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In the privacy of his room, Tamsy counts the minutes.
He's not an impatient person, but today he feels almost anxious. To the side, his roller skates are now forgotten. It was fun walking in them, as it was eating the cake, but that's not what he was looking forward the most during his day off. Looking at the emptiness of his room, he searches for something to distract himself, but nothing catches his attention. He is not particularly fond of anything here other than Toukoshin and the Watchman Book is well hidden. He wonders if he used it here, would Rudo feel a pull towards it? The idea is tempting, but Tamsy won't throw his plan away for quick gratification. There are better things to do if that's what he wants.
There is the sound of footsteps in front of his door and Tamsy perks up, waiting with bated breath. The door opens and Corvus enters his room without ceremony, face twisted in a scowl as it usually is when they're alone. Tamsy smiles at him because he knows Corvus hates it. Their tug of war is so much more interesting than his work as a cleaner, Tamsy wishes that it could be his official job.
"Boss," Tamsy greets with a little wave.
Corvus stands in front of him, arms crossed over his chest. "Tamsy." His voice, usually calm, has a hint of strain in it, as if Corvus can barely keep himself in check when talking to him. Oh, how Tamsy wishes he would unleash his rage, just once, just so Tamsy could see the darkest side of him. Instead, Corvus sighs. "Well?"
Tamsy likes these moments between them, when he has a bit of power. Corvus is not his boss, but he still calls the shots most times. It's both enraging and exhilarating and Tamsy likes it more than he should. Their relationship is a difficult one, both treating each other like a necessary evil to achieve their goals. And when they're met what will be of them, Tamsy wonders. He knows what he will have to do when he gets Rudo to become the monster he's destined to be. But what about Corvus? When he learns everything there is to know about the Sphere, then what?
"Nothing much to report today." Tamsy shrugs. "I checked around during my last mission, no Sphere activity anywhere near our base." He watches for Corvus' reaction, but his face never betrays his emotions about the Sphere. "I met Rudo earlier today," Tamsy adds. "He seems very determined to find Amo. Going to the Information Broker is a big thing."
He's not worried about being found out—he knows how the Information Broker works and Rudo won't be able to pay the price for more than a question. Enjin won't let him waste his chance on asking who is keeping Amo as a prisoner. And when Rudo finds the girl she won't know how to answer that question anyway. The Watchman Book is such a good tool, Tamsy wishes it worked on Corvus.
Corvus gives him an icy look. "You never know what he might tell Rudo."
Or maybe not. After all, if it did, how would Tamsy have his fun?
He leans back on his bed, long hair falling behind him. He took off his coat when he arrived and his shirt has the two first buttons open, showing more skin than he usually does in public. It's a cheap trick, but it's been a while and Tamsy yearns for Corvus.
"He'll tell Rudo how to find the girl, of course." Tamsy shrugs. "What a poor thing, all alone, scared. She's such a small girl, too. I hope he finds her before she dies."
Not even this is enough to make Corvus change his demeanor. He looks at Tamsy with disdain and sighs. "If that's all, I'll be going. It's not my day off."
He turns around, and for a mere moment, Tamsy thinks about letting him go, using the little power he has to teach Corvus a lesson. But he's only a man and it's been so long he can't help but reach out and hold Corvus' coat.
"Boss," he whispers. "Why don't you sit for a while? You look tired."
And that he does. There's a lack of energy to Corvus today, it's in the way his shoulders sag, how he doesn't even fight Tamsy and turns back to him, sitting by his side on the bed. If Tamsy looks closely, and he does, he can see dark circles under Corvus' eyes. Had he been a different, kinder person, he would hold Corvus hand and tell him to lie down and sleep, that Tamsy would make an excuse if anyone looked for him.
But he's not a kind person and he didn't bring Corvus here to rest. Their little meetings are sparse as it is, Tamsy is not letting the opportunity pass. He remembers perfectly trying to use the Watchman Book on Corvus the way he did on the other cleaners and how Corvus had tilted his head and looked at him with amusement. Whatever you're trying to do, it won't work on me. And, thus, they became unlikely allies.
He doesn't remember, however, how the second stage of their allyship started. Was it him who came closer and kissed Corvus first? Was it Corvus who caged Tamsy against his desk and touched him? One moment they weren't anything and the other Tamsy was under Corvus, blonde hair spread like a halo on his desk.
This is the first time they meet in a bedroom and Tamsy intends on taking full advantage of it. He's sure that Corvus does too, or else he wouldn't have come all the way here. He looks at his boss and ally, and smiles again, moving easily to sit on his lap. He shrugs Corvus' coat from his shoulders, sighing contentedly at the strength of his arms. It had driven Tamsy crazy, the first time he paid attention at Corvus as a man, the size of his arms, how narrow his waist is, how he conceals everything under his coat. August truly outdid himself with his uniform.
