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Peter made his way to work, the atmosphere being cold and damp. The gravel he walked on was moist and slippery which each step. He crossed roads and alleys, starting to shiver a lot more than he should. He finally got to the pizzeria, sighing and immediately walking inside to warm up. As kids were screaming and adults were sitting on their phones being normal, irresponsible parents. Peter made sure everything stayed as nice as the grimy place can be, knowing the fact he was multiple lawsuits on hand. As he was working, He caught a glimpse of Dave and Jack, seemingly up to shenanigans as Dave was giggling to himself and jack seemed unfazed and annoyed. They also seemed to be going into the safe room. Peter thought he could see the glare of a knife. He sighed almost angrily, tired of all the bullshit they do every damn day muttering to himself as he practically stomps over and attempts to open the safe room door. But of course, it's locked! Because what killers would leave their murder children room unlocked? He banged on the door, his fist balled tightly as the sound reverberated around the room. "Whaddya WANT, phoney?!" Dave shouted from inside the safe room, the muffled sounds of a child's screams now becoming more vocal. "What the hell are you doing in there??!" Peter loudly said from outside the door. "LEAVE THE DAMN CHILD ALONE, OR IM FIRING YOU BOTH." Peter could hear a loud, exaggerated sigh and the door unlocked with a click and a screaming teary eyed child came running out. Dave walked out the room, tossing his knife over his shoulder while rolling his eyes at peter. Jack followed, kinda looking zoned or just blank faced. Peter wanted to scold the two, but he was honestly so angry it didn't even matter at that point. He groaned loudly, putting his hand over his dial and even slightly gripping it out of anger. His thumb slightly grazed his numbers, spinning the dial slightly. He felt himself shiver and quickly let go of himself, letting out a shivery exhale. "Ugh, god I hecking hate this job.." he said to himself. Dave peered over and smirked. "Oh so those little things are sensitive? I'll keep a note of that for sure." Dave said with a chuckle. "GET. TO. WORK." Peter snapped back at him, his head quickly turning to meet Daves. He and Jack walk out the double doors and go to whatever the hell is they do and peter angrily sighs again. "I'll just..I'll just talk to Steven. He usually cheers me up." Peter says, trying to calm himself down even a little bit. He makes his way over to stevens office, where he seemed to be filing paper work with his head leaned on his hand. He saw peter walk in and perked up, lifting his head up and looking at him dial to dial. "Oh hey, what's up Peter?" Steven asked, placing his pen down and his hands in his lap. "Hey, Steven." Peter said, sounding tired and that gravely anger still deep in his voice. Steven leaned in, sounding a bit more serious this time. "You alright? You sound pisse-" Steven was loudly cut off. "Because I AM, Steven." Peter snapped at him. "Dude calm the hell down, what happened??" Steven asked, tilting his metal head to the side. "Those two employees won't stop hecking off, taking KIDS, AND DESTROYING THE PLACE, IM SO SICK OF IT! IM SICK AND TIRED OF THEM RUNNING AROUND AND RUINING EVERYTHING I WORKED SO HARD TO DO!" Peter slammed his hands on the office table, even making Steven jolt a bit in fear. "It'll be fine Peter, you really need to take a break or chill or something." Steven said, wanting to slide his hand on his but hesitating and pulling away. "I'll just-" peter cut him off again. "Sweep it under the rug? That's all you ever do anyways. Do you REALIZE how many lawsuits we have? How many complaints and bills we have to pay?? Not to mention our TAXES either." Peters fists started to tighten. "OH YEAH, BUT SWEEP IT UNDER THE RUG, STEVEN! PUT THE WHOLE COMPANY UNDER IT! THATS ALL YOU DO EVERY HECKING DAY!" Steven felt himself getting a bit mad too. He's the actual boss here, what the hell does he think he's doing? "That's not ALL I ever do, Peter. I help run this place!" Steven says, crossing his arms in his chair. "And who are you to yell at me over my work duties? I know good and well the place is struggling but I'm trying my darn best here." Peter felt like he was about to explode. Like if it could, his dial would twitch. "WHO AM I?! YOU WOULDNT KNOW WHAT I DO OR GO THROUGH OUT THERE BECAUSE ALL YOU DO IS STAY IN YOUR OFFICE SLACKING OFF!" Peter screamed, getting uncomfortably close to Steven now. "I DO NOT SLACK OFF! IM IN HERE ALL DAY FILING PAPERWORK AND MAKING CALLS TO NOT GET US SHUT DOWN!" Steven screams back, scooting back some from peters face. Peter grabs Steven by the collar, quickly yanking him up from his seated position. Out of anger he slammed him against the edge of the desk, his spine hitting the hard plastic making him groan in pain. His back arched as he looked up at peter. "You wouldn't survive one DAY out there doing my job, you sit all alone with no one to bother you because your so busy with 'papers'. You would snap in less than 2 hours trying to juggle the amount of jobs I have to do FOR YOU." Peter says, lifting him up and slamming him on the desk again. But this time, Steven didn't groan or inhale in a painful way, no. He almost whined, it seemed. Peter paused, his breath heavy as Steven noticed his intense gaze and faced his head to the side. Peter seemed confused. "What the hell was