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Tamsy woke up in a familiar environment, his face resting on warm skin as his hair cascades down his back and face, with the sun peaking through the curtains. He slowly lifts himself up, letting his hair obscure his view as he stares down at the man beneath him.
Arkha Corvus.
A mysterious, yet polite, and passionate man. Tamsy likes passionate people. And he certainly likes how vulnerable his boss looks right now.
He’s asleep, half naked with his locs free, his chest slowly rising with each breath. Tamsy’s mesmerized. He raises a hand and drags the tip of his finger along Arkha’s muscles, slowly making its way up to his face, where his entire hand cups his right cheek.
Tamsy smiles gently, “I know you’re awake.” He says, voice barely above a whisper.
He’s woken up next to Arkha’s enough to tell if he’s faking it or not. The slight press in his eyebrows always gives it away, the blonde smirks internally at that.
“Ending my fun so soon?” The man teases, voice rough due to just waking up, Tamsy likes that. He wants to hear his boss’ voice all ragged and coarse, out of breath and desperate. The idea of Arkha getting all worked up just to be defeated by a man like him gets him all excited.
Slightly annoyed by the lack of response, Arkha grasps the blonde’s hand and pulls it away, maneuvering his fingers so they intertwine with his.
He lifts his other arm to brush Tamsy’s fallen hair out of his face, “Tamsy?"
“Hmm?”
Arkha raises a brow and frowns, clearly not amused with Tamsy’s antics. He sighs.
He lets go of the blonde’s hand, pushing himself up which causes Tamsy to slide down near his hip. Arka ties his dreads into his classic ponytail and gently sets the cleaner onto the bed instead of him.
“It’s only 6, I know you usually wake up a little before 8,” he says offhandedly, putting his cleaner uniform on as Tamsy watches, a little wide-eyed as Arkha essentially just rejected him. Discarded him even.
Right before he leaves, the man simply opens the door and turns his head just enough to catch Tamsy in the corner of his eye.
“Get some more sleep.”
And he’s gone.
Arkha doesn’t kiss him goodbye, he doesn’t look him in the eyes fondly, or comb his hair with care. But to be fair, Tamsy doesn’t either.
He lays there in Corvus’ bed. The blankets, his oversized shirt that isn’t his, his hair, and his thoughts consume him. They swirl around in his head as Tamsy slowly begins to sink deeper in his true feelings.
Ha! I’ll get that man soon enough, we sleep in the same bed almost every night at this point. He rolls his eyes, I’ve seen his face contort in ways that no one else has, I’ve felt his skin more than anyone else, he’s seen parts of me I’ve never shown before.
By this point, Tamsy’s face twists into something more ecstatic and delirious, mouth wide in an open grin as his eyes practically bulge out of his skull with glee.
No one else knows.
But then it dawns on him.
No one knows. Not a single person.
His smile fades and Tamsy is suddenly aware of everything around him. Arka’s bed, Arkha’s blankets, Arkha’s curtains, Arka’s scent, Arka’s room. And where is the man himself? Gone. Not here nor there.
The blonde relaxes, blankly staring at the ceiling light above him. This isn’t his room or his bed, it’s all Arka’s. Everything.
They were never supposed to get tangled so deep into each other like this.
Tamsy only let his hair down to somehow charm Arkha into letting him have more free days, to appear more like a woman to flirt his way into manipulating Arkha to do his bidding.
Of course, Tamsy isn’t so disillusioned with himself that he thinks Arkha would completely submit to him, but that’s the thrill of it. Arka Corvus is a powerful man, he isn’t followed by an entire organization out of pure respect and fear for nothing afterall.
He knows. He can see that there’s something off with Tamsy.
But he doesn’t know what. And that’s why they are how they are now.
It’s like that saying… Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer. Hmm…
Without a second thought, Tamsy pushes himself out of Corvus’ bed and dresses himself in his cleaner uniform, hiding his lithe frame and putting half of his hair into a bun, revealing his entire face.
He walks out of the room without a word as he fiddles with Tokushin in his right hand that’s hidden within his sleeve.
Since he left his room, Arkha has been cooped up in his office filing away at his seemingly endless paper work and pondering out his window.
He glances at the clock on the wall and it reads 10 am. Perfect time to stretch his legs.
