TW: 18+ content (also, it's my first time writing something like that, so I apologize in advance, I really tried my best)

Remy's lunch break came around without him even noticing what time it was. He was too caught up in his work. He wanted to impress Damien. He wanted to be the best employee he'd ever had. He typed quickly, nearly halfway done with the papers. They were very messed up, but he was better than that, he could fix a few papers in a day.

There was a knock on the door, startling Remy and almost making him jump. He looked up and saw Damien at the door. "Oh..." he trailed off. "What is it? Did I make any mistakes? I can recheck them, I-" he started, getting anxious. What did Damien want?

The oldest chuckled and shook his head. "No, all the ones I've checked are perfect." He smiled. Remy sighed in relief. "I wondered if you were hungry. It's 2:45..." he said. "I'm about to go eat something and I wanted to know if you'd care to join me," he offered, giving him a small smile. "I like knowing my closest workers out of work." He chuckled. "I mean... if you're okay with that..." Remy smiled lightly at Damien's apparent nervousness. Damien, on the other hand, was stressing out. Why was he so nervous? He always did that on an employee's first day. He did it with Logan and with the previous secretary. Why was he so nervous to ask Remy?

Remy nodded. "Of course." He smiled. He looked at the desktop screen and frowned lightly, making Damien's nervousness grow. "Just... could I have a minute to finish this one? I'm nearly done," he said. Damien seemed to visibly relax and nodded. "Great." He smiled.

"Oh, first, where would you like to go?" Damien asked. "I think you've done more than anyone would've done in just a few hours and I need a break from thinking about the meeting those papers are for. Let's go somewhere out of this building." He smiled. "Needless to say, you are free to go home when we're done," he added. Remy smiled lightly at that and Damien left.

Damien walked back to his office and closed the door, leaning against it and sliding down to the floor. He shut his eyes tightly, taking his phone. His boyfriend was most likely out of class now. He called him, hoping Remy wouldn't be done until he was.

The call was answered almost immediately. "Damien? Are you okay?" the voice on the other side asked worriedly. His boyfriend knew he would never call from work unless something was very wrong.

Remy was done a couple of minutes later, taking his coat and putting it over his black leather jacket. He turned off the desktop and walked out, turning the lights of his office off and closing the door. "Mr. Sanders?" he called, walking towards his office. "I'm done."

Damien walked out, already wearing his coat. "Let's go, then." He smiled. Remy nodded, not noticing Damien's bloodshot eyes. "Did you think of a place?" he asked, walking to the elevator with Remy beside him. Remy shook his head a bit. "My choice then?" he asked, with a small smile. "There's this Italian place a couple of blocks away. The food there is really good," he said.

Remy smiled. "You're in luck. Italian is my favorite," he said as they entered the elevator. That was when he noticed his eyes. "Are you alright?" he asked, sounding genuinely worried. "You look as if you've been crying..." he said softly, not wanting to push since they didn't really know each other.

Damien tensed up lightly. "I'm fine, just going through a rough time with someone..." he trailed off. He was so glad he was a great liar or he would've been caught then and there. "I'm alright." He smiled. "So, Italian's your favorite?" he asked.

Remy seemed to be satisfied with that answer and nodded. "Yeah. Ever since I was a child. Italian food is always a yes." He chuckled. "I have an idea... maybe not too professional but it helps if you want us to know each other better." Damien gave him a little nod for him to explain. "It's like 20 questions but better. Instead of coming up with questions to ask, you have to give the other person ten facts about yourself that anyone should know. Nothing too personal. Just full name, age, goals... all that stuff," he explained.

Damien thought for a moment and nodded. "Sounds fun." He smiled.

The elevator reached the ground floor and they got off, walking outside of the building into the cold street. Remy glanced at Damien for a moment, seeing him pull on his coat sleeves to cover his hands a bit before shoving them in his pockets.

"You start, Mr. Sanders." Remy smiled.

Damien looked at him, leading the way to the restaurant. "We're out of work now, you can call me Damien." He smiled. Remy nodded slightly, noticing a slight red tint on Damien's cheeks, probably because of the cold. "Okay... My name is Damien Sanders, I'm 26... um... I studied business at the University of Miami..." he trailed off, not really knowing what else to say. "I love playing tennis, horse-riding... I used to do some acting with my best friend back in college... I have always wanted a pet, either a husky or a snake." Remy smiled lightly at that. "I am currently dating someone but we barely see each other because I'm a workaholic and he is still in college..." He thought for a few seconds. "I can't really think of anything else." He chuckled.

