Conquering the Great King

𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 9

Iwaizumi wasn't sure if he simply didn't see all the lights around him blink off every day, or if he was just used to it.

By the time he was closing out of all his emails and done tapping away to his superiors everyone in his department was long gone. In fact, he was pretty sure almost everyone in the building was long gone.

He shut down his computer, grabbing his coat off the back of his chair and scooping a manila envelope off his desk. His boss had told him to re-gather all the material for their new author and put it in the smaller meeting room so he could glance over it before the departmental meeting in the morning. Normally he would tell him to leave it on his or his assistant's desk, but apparently those offices were all locked up. They had gone golfing.

It's not like it mattered to Iwaizumi anyway. He was just glad he was making progress so hopefully Sugawara could start rolling with his campaign.

He strode down the long hallway in strange half-darkness. Sure enough, most of the offices looked closed up and shut down for the weekend. There was the soft purr of air moving through vents, but otherwise it was all Iwaizumi's shoes shuffling against corporate carpet.

Iwaizumi finally reached the conference room, hand weighing heavy on the knob as he swung the door open. Then he froze, because what the hell else could he do but freeze.

Sugawara was laying on his back on the conference table, pants off, shirt hiked up over his chest, mouth stunned open. His legs were wrapped around Daichi's waist, who was in a state of equal undress-- pants around his ankles, shirt ripped open, all thick thighs and broad chest and God did he look good with his clothes off.

Daichi was definitely holding Suga's hips with his hands, was definitely inside him on the meeting table, and was definitely looking at Iwaizumi with unquantifiable horror in his eyes. 

Iwaizumi's mouth went dry as he blinked rapidly and shook his head. Daichi looked like he was going to say something, looked like he was about to move, when Iwaizumi extended the file he was holding and dropped it flat on the ground. It hit the carpet with a nice slap, and while Suga and Daichi followed it with their eyes Iwaizumi turned on his heel and left, closing the door behind him.

He walked as quickly as his legs would take him without running.

"Well," he said out loud, mind reeling. Iwaizumi thought back. Ah. A lot of things were starting to make a lot more sense.

He was a few blocks from the building when he got a call from Daichi.

"Uhm," was how Daichi started the conversation.

"What's up?" Iwaizumi asked, voice way too normal considering the circumstances.

"I thought... maybe we needed to talk."

Iwaizumi furrowed his brow, "Sure, if you want to." His eyes moved across the sidewalk as he slid past other people. "But I'm..." What was he doing again? "I have to take care of something." He could see the sign for the bar down the street, "If you want we can go out at the end of next week together, celebrate the end of crunch."

"Uhm... well, that's fine, but--"

"Is something else wrong?"

There was a long silence. Iwaizumi felt like he was missing a piece of his conversation again and ooh that's why Daichi acted weird this morning. Iwaizumi was starting to understand his own denseness. He covered his face with his hand.

"Listen Daichi," Iwaizumi said, realizing that Daichi is probably still panicking even though Iwaizumi was literally thinking nothing of it, "I have nothing else to say other than to ask you and Suga to celebrate the end of crunch with me next week over drinks." His voice was steady.