Yama pair birthday fic

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For samii3104's birthday.

Prompt: AU. Sho is an executive of a business with Ohno's father as the major stockholder. Worried that his free-spirited son will have no career future, Ohno Sr. forces him to work at the company against his wishes. The somewhat spoiled Ohno tries to avoid doing any work. Sho having a crush on Ohno lets him get away with it much to the dismay of a certain hard-working dept head (Matsumoto Jun). Sho is unable to act on said crush under the pressure of Ohno Sr.'s rule. Unresolved sexual tension ensues.

A/N:　To be honest, I went a wee bit off the prompt, and I'm not entirely sure if the UST developed as much as you wanted it to, but... it was kind of kdrama-esque? I hope you like it, Samii, and happy birthday again. ♥


Sho hadn't seen Jun this angry before, not since the egg incident that caused the 'worst diarrhoea in the history of diarrhoeas'. He could practically see the steam rising off Jun's perfectly waxed hair as the other man grinded his teeth on the other side of the desk.

"Clients are unhappy," Jun said. "Our call centers have been receiving complaints since the beginning of the year."

Sho nodded. "What might they be unhappy about?" he asked politely.

Jun took a deep breath; an attempt to calm his rage. "Apparently," he said slowly, "Their claims have yet to be filed. Claims which, I might add, they submitted two months ago."

"Business claims can take a while," Sho pointed out.

"These are claims for vehicle damage."

Sho paused; there just wasn't a good enough counter for that. Mind racing, he retorted, "I still don't see the problem here. Profits have risen by two percent since last year."

"A significant number of clients are losing their trust in us," Jun hissed.

"The board was satisfied with my report."

"The board only sees numbers, which are sure to be abysmal if you let this go on," Jun said, seething. The steam seemed to be flowing off in waves now. "Stop making excuses and talk to that incompetent idiot."

Sho bit his lower lip nervously. "I'm not even in his department."

"Believe me, his department head tried."

"Then why don't you talk to him? You're the managing director."

A look of surprise flickered across Jun's face, before it quickly rearranged itself into an appropriately disgruntled expression. "The one who did the hiring does the talking," he said, boxing Sho a little too painfully in the shoulder.

"You're making me the bad guy," Sho accused.

Jun swivelled his chair around and waved a wrist dismissively at Sho: the conversation was over.

As Sho left the office, closing the door quietly, he realized that he had never spoken this much to Jun before.

At least, not until Ohno came into his life.

Ohno Satoshi: he was the son of a senior shareholder for Mitsubishi Corporation. In a world of his own, Ohno believed in the expression of freedom through art, so he had never found a need for employment. When his older sister got married and moved out of the house, the father decided it was time to get his only son in shape - he brought Ohno to a review meeting of the corporation's annual assessments.

And Sho fell head over heels for the young man with the cherub face and dozy smile.

He could still remember their first conversation as though it were just yesterday.

"Did you like my presentation?" he had asked.

"There were a lot of numbers," Ohno had said.

"Sakurai-kun is the financial director for Mitsubishi Corporation Insurance," Ohno's father said. "This is my son, Satoshi." Then, unabashed, "He's looking for a job."

"Oh?" Sho had said. He clearly recalled the joy he felt at the thought of spending more time with Ohno. "It just so happens we have a position open."

Within the next week, Ohno was installed at his desk in the company's main office as a new insurance claim clerk. He seemed to fit in well; his colleagues in the administrative department adored him, particularly Aiba, who shared cookies with Ohno behind the reception desk every afternoon. Even Ninomiya, their toughest and most successful insurance sales agent, enjoyed teasing Ohno whenever he was in the office, much to Sho's chagrin.

However, a month into Ohno's working life, Sho was called into Jun's office for the first time.

Clients had yet to hear a decision on their claims, said Jun. Speed it up, said Jun.

Why me, Sho had said.

You hired him, said Jun.

When told as such in kinder words, Ohno tilted his head and blinked. "I submitted the forms," he said, confused. "You mean I have to call these people, too?"

Sho had spent the afternoon on the phone, going through the list of clients with Ohno, and then the rest of the night writing up the financial report due for that month.

It was the happiest day of his life.

But each month, the cycle repeated: if it wasn't miscalculations in payments, it was a problem with missing client data; if it wasn't an overdue claim, it was a coverage that didn't match their insurance policies.

"Trust Oh-chan to keep things interesting eh?" Nino had said, grinning from ear to ear.