Arkha gets up and stretches his arms first, then leaves his office to wander around the building. It isn’t overcrowded or devoid of people altogether, it’s somewhere in the middle, voices could be heard from different areas and people passed by occasionally absorbed in their own conversations.
It was a chill day, a rare day where there aren’t insane trash beasts to kill or any raiders trying to murder Rudo or Zanka or genuinely anyone in Team Akuta actually.
Arkha slowly makes his way to the entrance of the building where Semiu sits all day, looking at porn magazines of only women.
He sets an elbow down on the desk, looming over the receptionist as he also peeks at what she’s looking at.
Semiu simply looks up at him with a stare that translates to ‘really? Starin’ at my magazines?’
The man smiles, a genuine smile, as he keeps looming over her. She sighs, and flips through more pages, not caring if he wanted a second longer to look at ones he liked. These are her magazines afterall, and she’ll enjoy them however she wants, regardless of an audience or not.
They spend a few minutes in silence, just flipping through pages of risque photos of women models, some were completely naked, and some weren’t, instead sporting some saucy lingerie that caught Arkha’s eyes.
Semiu, however, preferred the ones where they were naked, staring at them longer than usual.
Arkha didn’t mind, he’s open minded! He likes men and women, with no specific type as far as he could tell with maybe the exception of a pure, honest, and just heart. Which is interesting. Since Tamsy doesn’t embody any of those attributes.
However, the photos with lingerie in them, he imagined what Tamsy would look like in them, slowly delving deeper into a daydream fantasy of Tamsy in lingerie.
At some point, or maybe from the beginning, Semiu caught onto Arkha’s wandering thoughts and cleared her throat, “ahem,” she pronounced loudly as other voices slowly made themselves louder.
Semiu stared Arkha down, raising an eyebrow while sporting a frown on her face, he nodded and composed himself quickly.
Tamsy is the first to come into view, with Delmon, Enjin, Zanka, Riyo, Rudo, Gris, Tomme, and Follo following behind.
They lock eyes for a second before Tamsy’s eyes drift towards Semiu’s porn magazines, particularly one with a woman sporting some lingerie that appealed to Arkha’s tastes. His expression didn’t change at all and Arkha’s didn’t either despite noticing.
They were being sent on a mission out to Penta to find the woman who’s seen people cross the border. Honestly, the mission is solely based on the belief of a children’s story and there is no guarantee that this woman actually exists, but stories are stories, and clues are clues.
This is all for Rudo’s sake of course, finding any piece of information related to crossing the border and getting back to the Sphere is important.
And all his teammates are experienced individuals who are strong and have personal reasons to join in, except for two. Team Eager, Delmon and Tamsy.
They were there as backup to save Zanka and Rudo during the raiders’ attempt at kidnapping Rudo, but other than that, there was no reason for them to be there.
Which Tamsy changed last night of course.
It was after dinner time, and Arkha Corvus was still in his office window gazing. He abandoned his much needed paperwork a long time ago, he even went out of his office and joined the other cleaners to eat earlier!
In Arkha’s opinion, even the smallest victories matter.
And that was a victory.
He was smiling to himself until his peace and quiet was disturbed by his door opening with an obnoxious creak.
He swiveled the chair around, only to see Tamsy Caines with his hair down in regular clothing, still baggy though.
“Hi boss,” he greets, voice soft. “I just came to check up on you, everyone’s wondering where you are,” he’s angelic, honestly. Tamsy’s hair is super long and silky straight, making his overall silhouette more feminine.
Arkha smiles, “hello, Tamsy.”
He eyes the smaller man up and down, really taking in how relaxed and comfortable Tamsy looks. It’s kinda cute. By this point, they were already entangled too deeply with one another and just tiptoed around their secrets.
Tamsy didn’t just come on everyone else’s behalf, he came with his own demands.
The blonde approaches Arkha’s desk with his hands behind his back, tilting his head just a bit, and fluttering his thick lashes, smiling teasingly at the man.
“Boss, I would like to request for Team Eagle to join in Team Akuta’s mission to find the Lady of Penta,” he says smoothly, staring at Arkha through his lashes.
Internally, Tamsy’s grinning gleefully, knowing that whatever ridiculous demands he makes, Arkha will always fold eventually.
He stares at the other man, a gentle smile adorning his face, making him look quite mystical with how the moonlight shapes his features.
Arkha just rests his arm on the table, with a knowing look in his eyes as he doesn’t even comment on or bat an eye at Tamsy’s bold request.
