I made the seme kinda yandere-ish.

He gonna stick his Heat-Seeking Moisture Missile up senpai's cute lil bum ^¬^
ImsosorryIknowI'mnotfunnypleasejustkillme.

...MOVING ON. ----------------------------->

Ren leaned against the counter in the breakroom after he’d prepared himself a cup of coffee. He was the only one in the decently sized room at that moment, so he was able to spend the first few minutes of his morning without having to pretend to like any of his employees.

Sipping his coffee, Ren spaced out for a moment; he didn't notice the door open or the tall woman with long, curly light copper colored hair that came in.

“Goedemorgen,” She greeted politely in her native tongue, Dutch. Ren jumped slightly, and faked a smile.

“Good morning, Anki.” He replied, refraining from spitting her name out bitterly. Oh, how he hated her.

Anki went about her business, filling a cup up with coffee and dropping a few sugar cubes in it, and then grabbing an apple on her way out. Before she closed the door behind her, she said in her usual buoyant voice, “Have a good day!”

As soon as she was gone, Ren rolled his brown eyes and returned to sipping his coffee. He watched the clock on the wall, and when it finally showed 6:45, he downed the remainder of the coffee and tossed the cup in the rubbish on his way out of the breakroom.

Ren made his way to his office, eager to escape the bullshit known as ‘friendly good mornings’ that his employees spewed out at him; mostly the women that obviously wanted to feed the kitty. He closed the door behind him once he entered the room, and plopped down in the chair behind his desk. Cringing when he saw the stack of paperwork that he’d been procrastinating doing for almost two weeks, Ren decided it could wait another day. Rather than doing what he was getting paid to do, he settled for playing pacman on his computer and occasionally glancing up at the cubicle directly in front of his office, where the cute Irishman was working diligently.

Since the door was made of glass, Ren could easily stare at Destri all he wanted to, and he was oblivious enough to never notice. Cute, innocent little Destri.

Ren scowled as he watched the woman from before, Anki, stand up and drop a folded piece of paper on Destri’s desk; her cubicle was right beside his and the only thing that separated them was the thin wall.

Passing notes? What the hell is this, fifth grade? Ren glared at the Dutch woman. He watched as the two foreigners exchanged words and a few friendly smiles; much too friendly for Ren’s liking. Anki was one of the few women in the office that didn't shamelessly flirt with him, but she did flirt with HIS Destri. What gave her the right?

Ren grit his teeth angrily and turned his attention from the infuriating woman, and back to pacman. Deciding that pacman wasn't distracting him well enough, he transitioned into playing Happy Wheels.

Roughly fifteen minutes went by with Ren running people over with a bike on Happy Wheels. A knock on the door interrupted his angry gameplay, and he looked up to see that damn woman standing there. Still, he gestured for her to come in and closed the Happy Wheels tab.

“What can I do for you, Anki?” Ren asked politely with a fake smile. If Destri wasn't so attached to her, he would have found some reason to fire her, but that might make him resent the older male.

“I need to ask you something very important.” The Dutch woman began, “First off, I should probably explain the reasoning for this question. You see, for about the past three weeks or so, Destri has been living with me since his roommate had a meltdown and kicked him out. I love him being there and everything, don't get me wrong, but it's kind of awkward when I try to bring guys home. I have a hot date tonight and I really don't want to scar Des’s innocent mind, so do you think he could possibly stay with you for tonight?”

What.

Ren opened his mouth to say something, but Anki cut him off, “Before you say no, I know that you like Destri and I'm fairly certain he likes you, so why not use this night to get to know each other better?”

“And what makes you think I like him?” He did, he did like Destri, so very much.

“Oh please, you think I haven't noticed the looks you give him? You're always staring at him.” Anki smirked, crossing her arms over her chest, “You should totally get with him.”

Ren sighed, not feeling up to the argument. If he were to allow Destri to stay at his house, there was no guarantee that he would be able to keep his hands to himself. He didn't want to hurt him or scare him off, but it was hard to control himself around him. Though, maybe Destri would return his feelings and willingly give into him.

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On the outside, Ren appeared calm.

On the inside, Ren wanted to One-punch Anki in the face.

Why did he agree to this? Now he was gonna have to watch everything he did around Destri, just to ensure that he didn't molest the poor man. He was probably going to lose sleep because of the fact that the man he’d been hopelessly in love with since three years ago would be sleeping in the same house as him.

It was thoughts like this that plagued Ren’s mind as he unlocked his front door and held it open for Destri. He wanted nothing more than to ravish the foreign man’s body right then and there, but that would probably be a bit too sudden.

“Thank ya for lettin’ me stay tha night, Mr. Ansel. I hope I’m not intrudin’.” Fuck, Destri's accent would surely be the death of Ren. The Irish intonation wasn't as strong as it probably had been before he’d moved to England and been exposed to the English accent, so he now spoke with an odd combination of an Irish-Cockney accent.

“Ren is fine, no need to be so formal. It's not a problem.” Liar. It is a problem. What if he lost control of himself and accidentally hurt him? After giving the Irishman a brief tour of the house, Ren asked, “Are you hungry?” To which Destri shrugged his shoulders vaguely.