Yes, thought Sho, but the way things were going, when was he going to find the time to ask Ohno out?

And now, here they were, a year since Ohno's employment, with no progress in their relationship.

It was a source of frustration for Sho: daily interaction with Ohno just made his aching want to touch the other man grow stronger each time. It was all the little things too, like Ohno's habit of licking his lips when he concentrated, or the way Ohno's button nose crinkled when he filled in a claim form; all of it was driving Sho crazy. The last time their knees brushed, Sho had felt electricity through the rustle of clothes, seconds before he banged his head on the desk in embarrassment.

Ohno must think he was some kind of nutjob.

"... and you're telling me all this, why?"

Sho raised his head slowly from his hands. "Who else could I talk to?" he said with a forlorn sigh.

Seated on Sho's desk with a look of absolute boredom, Nino shrugged. "Aiba," he said. "I bet he needs some excitement between forwarding calls and whatever it is he does behind that counter."

"Aiba would tell me to confess," said Sho. "Even worse, Aiba might just tell Ohno and ruin my life forever."

"Wow, you have been talking to Jun a lot," Nino said.

"I don't even know how he feels," Sho groaned, ignoring the jibe completely.

"Well let's get one thing straight," said Nino, hopping off the desk and sliding onto the armrest of Sho's chair. "Are you very sure you want to fuck the son of the corporation's most senior shareholder?"

"Who said anything about fucking!?" Sho said, his voice rising to a high-pitched squeak.

"I think that answers the question," Nino snorted.

Sho dropped his head onto the desk with a loud thud. "Just one evening," he said. "Just one. I even have the restaurant in mind."

"So ask him on the pretext of 'getting to know each other',"said Nino. He smirked then, making Sho wonder why exactly he had chosen to talk to an insurance sales agent. "After telling him off for not filing those claims, that is."

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Ohno was at the reception desk, chatting with Aiba.

Ideally, Sho would have liked Ohno to be alone, preferably in a far corner of the room where no one could hear them. But of course, in Sho's world, nothing ever went the way he wanted it. Squaring his shoulders, Sho straightened his tie and marched over determinedly.

"I think Sho-chan's having another bout of constipation," Aiba said the minute he caught a glance of Sho's expression.

"It's not constipation," said Sho, suppressing the urge to scream at the heavens when Ohno laughed. "For the record, I've never had that before."

"Really?" said Aiba. "What about the time--"

"Satoshi-kun, I'd like a word in private," Sho cut in quickly.

Ohno blinked. "Now?"

"Yes, now."

"Ooooooh," Aiba said eagerly before Ohno could respond. "Is that Sakurai language for, are you free Saturday night?"

Damn you, Ninomiya Kazunari, thought Sho.

"Don't you have phones to answer?" he said in the last ditch attempt.

"No one's calling," said Aiba, tapping the small headpiece in his ear.

A pause, with Sho shifting his eyes desperately at Ohno. And then, Aiba understood. "Riiiight," he said. Giving Sho a fist pump of encouragement, the taller man made an exaggerated pretense of turning his back on Ohno and saying in a loud voice, "Hi, Mitsubishi Corporation Insurance, how may I help you?"

"Where did you want to talk again?" Ohno said, looking more than a little amused.

As Sho led Ohno to his office, he briefly contemplated stabbing himself with a letter opener.

Once they were both inside, Sho shut the door and walked to his chair. At the seat, he hesitated- it always seemed so impersonal when Jun talked behind his desk -before circling the desk to stand in front of it.

"So," he started, leaning back uncomfortably.

Ohno waited.

"So," Sho said again, deciding to straighten and fold his arms instead. "I uh, spoke to Jun a few minutes ago."

"Oh," said Ohno. He smiled. "Jun-kun's nice."

"You think so?," Sho said; if only poor Ohno knew the names Jun was calling him behind his back.

"Uh huh."

"I see..."

"We had a nice dinner together the other day," Ohno added.

"That's great--" Sho choked on air. "What!?"

"He insisted on paying," Ohno went on, oblivious to the various shades of purple Sho's face was turning. "Really generous."

"Where..." That was a little high. Swallowing, Sho tried again. "Where did you have dinner?"

Please, he thought. Please don't let it be...

"Some fusion place called Casita," said Ohno.

... the very restaurant he had planned for their first date.

It was as though something in Sho's mind snapped.