They look at each other for a moment and Corvus' expression relaxes just a little. Once Tamsy gets him in the mood, it's always easy. He wraps his arms around Corvus' shoulders and pulls him into a kiss, feeling Corvus' hands on his thighs and waist. It's impossible for Tamsy not to smile—Corvus is nothing but a man either.
When they pull apart Tamsy touches his cheek gently. "Don't worry, I can do all the work today."
He slides to his knees in a fluid motion, working first on his shoes and socks, pushing them to the side. Then, Tamsy slides his hands up his legs, unbuckling his belt, taking it off and throwing it away. The whole time Corvus looks at him in silence, hands on the mattress. There's something electrifying in his stare, as if Tamsy is kneeling in front of a god. A part of him want to push Corvus the same way he is doing to Rudo, to see what would happen. And part of him, the one that always wins, wants to push him in a completely different way.
Tamsy unbuttons his pants and starts pushing them and his underwear down, letting them pool at Corvus' feet. He's already half hard, and Tamsy feels a rush of power, a shiver down his spine at the thought that he did that. He looks up at Corvus, bats his eyelashes and kisses the inside of one of his thighs. Corvus is always so covered up, Tamsy wonders if he would let himself be marked.
It's a dangerous thought, one he doesn't entertain for too long. Their relationship is not one of ownership, they don't even like each other—they're nothing but a means to an end to one another—and it's wise of him to never forget it. There is so much he doesn't know about Corvus, the man in front of him is the sweetest mystery Tamsy has ever found. Other than the mission of the cleaners, Tamsy wonders what Corvus wants for himself, he is a selfish creature and believes others to be too. Corvus must want something, must have a personal end goal.
He feels a tug on his hair and looks up to see Corvus twisting a lock of his hair between his gloved fingers. His touch is light, almost too soft. "If you're spacing out like this then maybe you're also too tired, Tamsy," he says, tugging at Tamsy's hair.
Tamsy wishes he would grip the way he sometimes does when they're in his office, when he does it with so much strength Tamsy thinks Corvus will rip his hair out. The pain is always so good, sometimes it's even enough to make him come. But his boss doesn't seem to be in the mood for roughness. What a shame, Tamsy wanted to use Toukoshin on him, tie him to the bed, let him there the way he did to Amo. But he has no practical use for the girl other than pushing Rudo to the edge. Corvus, however, Tamsy has many ideas of how to use him.
Maybe another time.
"I saved my energy, don't worry." Tamsy scoots closer, kissing the inside of his thighs, hands on them. It's so rare that they have time—do they have time now?—that he doesn't want it to end so soon. "Take off your gloves."
It comes out as an order, and for a moment Corvus looks at him with the usual contempt. But then, because he too wants to do this, he takes his gloves off. He leans against the mattress with one hand and the other he brushes against Tamsy's hair, from his scalp all down to the tips, then curling his fist against it and tugging hard. Tamsy's head goes back and he moans, a grin on his lips as he looks at Corvus.
"So that's what you want?" Corvus asks, and for a moment Tamsy can see viciousness in his eyes. That man is a killer, he thinks. If he hasn't killed a person he would, he will. He would kill Tamsy if he could. And oh, how sweet that revelation is. Tamsy always knew they were similar. Corvus tugs at his hair again and Tamsy closes his eyes. "Go on, now."
That is much better, Tamsy thinks as he holds Corvus' thighs. This time he doesn't tease anymore, there is only so much Corvus will take. He has done this enough times that he knows exactly how Corvus likes it; he doesn't know who Corvus is, or what is his vital instrument and power, but he knows how to suck Corvus' dick to make him moan.
And moan he does when Tamsy licks the tip of his dick, making it slick. He grips Tamsy's hair, but doesn't tug at it. It was quite the revelation, that his boss is a generous lover. With the nature of their relationship, Tamsy had thought Corvus would only use him, fuck him and kick him out of the room. But Corvus is always attentive, and always makes sure that Tamsy comes too. He may be a killer, but the core of him is good, so unlike Tamsy, who would have taken advantage of him if the roles were reversed.
He takes Corvus' dick into his mouth and hollows his cheeks, relishes in the way Corvus trembles under him. More than the sex itself, Tamsy likes to know that he has this sort of control over the boss. Does he do this with anyone else? Tamsy doesn't think so. Corvus never leaves the headquarters—or at least Tamsy has never seen him do it—and the number of adults among the cleaners is small and almost all of them are living their own romances.