Taking that as a yes, Ren headed into the kitchen. He filled a pot halfway with water and placed it on the stove. He didn't really know what kind of food Destri preferred, so he settled on making rice with vegetable stir fry. Once the food was done, Ren pulled out two plates and put a generous amount on each.

Balancing the plates, he brought them to the table and placed one in front of Destri and the other across from him. He sat down and nervously looked down; his heart was pounding so hard that it almost hurt and he had a burning desire to jump the Irishman.

“Thank ya, Ren.” Destri smiled, oblivious to the dangerous aura surrounding the older man. The younger began to eat, and so did Ren. “This is really good!”

Ren slightly jumped, “Oh--uh, thanks.” He murmured, glancing over at Destri with a slight smile. The two ate in silence from that point on, and Ren used that time to try to build up some self control.

“If you'd like to take a shower, the bathroom is just down that hallway,” Ren said, after they'd finished, “Last door on the right.”

Destri nodded and made his way to the bathroom, while Ren ran his fingers through his dark hair and sighed. He hated this. He hated whatever Destri did to him. He hated that he couldn't even look him in the eyes without wanting to pounce and fuck the life out of him.

You know what? Fuck it. Ren was going to do just that. He’d waited years to take the Irishman, and he refused to wait any longer.

Ren stood up and quietly walked to the bathroom. He could hear the water going, so he knew Destri was already in the shower. The dark haired man stripped himself of his clothes, before slowly opening the bathroom door, as quietly as he possibly could. Once inside, he creeped into the shower behind Destri and turned him to face him.

Destri's eyes widened, “Ren--hmmf?!”

Ren quickly pressed his lips to his firmly, halting any words of protest. Destri struggled, much to the older’s dismay, but he was easily able to overpower the Irishman; he pushed him against the wall and held him there. He could feel Destri beginning to tremble, but he didn't stop.

Ren traced his tongue across Destri's lip, silently requesting entrance, but instead of granting it, he tried to move his head away. Ren growled and inserted a finger into the Irishman's butt, wiggling it around and sliding it in and out repeatedly.

Destri gasped and Ren took the opportunity to shove his tongue in the man’s mouth. At some point, he noticed that he was no longer struggling, and seemed to have decided to just let it happen. The dark haired man added another finger, and soon, another. He moved his three fingers, stretching the younger man out as he explored his mouth. The warm water from the shower continued to rain down on the two men, though neither paid much attention to it.

Ren eventually broke away from the kiss, panting heavily as he did. Destri didn't scream or yell like he assumed he would have; instead, he clung to Ren in a desperate attempt to hold himself up, as his trembling knees were doing little to help. Small moans escaped his slightly swollen lips as Ren continued to thrust his fingers in him. He was actually enjoying this.

Ren moved his free hand to grasp one of Destri's. He guided it to his member, his breath hitching as he felt Destri hesitantly wrap his hand around it. His lips connected with the Irishman's once again, and this time, he actually kissed back. Destri pumped Ren's growing erection dubiously.

Ren removed his fingers from Destri's entrance, and once again broke the kiss. He smirked at the smaller male before flipping him over so that his back was facing him. He groped his cute little ass and lined his erection with his hole.

Slowly pushing in, he grunted at how tight Destri was. The Irishman screamed, squeezing his light blue-green eyes shut tightly. The older man gave him no time to adjust and began bucking his hips roughly. A string of gasps, moans, and screams escaped Destri's lips.

Ren decidedly needed a better angle; he pulled out of Destri and slid down the wall to sit on shower floor. He motioned for him to ride him.

Destri eased himself onto Ren's dick, moaning loudly as it reached deeper than before. He slowly began to move his hips up, and then back down; very slowly, as he was trying to get a feel for what he was meant to do.

“Destri…” Ren moaned, staring at the younger man with half lidded eyes filled with lust. He grasped his thin hips and helped him move faster. Destri screamed out as Ren's member hit his prostate particularly hard; he nearly came from just that. The older male groaned as he felt his walls tighten around his erection.

Destri's member was dripping with pre-cum, and his lips quivered. Finally his back arched and he flung his head back as he came; Ren wasn't far behind, bucking his hips up to meet Destri's before he filled him with his baby gravy.

“Feck…” Destri panted, his Irish accent becoming unusually thick. “The hell was dat?” He didn't sound angry, fortunately, but moreso curious, and a bit shaken up.

“I've wanted to do that for a long time.” Came Ren's response as he carefully lifted Destri off of his dick and winced as he saw a bit of blood mixed with his cum flow out. That must have happened when he first put it in.

“Well, eh, ya could have asked, y’know? Or gave me a bit of a warning…” Destri laughed weakly and sighed. He rested his head against Ren's chest and wiped his eyes, “Ye scared me, Ren.”

Ren kissed the Irishman's forehead and stroked his wet, ash brown hair, “I’m sorry, Destri. It wasn't my intention to scare you. I wasn't really thinking.”

Destri hummed, looking up at the older man. Ren slowly leaned down to place a loving kiss on his lips and was happy when he returned it. He reached up and turned the water off, before moving his hands to cup his face.

Ren loved Destri so very much, and he’d make sure that he never got away from him. Destri belonged to him, and no one else.

This didn't turn out as well as I'd hoped ;-;

I got a wee bit of writer's block, so it might be a week or so until I update again. Hopefully not, but it's a possibility.

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