In a rush of words and emotion, he told Ohno everything, from Ohno's problematic work attitude to the things Jun said about him. It was like a dam had opened; he couldn't stop. By the time he was done, his mouth was dry, his head spinning, and that letter opener idea was starting to look more appealing by the minute.

But to his surprise, Ohno was smiling. "I have a question," the smaller man said.

Slowly, Sho nodded.

"Does this mean I can't have dinner with Jun-kun anymore?"

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"And then you told him he was free to do whatever he wanted," said Nino in a dull monotone.

"Wow, you'll never get into his pants at this rate," said Aiba.

Sho nodded; he was still too dazed to process the happenings of the last hour. All he remembered was after Ohno left, he had stumbled to the reception desk, where Aiba and Nino instantly stopped their conversation and dragged him to a corner table in the office cafeteria.

Aiba leaned across table. "So what's your plan?"

"Wish him happiness with Jun," Sho said quietly.

"You really think that uptight princess would go out with a shareholder's son?" Nino snorted.

"They had dinner..."

"Doesn't matter," Aiba chimed in. "Nino and I've had dinner with Ohno, too."

Sho made a noise that sounded like a keening whine. Absently, Nino whacked Aiba across the back of his head. "What Mr. Moron means to say is," he said, ignoring Aiba's loud protest, "People can have meals together as friends."

"But Casita is the restaurant for couples," Sho sighed.

Nino had opened his mouth to say something when the Mario theme song started playing from within his pants pocket. Holding a finger up, he pulled out his cellphone and flipped it open.

"Message?" Aiba said curiously.

"From a client," said Nino as he held up the phone, fingers tapping lightly at the keypad. "Keep talking. Something about Casita being a restaurant for couples?"

"Thanks guys," Sho said sadly. "But I think I'm satisfied being Satoshi-kun's friend."

"Even though you love him that much?" Aiba said. He was peering over Nino's shoulder with a large grin. "Didn't you say you wanted him so much you thought you could die?"

Sho shot a glare at Nino. "Just how much did you tell Aiba-chan?"

"Enough," Nino said distractedly.

"If you don't do something soon, you might lose your mind and jump him," Aiba said.

"I'm not that much of a beast!" Sho yelped.

"He didn't deny wanting Oh-chan," said Aiba.

"He didn't," Nino agreed.

Wordlessly, Sho rose from his seat and turned to leave. He could take their teasing any other time, but now it just grated on his nerves, already stretched taut to breaking point.

"Where are you going?" asked Aiba, not sounding the least bit remorseful.

"Back to my office," Sho said tersely. "To work."

Nino flipped his cellphone shut with a snap. "Have fun," he said.

Really, thought Sho as he stiffly marched back to his office. What was he expecting from those two? Comforting words? A kind consolation speech? He should've known they would take the opportunity to mock him. Slipping through the door, Sho closed it with a sigh of resignation. He wasn't joking when he said he was satisfied being Ohno's friend. And it was the duty of a friend to support the other in all matters, including love. Even if it was going to hurt, so much.

"Have you lost your mind yet?"

Sho whirled round and backed up into the door so quickly, he could feel his spine crack.

Ohno was in his seat, playing with one of his fountain pens.

"Why..." Sho tried desperately to quell the panic churning in his stomach. "What are you..."

Ohno twirled the pen, smiling. "I had the most interesting call," he said. He paused for a second when the pen dropped onto the desk. "Something about wanting me so much you could die?"

Sho's heart flew up his throat. "How did you--" He stopped suddenly, eyes bulging.

And then he screamed.

Nino's phone. Ninomiya's damn phone. He was wondering why Nino was holding it up the entire time: it wasn't a message, it was a call - a call that the weasel had set on speakerphone. And Aiba knew.

"Sho," said Ohno.

Sho stared at him in a blank haze of fear and anger. This wasn't supposed to happen. He was supposed to apologize to Ohno tomorrow for his outburst, and while helping the other man with the payment calculations, offer his congratulations on a successful relationship with Jun.

"Sho," Ohno said again. His voice sounded strangely closer than it did before. Surprised, Sho blinked, then slammed his back into the door again: Ohno was standing right in front of him.

"You're funny," said Ohno.

"A-About the call," Sho said, faltering.

"You also think too much," said Ohno, before he kissed Sho, mouth open and warm. Any conscious thought he might have had evaporated; Sho submitted easily, hand rounding Ohno's shoulders; he let it settle between the narrow shoulder blades and pressed gently, lifting Ohno up further.