Romance. That the word popped up in his mind is worrisome, and Tamsy will analyze it later, when he's alone. This isn't romance, this thing they do. It's necessity. Just that. Tamsy needs an outlet and it comes in the way Corvus bites on his bottom lip to not make any noise, or how his hand never leaves Tamsy's hair as he bobs his head up and down or how hard he seems to be holding himself so he won't move his hips.
Tamsy pulls away to look at him. "You can fuck my mouth if you want," he says.
Corvus blinks once, twice, pupils dilated. He cradles Tamsy's face with the hand that isn't holding his hair, thumb against his cheek and down to his bottom lip, spreading saliva and precome on it. He gives Tamsy such an admiring look, like he's in awe of Tamsy's beauty, that it's impossible not to tremble underneath it. It was the first thing he noticed about the cleaners' boss: that he was a man who could command a room with a single look.
"Aren't you being a good boy today?" Corvus squishes Tamsy's cheeks gently, playfully, and Tamsy wishes he would do it with enough strength to bruise. He drops his hand from Tamsy's hair just to get up in front of him. "Get back to it then."
Tamsy does. He wraps his lips around Corvus' cock and slackens his jaw, leaving it to his boss to control it. Corvus grips his hair tighter this time and starts moving his hips. It's slow at first, as if he's testing Tamsy's resistance—as if he needs to—but soon he's going faster, both hands now on Tamsy's head, forcing him to take it. And how good it is, to have Corvus use him like this, to give into lust and forget about everything else.
The only noises in the room are of Corvus' hard breathing and Tamsy whining around his cock. His jaw is aching and every time Corvus hits the back of his throat, he almost gags, but he doesn't make any mention of moving away or making Corvus stop. He wants to be used until his throat hurts and he has to make up any excuse for his hoarse voice. Tamsy always got off on keeping secrets from the cleaners, and in the grand scheme of things, this one isn't even important, but still.
They have done this enough times that Tamsy knows when Corvus is close. His thighs start trembling and he breathes deeper. Tamsy wants him to come down his throat, make him choke on it, but to his disappointment, Corvus pulls away before coming. He's panting, chest moving up and down fast and his fingers tremble against Tamsy's scalp. Tamsy remains close, mouth open in an invitation, tongue darting out to lick the precome off his cockhead, spit going down his lips and chin, right into his piercing.
Corvus gives him a dazed look and sighs. "I don't have the time to go twice today." He falls back to the bed, sitting.
Tamsy can't help but to pout. "Such a busy man, my boss." Maybe one day, Tamsy will be less charitable, will use Toukoshin and tie him to the bed, make him have the time. "Then we should move things along." He gets to his feet, hands already working on the buttons of his shirt. "But you have the time to at least take the rest of your clothes off, right?"
Corvus chuckles softly and starts working on his vest. "Greedy creature."
And that Tamsy is. They undress in silence, watching each other the whole time. When Corvus is finally naked on his bed, Tamsy slides his own shirt off his shoulders, pants and underwear already on the ground, and pushes him further up the bed with a hand on his chest. He straddles Corvus' lap again and Corvus holds him by his waist, hands soon tracing Tamsy's scars, feeling them. He wonders if Corvus is curious about them, and if he asked about how they came to be, would Tamsy tell the truth?
Probably not.
Corvus kisses up his chest and neck, teeth grazing Tamsy's skin. It makes Tamsy shiver, thinking about the boss marking him, about the implications of it. But he's careful not to, fingers on Tamsy's cheek, turning his head so they can kiss again. Tamsy touches his shoulders and down his chest, pushing him to lie down so Tamsy can admire his body. And what a sigh it is, Corvus' muscles in full display only for him, perfect, unblemished skin for Tamsy to have fun with.
"You said you were going to do all the work," Corvus says, hands on Tamsy's thighs. "And yet you tricked me."
Tamsy giggles. "Is it really a trick if you were the one who started it?" He slides a hand on Corvus' chest, pinches a nipple. "Just lay back and relax now, boss." He looks at Corvus as he spits on his own hand, moving it until he's holding Corvus' dick that flagged a bit, jerking him off slowly.
Corvus moans softly, hands going up and down Tamsy's thighs. When he realizes what Tamsy is about to do, his expression changes to one of concern. "Are you sure?" He asks.
"I like the discomfort." And the pain. Tamsy likes the pain, it makes him feel alive. Most times, when they're together, Corvus has lube and opens him up slowly, making sure Tamsy is ready for him. It makes Tamsy wish he would truly take his time, finger him until he was crying for it.