“Oh? That’s quite interesting,” he drags out, “Team Eager has no relation to Rudo and his goal to the Sphere. Tell me, Tamsy, is this on behalf of Delmon’s interests as well or just yours?” He questions, smirking as he stares at the other.
Tamsy slowly makes his way around Arkha’s desk, fingers dragging along the edge as they continue to look into each other’s eyes, holding that innate acknowledgement of the other’s comprehension.
Arkha turns the chair to match the blonde’s movements.
They both say nothing as Tamsy approaches Arkha, he settles in the larger man’s lap, knees touching the sides of his hips. Tamsy feels his hands grasp at his waist, squeezing gently as Arkha holds him there.
He closes the distance between their faces until their foreheads touch, practically breathing in each other’s faces.
“Why don’t you guess?” Tamsy teases, grinning as he leans in towards Arkha, putting his hands on the man’s shoulders as their lips meet for a kiss.
It started slow and steady, gradually becoming more heated as the blonde began to grind against Arkha’s half-hard cock. The grip on his waist becomes more tight as Arkha sneaks his tongue in his mouth, causing him to moan at their now sloppy makeout session.
He can feel the other smirk against his lips, “think I’ll save myself the trouble,” Arkha remarks as he eyes Tamsy with desire, heat pooling in his stomach.
The blonde simply cups the man’s face and brings him close again, not in the mood to talk anymore.
They stay like that for a bit, grinding against each other in Arkha’s office as they make out, ignoring the underlying issues and tension they have between them.
At some point, Tamsy’s shirt began to slip off his shoulder and Arkha moved from his soft lips to his neck, kissing along his scar and leaving a sloppy trail of saliva.
“Arkha.. Don’t leave any marks.” The blonde said flatly, moving his own hands from his boss’ shoulders to undoing his ponytail and combing his fingers through his locs.
“Have I ever?” He quips back, it’s the same thing over and over again.
Don’t leave marks. I won’t.
Not anywhere visible. Alright.
What would the other cleaners think? Don’t talk about them.
Be careful. I am.
Nothing permanent. Okay.
Suddenly, he feels a sharp sting from his scalp.
“Hey. You’re in the middle of fucking me, don’t wander.” There it is. Tamsy’s darker side that he’s only seen glimpses of when they’re like this. Or when Arkha pisses him off.
Sometimes Arkha wonders if Tamsy will ever fully let himself be who he is around him.
He sighs playfully, “no promises, angel.”
Tamsy smirks, a little maniacal and terrifying, but it’s a show of emotion either way. He gets that look in his eyes every time Arkha calls him that, so he’s stuck with it just to see if he’ll get anything out of it.
And unexpectedly, the painful bulge of nerves in his pants becomes even more painful as Tamsy grinds harder against him.
Fuck.
He can feel how wet he is through his pants.
“Cut it with the bullshit, fuck me, and let me and Delmon go on the mission.” He demands, pulling at his locks again and lifting his own shirt to reveal his bare torso.
Arkha whistles at the action.
He lets his hands wander upwards, eventually cupping his chest and ghosting over his nipples.
“You know, it’s a turn off for some people to talk about others while doing it,” he remarks offhandedly, squeezing lightly as he’s fully distracted by Tamsy’s body.
The blonde scoffs and rolls his eyes, “don’t even, you just don’t like talking about work while we’re having sex.”
True, makes me think about my morals and why I’m letting you in.
He chuckles, “alright, alright. Seems like someone’s impatient,” he teases, shifting one hand to support Tamsy’s back as he leans in closer for a kiss.
“I’ll fuck you all you want then,” and his lips capture the blonde’s, fierce and messy. Tamsy lets his boss dominate him this once, eager to get what he wants.
Eventually, they move from Arkha’s office to his bedroom and they remove all their clothes.
To Tamsy, his boss is hot. Anyone with eyes can see that.
He’s powerful, muscular, a gentleman, intelligent, and skilled in bed.
The blonde watches as Arkha removes his shirt, revealing his abs and toned arms. It’s a beautiful sight. One he sees only within this room.
“Starin’?” He taunts playfully, Tamsy scoffs.
“As if,” he lifts himself up, “I want to be on top.”
“Fine with me,” he replies, “but we’re definitely not stopping after 3 rounds.” He smirks, irking the blonde as the man looks way too confident.