that??" He questioned, tightening his grip on Steven's collar. He didn't get an answer, only the slight shuffle of Steven's legs. Peter looked down, seeing the slight dent in Stevens pants. Somehow, this made him angrier then before. "Oh you hecking DEGENERATE. Are your SERIOUSLY getting off on this right now?!" Peter yelled, his thigh accidentally slipping between Stevens legs as he leaned closer to him. Steven clenched his fingers letting out a soft inhale and he tensed. Peter huffed in anger, astonished by the fact his mere actions made Steven act this way. But in all honesty, it was fucking hot. Peter grabbed Stevens phone head, forcing Steven to look Peter in the dial. Steven awkwardly chuckled. "Well uh..this is awkward isn't it?" Steven said quietly. Peter didn't respond, sighing lowly as his hand trailed up Stevens phone and onto his dial. Steven jolted. Peter noticed a small crack on his dial, his curiosity getting the hold of him as he grazed his thumb over it. Peter could feel the twitch in Stevens pants, as well as his shiver flowing through his body. Peter could feel Steven trying to roll his hips against his leg. He rubbed a bit harder, letting the dial naturally roll to other numbers. Stevens cock twitched again in his pants, trying ever so desperately to get any sort of stimulation from anything. He rolled his hips harder, his torso lifting and arching. Steven groaned in frustration. "God..please Peter..." he groaned and pleaded. "Your so pathetic. All you care about is my dick, huh?" Peter teased in a low tone. He slid his hand down, gripping at Stevens neck and digging his thumb into it. "You just want me so bad don't you." Peter teased, shoving his knee ruthlessly onto Stevens fabric covered cock. It hurt, but oh how he loved it. He let out a sharp whimper, gripping the edge of the table. Peter could admit he was getting off on this too. Having his boss under him at his whim..twitching and screaming at his touch and words. It was all invigorating. "Peter-..please.." Steven begged, the whine in his voice becoming more apparent. He wanted him. He wanted his dick deep inside his guts, doing whatever he wanted with him as he fucked him senseless. Peter sighed, pressing down more on his neck. "You better be quiet, or I'm going to stop and leave you here with your own problem." Peter said, unbuttoning Stevens belt and pants. Even by just slightly grazing Stevens raging bulge, peter could feel him twitch. He was really eager. Peter slid his pants down, then his boxers. Stevens cock practically flew out of them, his dick raging and pulsating. Peter felt a bit of butterflies seeing how huge Steven was. He let it go, though couldn't stop staring. He unzipped his own fly, pulling out his own cock. Steven lifted his head up a bit, his stomach immediately churning when he saw peters size. 'Holy shit he's big...' He thought to himself. Peter grabbed Steven waist, clenching it as he rubbed his cock around Stevens entrance. "Remember, Be quiet." Peter growled, leaning in close to Steven. He could only nod. Peter unmercifully rammed into him with no warning, Stevens legs clenching and tensing together. Peter slid back, ramming into him again. Stevens legs tightly wrapped around Peter, trying his very hardest not to start screaming. It just felt so good. Peter slammed into him again and again, the roughness making the room fill with the sound of skin on skin slapping. With each thrust Steven let out a little exhale, holding into the edge of the desk for dear life. His nails dug into the plastic, leaving dents where they were. Steven was in pure ecstasy as Peter rammed into him. It was like he was a toy and he fucking loved it. He squirmed under him, his exhales starting to slowly get more vocal. They intertwined through little words to breathy moans, a static like sound emitting from his receiver. He was practically being fucked senseless at this point. Peter, on the other hand, only had really one goal. To make this man suffer. He wanted to feel him squirm under him, gripping onto his skin as he fucked the gods out of him. Not even to mention how good he felt too. Stevens ass just hugged peters dick in all of the right ways, wonderfully making his experience better too. Steven could barley breathe with peters hand gripped tight around his neck. Suddenly Steven was yanked upwards by his tie, him involuntarily hugging onto Peters waist for support as Peter drove his cock deeper and deeper into Steven. Static roared from Steven's receiver, the sound being so loud it vibrated. Steven clawed into peters back, the pleasure too immense. The shaking from his pounding and the vibrations from the static caused Steven's receiver to knock itself off the handles. As it fell and hung from the spiral cord, Steven's breaths and moans could be heard quite clearly now. By this point, the whole quiet thing is far gone as Steven practically screamed as Peter rammed into all the right spots. Deep groans emitted from him as he squirmed and hugged onto Peter, gripping onto his shirt that was damp from sweat. Steven's mind was blank, starting to go limp in his legs and getting dizzy from the pleasure. Suddenly, peter slammed Steven back on the desk, slamming his receiver down and muffling it on the table. "AGH!