The Funtom Company

18: The |Disaster| Company

"He hasn't said a thing," Vincent threw his phone in his drawer. "Fuck my life," he slammed his head down on his desk. Adrian stood there, watching the poor guy helplessly mull over his previous actions. His reasoning for going back to this dreaded company building was because he felt bad for going home after what he'd said. Or, at least, that's what Adrian gathered from it. Vincent didn't seem to think of that place as 'home' anymore. He was spending more and more time at the company, in his emergency bedroom. Avoiding Rachel. Avoiding his sons.

"I need to apologize," Vincent slammed his head down on the desk again. "My pride won't let me. I didn't do anything wrong. Someone had to tell him the truth about his newfound hobby. But, goddamnit Sebastian, what the fuck are you thinking?" Vincent slammed his head a third time. "What. The. Fuck. A girlfriend? Really? Boy, I swear to all things unholy, I'm going to beat your ass, and you're not even my son, yet," Vincent let out a long sigh.

"There is not a person in this world that is going to love me at the end of my life," Vincent sat up straight and leaned back in his chair. He turned one-hundred and eighty degrees to look outside at the people below.

"I will love you," Adrian blurted out. Vincent didn't react. He didn't move, Adrian wondered if he'd broken him.

"I will, no, I do love you," Adrian confessed. There was a twinkle in his eye. Fear? Longing? He didn't stand like a deer in headlights. He stood with determination. He stood with purpose. Vincent noticed these things when he turned back to look at him. Still silent.

"I don't love your money, your looks, your previous gang warfare. I love you. I love the way you smile, even though you hate the person you're speaking to. I love that your brain isn't always connected to your heart and you'll say things in a way you don't intend, but you do mean. I love that you're always wearing a three-piece suit even though the weather outside is hell-level-hot. I love the fact that you cross your legs when you sit and you lean back in your chair when you think. There are things about you that I can't stand and things about you that I can't live without. I'm not asking you for a marriage or even a relationship but I-"

Vincent cut Adrian off. He stood up and leaned over his desk. He grabbed Adrian's tie and pulled the man into him. It was all one swift motion. He didn't ask for permission when he kissed him. He didn't care at all about how Adrian felt. This was mostly just to shut him up. Anything else he said might cause Vincent to cry, he hated feeling emotions like this. So, he kissed him for selfish reasons. He grabbed the nape of Adrian's neck and pushed the man further into his mouth. The two had never kissed before. Never. Not even that night of "comfort" had they kissed. Kissing was for couples, people that loved each other, or for people like Lau, that loved causing others to be irritated. (Guess which one Vincent is.)

"I thought you didn't kiss your secretaries?"

"I don't," Vincent said. This could only mean one thing: Adrian had inadvertently quit with his impromptu confession.

"Oh shit," Adrian's eyes widened. Fuck. Why did he just say that? How stupid was he? Vincent was going through enough shit, he didn't need to find a new secretary on top of that! Damnit. Adrian, what the fuck is wrong with you?

"Marry me," Vincent said. His tone was so nonchalant that Adrian didn't think he was being serious.

"What?"

"We'll go to Vegas, get a fancy piece of deceased trees, and then you can help me run this company."

"What about the media? News? The press? The rumors about you? Rachel?"

Vincent shrugged, "Fuck 'em."

"I don't want to marry you, Mr. Phantomhive."

"No?" Vincent walked behind his desk and stood in front of Adrian. His face incredibly close to his. Vincent eyed Adrian's lips. "Do you want to fuck me? Have sex? Make love? Kiss? Go on dates? Hold hands? The only way we get to be happy in this world is if we are completely honest. We could keep it secret. We could hide it forever. Someone would notice one day. Someone always notices eventually. And then, it would all go to shit. What do you want?" Vincent adjusted Adrian's collar and smoothed out his shirt.

"The way I see it, you have four choices. You can marry me. You can have a secret relationship with me that will come back to haunt you forever. You can quit and leave, never seeing me again. Or, you can squander those feelings of yours right here, right now, and resume being nothing but a secretary."

Adrian didn't like any of these options. He loved Vincent. He wanted to be with Vincent. But he wasn't sure if his feelings were returned or even if Vincent cared about him at all. Adrian longed to be loved. He had thought VIncent did too. Now he wasn't so sure.

"I need to think about this," Adrian's head was flooded with thoughts and feelings. He couldn't trust himself to make the decision. The right decision. So, he left.

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A/N: Things are about to get spicy 👀