But today, today Tamsy couldn't wait. He even touched himself when he got back to the base, legs spread and thoughts of Corvus in his mind. So it's not that uncomfortable when he holds Corvus' cock and sinks down on it slowly, inch by inch. Once he's seated, Tamsy throws his head back and moans, enjoying the feeling of being filled up.
"Tamsy." Corvus' voice is tense, his hands squeezing Tamsy's waist. Ah yes, he would hate if any of the other cleaners heard them. What would they think if they knew their precious boss is fucking one of his subordinates?
But Tamsy doesn't care who listens. He leans forward to hold Corvus' shoulders, grinning at him. "Corvus." His hair falls around them, enclosing them, forcing them to focus on each other. "There is no one around, don't worry." He doesn't know if this is true or not, but what Corvus doesn't know won't hurt him. He nuzzles his nose against Corvus'. "I want to hear you moan."
"You're full of demands today." Corvus drops one hand from his waist to touch his cock and Tamsy lets out a shaky breath. Corvus circles his thumb against the head, spreading precome. "Move."
His command is so strong, his stare so focused that Tamsy can't do anything but do as he's told. He places his hands on Corvus' chest for leverage and starts moving, up until only the head of his cock is inside him and down in one fluid movement. He looks at Corvus, grin still on his lips when he sees how hard Corvus is trying not to make a noise. Tamsy does it again and Corvus gives up, closing his eyes and moaning, the noise echoing through the room.
"That's better," Tamsy says as he starts moving faster. He likes the way Corvus is incoherent now, barely holding it together as he moves, hands back on Tamsy's waist and up his chest, nails against his scars.
There's always a moment like this between them, when Corvus touches him just right and closes his eyes. And in these moments, Tamsy wonders if he's thinking of someone else, if he has some lost love he longs for. Before, Tamsy didn't really care. This thing between them was supposed to be a release, both using each other's bodies to blow off steam.
But now, now Tamsy's chest is in a knot of jealousy and possessiveness. The idea of Corvus thinking of someone else when he is right there is revolting, repulsive. Whoever it is, they shouldn't matter, not when Tamsy is going through all the trouble to get Corvus in his bed. It's not enough to use each other anymore. No, Corvus needs to think only of him, yearn for him, anything else is a sacrilege.
He slides a hand up Corvus' chest, wrapping it around his neck, pressuring just enough to catch his attention. "Where did you go?" Tamsy asks, faking coyness. As Corvus looks at him with wide eyes, he smiles, hand still in place. He didn't push him away, so he sees no reason to do it. "I'm right here." He squeezes Corvus' neck a little harder, just to tease.
Something passes between them in that moment, a dark, exciting thing. Corvus is physically stronger than him, he could push Tamsy away at any moment, but he doesn't. Instead, one of his hands go to Tamsy's waist and squeezes and he moves his head, offering his neck for more. And oh, how much Tamsy loves that. He never thought that his boss would be the type to enjoy that, but now that he does. Well.
With a grin on his lips, he repositions his fingers around Corvus' neck and squeezes it harder and the feeling is so exciting, so erotic that he has to stop himself from coming so soon. To have Corvus' life in his hand like this, to be shown so much trust by a man who knows he's up to no good, there's no feeling better than it.
Tamsy moves his thumb, pressing it right under Corvus' chin, shivering when he hears the noise Corvus makes, a mix of a sigh and a moan. "You're so pretty like this, boss," he says, because it's true. What a beautiful man Corvus is, and Tamsy doesn't want to share him with anyone else, cleaner or not. Does he think he one day will go back to whoever he pines over? Tamsy is very good with ropes, he will drag Corvus back if he has to.
Corvus doesn't as much as blush after the compliment, but he does wet his lips as he looks at Tamsy and Tamsy leans forward so they can kiss. The change in angle makes him moan against Corvus' lips, squeezing his neck harder, keeping him in place.
Until Corvus flips their positions, that is. He does it so fast and so easily that Tamsy needs a second or two to understand what happened. He blinks, watching as Corvus looks at him with a smile on his lips, hands going to Tamsy's legs, pulling them up, nearly folding him a half.
"You were having so much fun that you forgot to move when I told you to do it," Corvus says, lips close to Tamsy's, a smile on them to show he is half teasing. But there's something about him acting bossy that makes Tamsy moan and he chuckles. "Good thing I don't trust you to keep your promises, Tamsy."
He starts fucking Tamsy fast and hard, making Tamsy hold his own legs, his hands on the mattress. From there, they don't speak much and the only noises in the bedroom are of their breaths and skin against skin. More than the games they play, Tamsy likes this, when it's Corvus' body against his, crushing him, filling him, taking everything he has to give.