Remy smiled. "Acting, tennis, and horse-riding? Wow, you are the personification of the word posh." He laughed. Damien rolled his eyes. "Okay. My turn," he said excitedly. "My name is Remy Starlight. I am 22, almost 23. I just got out of college so this is my first real job. I love hanging out with my friends... not that I have many. I used to be an insomniac. "I would also love to have a husky or a Pomeranian... I also love going to the beach and... I'm currently single because my ex was a controlling asshole I didn't need in my life, but hey, New Year, new me, right?" He chuckled. "Let me guess some things about you, I'm pretty good at it," he said.

Damien chuckled. "Go ahead." They stopped at a crosswalk and he looked at Remy, raising a questioning eyebrow.

"Let's see... you are a hopeless romantic despite being married to your work. You would do anything, and I mean anything, to protect someone you love. Your current boyfriend is your first one, but you have had a crush on someone before, or at least have had some sort of relationship with someone." He tilted his head, wanting to see Damien's reaction.

"Woah... that's amazing. How?" he asked, continuing to walk with Remy.

Remy shrugged and pretended to do a hair flip. "I was born with a gift~," he said. Damien rolled his eyes, unaware that Remy knew one more thing about him. There were secrets. A lot of them. Damien kept so many secrets from the world it hurt Remy to know he would never know them or be able to help.

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It was dark outside, probably around 8 in the afternoon. There was no one around as Damien got in the cab. He looked outside and saw Remy enter a building of apartments. He had walked him home after spending a few hours together. Once Remy was out of sight and the car started moving, he let out a shaky breath. He leaned back, sinking into the seat. He bit his lip, every thought of his boyfriend evaporating as he closed his eyes. His mind started wandering... or not really. A million thoughts flashed through it, but they all led to one thing.

Remy.

He clenched his fists. He could nearly /feel/ Remy there with him. He could feel Remy kissing him. He could feel Remy unbuttoning his shirt teasingly slowly. He could feel Remy- Shit! His eyes shot open and he breathed raggedly. He was almost home. Just a couple more minutes and he would be in his room.

The minute it took for the cab to pull up in front of the door felt like a painful and agonizing eternity. He quietly thanked the driver and got out.

He unlocked the door, slamming it shut. He didn't turn on any lights. He made his way to his room up the stairs. He pushed the bedroom door shut and unbuttoned his black jeans.

A quiet, nearly inaudible, moan escaped from the back of his throat as he lowered his jeans along with his boxers. A shiver ran up his spine as his skin met the considerably cooler temperature of the room.

He moved to the bed, laying on his back with his legs slightly spread. He closed his eyes and bit his lip. He could see Remy there, climbing on top of him and straddling him as he kissed his neck. He moved his hand as he brushed his inner thigh. He shouldn't be doing that. He knew that. But before he could realize, a moan escaped his lips and he instinctively started stroking himself.

He could almost hear Remy whispering praises at him. He quickened his pace, soft moans leaving his throat as he bit his lip. He looked like a mess. His bangs sticking to his forehead and his flushed skin. The soft moans becoming louder as he got closer and closer to his climax. He began thrusting his hips into his hand, almost desperately.

After what felt like hours of chasing the climax, his thighs tensed up and he faltered, panting as pure pleasure shot through his entire body. A moan escaped his lips as he shut his eyes tightly and came.

As the high left his body, he was left panting, exhausted. He went limp, his heart beating rapidly and out of his chest.

He stayed like that for a few seconds, catching his breath and debating whether he should get up or not. But then it hit him. Was he mentally cheating on his boyfriend? He was filled with guilt and got up, calling him. "Hey, babe... wanna come over?" he asked as his boyfriend answered.

He knew his boyfriend was smiling. "Yeah. I'll be there in half an hour," he answered. "Um... Dee? Do you think I can stay over a couple of days?" he asked, sounding unsure. "My father-"

"Of course, stay as long as you need." Damien smiled. Maybe that would help him figure out what was going on in his head.