After a while, Ohno sank down on his heels, but Sho followed; he bent down and pressed his lips beneath Ohno's jaw, hot breath gusting into the soft hollow there. Then he kissed a light trail up and across the jawline, the hard jawline he had been staring at for a year, amongst so many things. Ohno exhaled, fingers winding into his hair.

"I want you so much I could die," Sho murmured, too far gone to remember to be embarrassed.

Ohno laughed softly. "I thought you might have run."

"Why would I," said Sho. He loosened Ohno's collar with one hand and nipped at the exposed skin, scraping his teeth lightly across.

Ohno hummed appreciatively for a brief second. "Because your office has no blinds," he said then.

A beat. And slowly, very slowly, Sho raised his head.

At the corner of the far too large picture window, a crowd had gathered, with Nino in the forefront; he was snapping a picture with his cellphone. Aiba, meanwhile, appeared to be collecting money from the rest of the onlookers.

"I've just lost my job haven't I," said Sho.

Ohno slid his hand down to pat Sho reassuringly on the back. "Dad would never fire you," he said. "Mom loves you too much."

"Does she?"

"Yeah, you met her a few times at company dinners."

"Yes, but..."

"She's been asking me when we're hooking up."

"That's nice," Sho said shyly. Then, he frowned. "What about Jun?"

The way Ohno's lips curled next made him resemble a certain insurance sales agent. "I don't think he wants me blabbing to Aiba-chan about his little crush."

Sho's mouth fell open. "Jun likes Aiba?"

"That's why he took me to Casita; he wanted my opinion on the place. Something about the fact that I used to be an artist."

"Oh," said Sho. "I thought..."

"I know," said Ohno. The curve of his lips softened when Sho hugged him tightly in relief. "I've always liked you, you know. Ever since that review meeting."

"Really?" Sho said, flushing at the bold confession. "So I could have asked you out anytime?"

"I was creating all sorts of openings for you."

"Openings?"

"I'm not that bad at my job, really."

Sho pulled back slightly. "So this entire time, you've been faking your incompetence?" he said, gazing down at Ohno with some exasperation.

Pressing close, Ohno smiled against Sho's jacket. "Except for the claim payments," he said. "I still don't like numbers."

"You..." Sho laughed. Without thinking, he tipped his head and leaned down.

"I told you Sho-chan'd be too happy to care," Nino's voice said from outside. "Cough it up."

"Dammit," said Aiba. "I don't know if I like happy Sho-chan."

"If only they knew just how happy you are," Ohno said. He then arched up to take the offer, but this time, Sho withdrew and stepped out of the embrace. Sho wanted, no, needed more; but he definitely didn't want an audience, even if the way Ohno's lower lip stuck out in a pout only made him so much more tempting.

And it was a good thing, thought Sho, blushing madly, that he was wearing loose pants today.

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In a sense, hooking up with Ohno somehow managed to make the workplace twice as torturous. It wasn't as though they hadn't done it, but it simply wasn't enough; neither was it helpful that Ohno enjoyed shooting significant glances at lunch, long eyelashes low over gleaming eyes.

"The first hundred times were cute," Nino said, "But if you give him the sex eyes again, I will stab them with this plastic fork."

"So Oh-chan," Aiba said through a mouthful of sweet and sour pork. "Do you like it when he pounds you hard, or when he rocks into you like you're made of glass?"

"I don't know, what does Jun-kun like?" Ohno said casually over Sho's loud coughing.

"Spontaneity," Aiba said, completely unfazed. "You know the men's bathroom on the fourteenth floor?"

"Did you have to bring in Jun?" said Nino. "I'll never be clean now."

Sho chuckled to himself at the memory; if Nino even had any idea what kind of solution Sho had come up with to resolve his (and Aiba's neverending) frustration, the sales agent would never visit their office ever again.

One knock, followed by the door opening before a response: it could only be one person.

"What's up, Jun?" Sho said, looking up from the spread of balance sheets. He had been staring at them blissfully for the past fifteen minutes.

"I don't know how you did it," Jun said, "But Ohno hasn't made a single mistake since last month."

"He just needs the right motivation," Sho said solemnly.

"Uh huh," said Jun, raising an eyebrow. "Well anyway, that's all I came to tell you."

"Thanks."

"By the way," Jun added on his way out, "Those look like the same blinds Aiba got for my office."

"Coincidence," said Sho.