Title: Fortune 500
Rating: MA
Warnings: desk sex, yaoi, voyeurism
Pairings: Madara x Hashirama, background Tobirama x Mito
Summary: Modern AU. “He didn’t even verbally tear our heads off with his figurative teeth when we told him the project was behind schedule, so whatever you did, keep doing it.” “Umm…”
“Ngh… Uchiha-sama, you have a meeting in – haaaah… - twenty minutes…”
“I am well aware of that, Hashirama. Eighteen minutes now, actually, which is still plenty of time. Bend over.”
Uzumaki Mito dropped her hand onto the door handle of her boss’s office, silently blessing and cursing her luck. On the downside, she was about to walk in on her hot boss fucking his equally-attractive personal assistant. On the upside, she was about to walk in on her hot boss fucking his equally-attractive personal assistant. “I’m coming in,” she warned, pushing down on the handle. She stepped inside and quickly shut the door behind her.
Her fiancé’s brother groaned in simultaneous pleasure and mortification, burying his face in his arms as he was penetrated with a swift, sharp thrust. The secretary carefully skirted the rug in front of her boss’s desk, well aware that the two men had done the nasty there, too. “I’ve prepared all of the documents you’ll need for this meeting, sir,” she said calmly, setting the folders down on his desk. She successfully convinced herself that she was rescuing several important documents from coffee stains and not trying to get a better look when she leaned forward slightly to pick up her boss’s mug.
“Thank you, Miss Uzumaki.” That was Uchiha Madara, the ever-composed, ever-refined, super-hot CEO of one of the largest companies in the defense industry. Who was currently doing his assistant into his black walnut desk, nuzzling the other man’s throat.
“Actually, it’ll be Mrs. Senju in about a year’s time. I’ve already put in a request for paid vacation.”
“Approved, and congratulations. Tobirama finally popped the question last night, did he?” Madara lifted his head to look at her, ignoring the elder Senju brother’s whimper at the loss of contact.
“Yes.” She obligingly flashed her new engagement ring. While not as nice as the insanely high end ones her boss was able to buy, it was still very pretty, and the younger Senju had obviously put a lot of thought into it.
Hashirama gasped out something that sounded like, “’Grats, Mito.”
Madara smirked and dipped his head once again, kissing along his throat. “So kind of you to join us, Hashi,” he purred, hiking up his assistant’s hips so he could get a better angle. His thrusts were making the desk sway and the pens rattle in their holders. “These are ready to be filed.” He removed a hand from one of the brunette’s hips so he could hand her the necessary folders.
“Anything else?” Mito asked, taking his coffee with her as she moved over to the filing cabinets concealed behind a sliding panel in one wall. She mostly ignored Hashirama’s gasps as the Uchiha slammed into him.
“Condoms.” The CEO’s statement was punctuated by a sharp groan from his assistant. “We’re almost out.”
“I’ll see what I can rustle up.” She pulled out one of the drawers and began leafing through it. “I certainly hope the two of you won’t be doing this during my wedding.”
“Of course not,” Madara laughed, picking up his pace, “We’ll save it for the reception. I’ll pencil it in on my calendar; when is it?”
“We haven’t really settled on a date yet, but we were thinking summer of next year.”
“July and August in Konoha?” He laughed again. Hashirama moaned under him. “You’re just asking for it to be a hundred and twelve
three days in a row with rain all afternoon,
every afternoon.”
“How pessimistic of you, sir.”
“I prefer ‘realistic.’”
“Duly noted.” Mito turned to find that the CEO had snaked a hand under his assistant to bring him off. The Senju was arching and thrashing beneath him, clearly on the edge of orgasm.
“Just a little more,” Madara purred, stroking his hard shaft in time with his thrusts, “Just a little more… and there we go.”
Hashirama groaned the Uchiha’s name, shuddering in climax against the black walnut desk. Madara was right behind him, driving his cock relentlessly into his clenching warmth, finally cumming with a sigh of pleasure. He let himself bask in the afterglow for all of three seconds before withdrawing to strip off his condom. As he zipped up his pants and buckled his belt, he said, “Send me the bill for the wedding and honeymoon. I’m not good with that gift-giving shit. Just don’t go overboard, and don’t expect a raise.”
Mito’s eyebrows shot up. “Quite the closet gentleman, aren’t you?”
“I can be a lot of ‘closet’ other things, too.” Madara sank back into his chair, pulling Hashirama into his lap. As he straightened up his still-dazed assistant, he glanced at his wristwatch. “Well, what do you know. Three minutes to spare.” He turned Hashirama’s head so he could kiss the other man.
The secretary rolled her eyes at the smugness rolling off her boss in waves. “Being able to have a quickie in fifteen minutes is
not something to be proud of.”
“Maybe not in
your book. Yet,” he added, relaxing in his chair with Hashirama leaning against one shoulder, “You’ll understand the value of a quickie when you’re married with kids.” The Uchiha stroked the other male’s dark brown locks, waiting for him to recover so they could head into the conference room across the hall.