Tamsy pouts, “hmph, whatever. Your small dick can sit in me all night for all I care,” he clicks his tongue, attempting to rile up his boss.
He laughs, “not really my kind of thing,” he doesn’t take the bait. Boring.
Arkha settles on his bed, back resting on his pillows as Tamsy straddles his lap again and guides Arkha’s fingers towards his pussy.
“I’m more worried about you, can you really handle this ‘small’ dick?” He whispers in Tamsy’s ear, as the blonde looks down and really takes it in.
It isn’t small.
It’s fucking gigantic.
Which makes sense, Arkha’s a large man and is half a head taller than Tamsy.
He sucks in a breath, smirking, “ha, I’ve already handled it before, what’s one more?”
They’ve fucked countless of times already, always an exchange for favours or information but never for the emotional experience. Never for comfort or love.
That’s how it’s always been.
And this time is no different.
They both lay in Arkha’s bed, sweaty and tired from an entire, uninterrupted, night of fucking. Tamsy was still shaking from overstimulation as he rested on the other man’s chest, which wasn’t the most comforting considering the sweat.
Arkha was simply running his fingers through the blonde’s long hair, saying nothing.
Tamsy was the first to move, “has anyone ever told you that you’re shit at aftercare?” He clicks his tongue, feeling sticky and gross all over.
The man raises a brow, “only you, angel.”
He ignores him, “I need to shower,” he demands. Eyeing the man with such intensity.
Arkha sighs, “alright, I’ll draw you a bath, stay here.” He says, maneuvering Tamsy to lay on the bed that’s drenched in all kinds of bodily fluids. He cringes.
“I would rather die than stay here. Take me,” he glares at Arkha, who chuckles airily.
Without a word, he picks up the blonde and carries him to his personal washroom, setting him down on the toilet seat as he checks the temperature of the water.
After getting it to a temperature that’s not too hot that’ll burn Arkha’s skin off but not too cold to sour Tamsy’s mood even more, the man moves to the bathroom sink to wash his face and wet a towel to do the same for the blonde.
The only sound present was the water running, the two never acknowledged the invisible tension and simply bathed together once the tub was full.
In Tamsy’s opinion, the water did help wash away any grime and sweat he had on his body. But he was also insanely exhausted, hours upon hours of taking Arkha’s large cock was not only disgustingly great but also an efficient method to drain the blonde of all the energy and brattiness he had.
He was malleable in Arkha’s grasp.
Honestly, this was probably his most vulnerable state if anything.
He gets all soft, which he never remembers being after sex with all of his other flings.
If Arkha were to ask him anything about his secrets, Tamsy would probably let a word or two slip.
However, what Tamsy didn’t know was that Arkha felt the same way.
Any request made from Tamsy made the man mostly indulge, he was not only exhausted beyond measure, but also opening his heart just a bit to let a bit of tenderness to escape.
After a few moments of soaking in the water, Tamsy turns his body slightly, head at the slightest angle to make eye contact with Arkha.
He opens his mouth, parting the softest and plumpest lips Arkha’s ever had the honour of kissing.
His voice, flat and sharp.
“Remember to keep your end of the deal.”
It’s been only a few hours after Team Eager, Gris, Tomme, and Follo left to retrieve Team Akuta from the Raiders.
The severity of the situation is dire, the Raiders are now an enemy of the Cleaners and their lives are in danger because of them.
Arkha’s been standing by Semiu’s desk ever since, waiting for their return as they’re now on their way back.
However, with the sound of indistinguishable voices gradually getting louder and louder, Arkha let out a breath of relief.
The door opens, and everyone is in tow.
“We’re back, boss.” Tamsy announces, as everyone follows in greeting. Zanka’s body is being held up on a stretcher, body twitching as his eyes are bloodshot and wide open.
Tomme and Gris carry him into the infirmary as soon as possible, however, Enjin and all the others are simply hunched over and tired from all the hassle.
He smiles, “welcome back, everyone. Go and get some rest, we’ll debrief tomorrow.” They all let out a sigh of relief and breathless thank yous.
Yet, still one person lingers.
Tamsy Caines.
They lock eyes, gray meeting yellow.
He bats his lashes, lets go to your office.
Arkha smiles casually, alright.
Semiu is stuck in between them, she frowns, unimpressed.
What a buncha dumbasses.