-." Steven yelped, though barley audible. Peter continued to rail him, thrusting deep into every crevice inside his ass.. until Dave peeked into the door. "HOLY FUCK." He Said blatantly, watching the two go at it on the table. To him, seeing his cocky boss like this was funny as hell. "Oh I'm SO telling sportsy about this." Dave said with a smirk, watching for a bit longer before slowly inching away. "P-..Peter ..i think w-.." Peter quickly grabbed Steven by the throat again. "Shut. UP." He groaned, obviously more pissed off due to Dave. And Steven was gonna take it all. Peter took his hand off his throat and slid it down to his dick, clamping his hand around it hard. "G- GAH-!.." Steven gasped, a staticky glitching sound emitting from his receiver as he jerked him off while fucking his brains out. Stevens legs squirmed and kicked in overstimulation, starting again to claw at peters arms and the table. "H..HNG..PETER!..I CANT-..MGH..!" Steven panted loud and hard, the pleasure so immense he thought he was gonna pass out. "OH..ggOD.." stevens voice became glitchy, his movements erratic and splotchy. "H-HECK-..! IM GONNA CUM!-..IM GONNA CUM-..!" Stevens entire body shook sporadically, the white liquid spurting out of his twitching dick. Peter gripped his cock a bit tighter, making Steven twitch and jolt around. A loud abrupt static sound erupted from his receiver, it slowly fading out over a slow course of time. Though peter wasn't finished. He randomly sped up, making Steven arch his back a bit from him already cumming so hard. Peter started to huff a bit louder, his voice turning a bit more high pitched. "H..agh.." he moaned as he almost involuntarily picked Steven up from the table, smashing his back on the wall and while still holding him he slammed his cock deeper into him. His Programming was completely fucked, his filter stopping for a second."P-..PETER! P-..FUCK!!" Steven yelled as peter came inside him with a loud groan, Steven feeling the hot liquid shoot deep inside his ass and fill him up. "Mgh..god.." peter groaned. Steven though, was breathing heavily again and twitching. And he seemed to have more cum on his head. "Steven..did-..did you cum again?.." peter asked, leaning his head into his shoulder and the wall. Steven couldn't give an answer. Static still rung from his receiver along with a low constant ring as it dangled from its cord. Peter sighed and slid his cock out, some of the cum still dripping off it. He gently laid Steven on the floor, him being limp and unresponsive anyways as peter grabbed water and a few towels to help him and himself clean up.
A few hours later, the place was mostly clean. Peter sighed and looked over at Steven, peacefully unconscious on the floor. He couldn't lie and say he didn't feel bad. At this point it was after hours, so Peter picked up Steven and walked back to his place. From there, he laid him in his bed and put the soft covers over him, getting water and some hot food ready when he woke up. When he did, he could barely move and struggled to even sit up. Peter came back in with the hot steaming soup, surprised to see Steven awake already. He placed the soup down next to Steven on the bed. "Hey, you okay??.." Steven whined a bit as he struggled to scoot up. "Y-..yeah..kinda..?" He said, his voice strained from yelling. Peter fidgeted with his fingers for a moment. "I'm sorry-..I was just really-..i just-.." Peter put his head in his hands. "Oh, I don't know.." he said, genuinely feeling bad for something he knew he did. Steven put a hand on peters hip. "Peter. Truly, it's fine. I guess you were just blinded by rage, huh?" Steven chuckled. Peter laughed too. "Yeah, guess so. Hah.." Peter grabbed the tray with soup and water and placed it on his lap. Steven sighed. "Peter. We're phones. We can't eat, remember?" Peter seemed embarrassed. "Oh heck, your right-.." he put his hands in his pockets. "Sorry, I'm just-.." "tired?" Steven said in front of him. Peter sighed, walking over to the other side of the bed and climbing in it next to Steven. He laid on his chest, holding his sore body close. "..yeah." He said softly. Steven leaned his head on peters, rubbing his hand softly on his back. Eventually, they both fell asleep in each other's embrace.
The next day though, the two were seen as peter has his hand over stevens shoulder, helping him walk. Not even a minute after they came in, jack stomped up to peter. "PETER?? WHAT THE HELL DUDE??" He yelled. Peter stopped dead and leaned his head back some. "Can you not yell?" Peter asked with annoyance in his voice. "CAN I NOT YELL?? YOU TWO WERE FUCKING AT WORK!" Peter groaned. "Jack, can we NOT do this right now?." Peter asked. "NO! HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON?? ARE YOU TWO DATING?? HOW MANY TIMES HAS THIS-" "OH MY GOD, SHUT UP!" Peter yelled. Jack shushed almost immediately. He's not used to seeing his brother so damn irritable. "IM AN ADULT, I CAN LIVE MY OWN LIFE FOR GODREDS SAKE! LEAVE ME ALONE!" Peter pointed at jack, sighing and continuing the way to stevens office. Dave came from the shadows. "So, guessing it didn't go well?" "Shut the hell up Dave." "ookay then.."
Moments of silence went by.
"Saferoom sex?" Dave asked.
"We can hit a blunt after."
"Fine, whatever." Jack responded, shrugging.
"Yay!" Dave exclaimed, taking jacks hand and going into the saferoom with him.
END.
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Message- Hey! Guys I'm still alive, it's just been hard to exist on here cus school and life. But! This not so little story is just a reminder that VH CHPT 4 is in the works! Woohoo!! It's going to take a while, but hey, so does all great work.
(Credits to my friend Steven who gave me ideas and helped me write this hii!!)