Ah yes, the Bitch. Madara was, in fact, married with two kids, but Mito had inadvertently walked in on him fucking Hashirama so often that she often forgot. His sons, Itachi and Sasuke, had even taken to calling the Senju “tou-chan” after their mother demanded her own house. The Uchiha could have divorced the crazy woman after she moved out and refused to have anything to do with him or their children, but that would have resulted in a very nasty legal battle. In addition, his family would start haranguing on him to get married again for appearances’ sake.
No, it was better to just keep her quiet.
“Am I going to be making excuses for the two of you when you haul Hashirama off to have sex in a broom closet at the company function tonight, sir?” she asked as she exited the office and sat down at her desk, watching the Senju limp across the hall after their boss. He looked satisfied.
“If you please,” Madara called over his shoulder, settling into one of the chairs at the table, “Are there any meetings after this one?”
“No,” Hashirama groaned, collapsing into a chair next to his employer.
“Good. Let’s keep it that way.”
Itachi and Sasuke were asleep in their beds when their father returned home late that night. The CEO watched them for a few moments, brushing a few strands of hair out of their faces. That made the elder stir and rub his eyes. “Daddy,” Itachi murmured, “You’re home.”
“Indeed.”
“Is Hashi-tou-chan with you?”
“Yes.”
“He gonna stay the night?”
“If I can trick him into it.”
“’Kay.” The eight-year-old rolled over and prepared to go back to sleep. “We wan’im to make waffl’s in the mornin’.”
“I’ll see what I can do.” Once his eldest was asleep again, Madara slipped from his sons’ room and went downstairs.
Hashirama was sprawled out on one of the couches in the family room. The flatscreen television was turned on to CNN HD, the volume low. They were covering the function that the CEO and his assistant had just left, talking about the importance of the business alliance that had just been finalized between the Uchiha and the Hyuuga families. “If I never have to go to another one of those,” the Senju groaned, “it’ll be too soon.”
“Indeed.” Madara shifted his assistant’s head onto his lap so he, too, could sit on the couch. Both men chuckled when the recap of the night’s events got to their disappearance for a quickie in the broom closet. The reporter claimed that it was a brief relaxation period for the CEO; everyone and their mother knew how thoroughly
nasty Uchihas got when they were stressed for long periods of time.
“I’ve been told to inform you that Itachi and Sasuke want waffles in the morning,” the CEO said, threading his fingers through the other man’s hair.
Hashirama chuckled quietly, pushing himself off the couch. “I’ll need to get some rest, then,” he murmured, “because we have another one of these functions tomorrow night, and it’s supposed to run just as long.”
Madara snorted. “You know where your room is,” he said, waving a hand in the general direction of the wing they shared. It was on the exact opposite side of the manor where his sons slept to keep from disturbing them. After a few minutes, he heard the distant sounds of water running and shut off the television, heading to his own room. His sleep pants were where he left them, draped over the back of his desk chair, and he snagged them on his way to his en-suite bathroom. He relieved himself, changed, and climbed into bed. It felt good to finally rest after and incredibly long day. He stretched out under the sheets, then relaxed with a sigh.
A few minutes later, he heard his door glide open and shut again. He let a smirk curve his lips as Hashirama padded over, then crawled onto his bed with a hiss of, “You ass.”
“Oh?” Madara hummed, gripping the other man’s hips as he straddled him, “What did I do this time?”
The brunette choked on a moan when he ground their cocks together. The Senju was already fully aroused, obligingly tilting his head back when the CEO nuzzled his throat. Convincing the other man to shift so they could get naked was easy enough; a light roll of his hips, and Hashirama decided that there was too much between them. He moved off so that they could strip, then slammed their bodies back together.
Hashirama was still loose from their session earlier; Madara rolled fresh condoms onto both of their erections, then pressed into the Senju. The Uchiha hummed in satisfaction as his length fully hardened, encased in clenching heat. He slid his hands up his assistant’s torso, tweaking his nipples. They pebbled under his touch, and his shaft jerked between their bodies. The brunette braced himself against Madara’s shoulders so he could slide up his length. He let gravity bring him back down with a lewd smack, the head of the CEO’s cock striking near enough to his prostate to send a jolt of pleasure up his spine. He changed his angle, then dropped once more, going rigid when it hit dead on.
They picked up the pace, their hips meeting with sticky slaps. The Uchiha helped ease his journey up by supporting shome of his partner’s weight, letting him move even faster. Hashirama was gasping with every drive in, and whimpering with every withdrawl. His cries grew in volume when Madara began stroking his erection, and reached their peak when he came. The CEO rolled them over and drove his cock into his assistant until he, too, climaxed.
Madara draped himself over his partner and murmured, “Move in with me.”
“Uchiha-sama?”
“You heard me.”
“I-It’s an honor, sir, but… why?”
“Because Itachi and Sasuke like you. Because
I like you. And because you deserve more than that shitty little apartment of yours when you put up with me every day.” He nuzzled the other man’s throat, already stirring for another round.
“And because you want to be able to fuck me whenever you want.”
“Also a valid reason.”
Hashirama sighed in exasperation, tilting his head back to give the other man access to his throat. “All right. I’ll give notice tomorrow.”