Corvus touches his cheek, making Tamsy look at him and the intimacy of it makes Tamsy shiver. He looks at Corvus' lips, swollen and wet, and opens his own in an invitation. Corvus understands what he wants and chuckles, stopping his movements for a moment so he can focus on gathering spit in his mouth and slowly spitting it into Tamsy's. They discovered this shared taste by accident, one kiss that was too sloppy, one questioning look and now they can't stop doing it. Tamsy loves the slide of Corvus' spit against his tongue, the filthiness of it, that Corvus, always so composed, does that to him.
Tamsy opens his mouth to show he swallowed it and Corvus smiling, kissing him as he starts moving again, now slow and deep. He kisses Tamsy's cheek and neck, hiding his face there, teeth against his skin and Tamsy moans, knowing exactly what he wants to do next. He wraps his legs around Corvus' waist, locking him in place and moves his hands up Corvus' back, to his neck and to the tattoo on the back of his head. He doesn't always have the opportunity to touch it, and now he takes it, nails scratching the short hair and the design underneath.
Corvus bites him right on the curve of his shoulder to stop himself from moaning as he comes inside of Tamsy. It's rare that he does it, as they always fuck in his office and he seems to enjoy coming all over Tamsy's back or torso—and Tamsy always makes sure to arch his back to show it off—but this is even better. Tamsy closes his eyes and feels Corvus filling him up, hands going to his back, nails on his flesh to leave marks that no one will see.
Corvus shudders and gently helps Tamsy's legs down. They both moan when he pulls out and Tamsy thinks he'll leave, punish him for all the demands, but Corvus touches his dick, jerking him off fast until Tamsy comes all over his fingers, eyes closed in a bliss. He takes deep breaths, ears ringing with the intensity of his orgasm until he feels Corvus lifting one of his legs again. He opens his eyes and sees Corvus looking at the mess he made, his come sliding out of Tamsy and down into the sheets.
For a moment Tamsy thinks he'll drop his leg and that will be the end of it, but Corvus uses his dirty fingers to push against his hole, collecting his own come as he fingers Tamsy slowly. Tamsy grips the sheets, body shaking in overstimulation, but he would never complain, never ask for Corvus to stop. This is a new development in their relationship, one that he will think about and analyze later.
When Corvus takes his fingers to his mouth Tamsy doesn't think twice, he holds the boss' hand and licks them, never looking away from him. Corvus slides his fingers out of his mouth, coating his bottom lip before kissing him again, sloppy and filthy. His clean hand is on Tamsy's hair, gripping it, holding him in place as he devours Tamsy's mouth, bites his bottom lip until they taste blood, the pain making Tamsy shiver. He's ravenous and Tamsy wants to be consumed until there's nothing left of himself.
But Corvus eventually pulls away, dropping his grip on his hair and falling to his side. They lay side by side, chests moving up and down, silent. It usually goes like this, they recover in silence and Tamsy leaves, but now he wonders what Corvus would do if he rested his head on his chest, hugged and made him stay. The thought is so tempting that Tamsy has to grip the sheets to not do it, he can't be the one to break their unspoken rules before he thinks it through.
Soon, way too soon, Corvus gets up and starts dressing up. Outside, there's silence in the headquarters, but Tamsy daydreams of someone seeing the boss leaving his room sweaty and smelling like sex. He wants to stake his claim, let everyone know that Corvus is his. He watches as Corvus fixes his vest and puts on his gloves. As he takes his coat from the ground, he turns to look at Tamsy, who is still naked and messy. For a moment, he admires his work and Tamsy can see how much he likes it—will Corvus think about him like this later? Will he touch himself to the memory of Tamsy squeezing his neck?
Then, he sighs and fixes his coat on the top of his shoulders. "You shouldn't leave those keys in plain sight," the boss says, gesturing towards the wall with his head. Tamsy doesn't need to look to know what he's talking about.
"Don't worry, they'll be useless sooner than you think." Tamsy stretches his body like a cat, showing it off. "Besides, you're the only one who enters my room, boss."
Corvus offers him a skeptical look—even though what Tamsy said is true—and shakes his head. "Let's keep it like that, then." He turns around, ignoring the way Tamsy grins. "Enjoy the rest of your day off."
Tamsy waves to his tattoo as he leaves. "I will." He makes himself comfortable on the bed, not in a hurry to clean himself. Next time, he will make sure that Corvus can't leave so soon. Because surely there will be a next time, Corvus is his now, whether he knows it or not.
He looks at the ceiling and smiles at himself. Being a cleaner isn't so bad, after all.