Mr. Burns x Smithers oneshot lemon

The Entwinement

Warning: If you are uncomfortable with swearing and sexual depiction, please do not read the second part of the story. The second part will include smut, the first will just be fluff.

~SMITHERS POINT OF VIEW~

I don't even know how this started, but it's been going on for some time now.

I remember when I first got this job working as Mr. Burns assistant, I was not to happy about it. Monty seemed like a grumpy old man, and this job seemed like a pain in the ass for me. It wasn't until about a month in that I started coming around to Monty. He started showing his nice side, which was almost non-existent, but it was nice seeing it every once in a while.

"Smithers," Mr. Burns said from the other room. I rushed in, asking what he needed.

"Smithers, you don't have to rush in that quickly," he said. "I only wanted a cup of coffee. I didn't get much sleep last night, you know. Even Bobo didn't help me this time."

"I completely understand, Sir," I said. "I'll be right back with your coffee."

In the back of my mind, I was always worried that he may call for me, and I wouldn't hear him or come fast enough. I didn't want to think about what could happen if I didn't.

I fetched him a cup of coffee, and brought it back to him. He gave a slight nod, and mumbled, "Thank you," under his breath. 

"You're more than welcome, Sir."

I retreated out to my desk, sighing to myself. A sudden memory of Monty and I flashed to my memory. We were skydiving, much to my dismay when Mr. Burns leaped out of the plane. To my horror, his parachute came off his back, so I hastily jumped off the plane after him. I caught him, activated my parachute, and he landed gently on the ground, on top of me, in my arms. It was a rush of anxiety, but for a moment, I felt completely at peace with Monty in my arms. That was when I decided to confess, and I did, but he cut me off, and I never got the chance.

I think the main reason I was ready to confess to him then was because he had a close brush with death when his parachute came loose. You can't just wait for an opportunity like that to happen again, Waylon, I thought to myself. It was time.

I in-took a large breath and braced myself for what was about to come.

I slowly stepped into his office, and when he didn't acknowledge me, I cleared my throat gently. He looked up from his newspaper, and gave me a hesitant smile.

"Ah, Smithers. What is it you need?"

"I just..." I didn't know how to form my words, so I just cut to the chase. "D-do you remember when we went skydiving?"

"How could I forget, Smithers? That was..." a brush with death? "Magnificent! Such a rush!"

"Y-yes, well," I stumbled over my words, trying to catch my train of thought. "I was going to say something then, but you cut me off," I smiled awkwardly.

"I don't recall. Please refresh my memory?"

"I was going to say... I love you, Sir."

It was odd, Monty didn't seem to react much until about five seconds after the words left my mouth. "Sorry, come again?" he whispered.

"I'm in love with you, Sir."

"I don't think you mean that, Smithers."

"Please," I said. I didn't know what I was pleading for when I said it. Monty raised an eyebrow at me. "Just call me Waylon."

"Oh, don't spout that crap with me, Smithers. I know you're not in love with me, that's not possible. I'm a man, you're a man... it doesn't work."

"It could work!" I almost yelled. I could tell it cut him off guard. I took a breath to calm myself down. "I'm sorry."

"Yes, well," he took a breath as well. "I'm not going to continue this conversation. Goodbye, Smithers."

"Monty, please. Can we just finish this conversation?"

"I'm starting to question you're professional abilities, Smithers. You may not call me 'Monty' whenever you please."

"Are you telling me you've never felt any of those feelings towards me?"

"The only feelings I'm feeling towards you right now are disgust, Smithers."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I had dreamed of this moment for so long, waiting for the time I would tell him I loved him--only to be rejected by my love. I could feel tears starting to well up in my eyes. I couldn't bare to look at him, and what was worse was that he seemed unaffected by the situation, if anything, slightly annoyed.

"I-I'm going to leave now, Mr. Burns."

"I think that would be best for both of us, Smithers," he said quietly. I didn't like hearing those words from his mouth but I carefully accepted them.

Before I left, I turned back to him once more. "Just... think about what I said. Please."

He didn't say anything as I left, so I retreated back to my desk to finish the stacks of paperwork I had to sort through.

About an hour and a half later, the phone at my desk rang, so I picked it up.

"Hello, this is Waylon Smithers, how can I help you?" I answered into the phone.

"Hello Smithers," the familiar voice of Mr. Burns answered back.

"O-oh, hello, Sir. What can I help you with?"

"I thought about what you said," he said quietly, almost a whisper. My heart stopped as it took me a moment to figure out and process what he had said. "I am willing to give this a try, Waylon. I have known you for as long as I can remember, and I cannot think of anyone with whom I'd be closer to. If I were to spend the rest of my life with someone, I would want it to be you, male or female. I still have some things to figure out in my brain, and I promise I will figure those things out, but until then, I hope you forgive me, and make due with what you have."

I felt the fat tears running down my face, and I knew he could hear me sobbing on the other end. I gathered my thoughts, and responded, "I-I really appreciated that, Sir, er, Monty? But... why'd you tell me this over the phone? You could easily have called me into your office."

"Er, well, um... I didn't really know how to say it in person, sorry."

I started to chuckle a little. "Nonsense, it's fine, Sir."

Thank you for reading part 1/2.