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It's a Tuesday afternoon and Jack is in his office. He's doing some paper work and he reaches over to his coffee cup to take a sip.
After a few more minutes of writing he puts the papers aside and gets some folders from his desk. "God this is boring." he mumbles.
He looks out the window of his office and admires the view. It still amazes him how the Empire State Building is not too far from the company.
It's been 4 years since he graduated business school and decided to work for his father's company in New York. 4 years since he quit trying to take over the world and going after Shen Gong Wu. 4 years since he cried from that trumatizing event with the monks.
How they not only brutally hurt him, but humiliated him. They ripped out a piece of his hair, took his boot, belt and underwear. To add insult to injury, Raimundo actually spat on him and laughed.
When his friends weren’t around, the monk then whispered in his ear while pulling his head up by his hair. "You're cute and if you weren't so pathetic, I actually maybe take you out to dinner."
After that he smirked and went to go follow his friends to leave. Leave him horribly injured and crying on the ground.
4 years and Jack has tried to move on. But it's hard. Flash backs of what happened still plays over and over again in his head. He hoped moving on with his life and moving to a different place would help him forget about what happened, but sadly it didn't.
His thoughts are interrupted when his cellphone rings. He takes it out of his pocket. "Hello..yes I'm aware of what happened, let me put you on speaker phone, I'm going to pull up the documents now."
Jack puts the phone on his desk and switches it on speaker phone. He then opens his laptop on his desk and logins.
Once he's in his work account he pulls up some files and looks through them a bit. "I still don't understand how the hell this could have happened. And it was only one train right?"
"Yes, luckily it was one." The person on the phone says.
"And no one died right?"
"No, they all got out of the hospital, alive."
"Thank god. But I still don't fucking understand how professional chefs can fuck up on simple lunch meals and give 46 people food poisoning."
"I'm not sure either. People are threatening to sue-
"Of course they're threatening to sue, Daniel. What else is fucking new?" Jack then sighs and runs a hand through his red hair. "Was the food stored properly?"
"We're still looking into that, so I can't really say yes or no."
"Jesus Christ." Jack mumbles. "Look I did not want to do this, but we're going to shut down trains for four months."
"Four months?"
"Yes. Two for getting new chefs and two for longer training. Also because I don't wanna deal with this shit in court, we'll cover medical bills for people and give $20,000 settlements."
"Should we issue a public apology? we can make some plans to do a press conference.”
Before Jack could answer he gets another call, this time it's the office phone he keeps on his desk. "Hold on for one second, Daniel." He answers the phone.
"What is it?" He says.
"Sir, this is the front desk, there's a man saying he wants to see you."
"Does he have an appointment with me?"
"No-"
"Then tell him to fuck off."
He's about to hang up but the receptionist says something that makes him pause. "He says that you two know each other, his name is Raimundo."
Jack's heart stops beating for a moment. He's hoping he mis heard, but since he doesn't really have a lot of good luck, probably not.
"Are..Are you sure, that's what he said?"
"Yes sir."
Jack flinches a little when those horrible memories start to flash through his mind. Why is he here? How did he find Jack? Is he here to beat him up for shits and giggles?
"Sir..sir? Should we send him up or not?"
Jack puts the phone on the side before looking to his cellphone. "Daniel...I'll have to call you back."
Before his work associate could say anything, he hangs up on him. He then gets back on his office phone. "Um...send him up."
"Yes, sir." Jack then hangs up the phone and opens his desk drawer. He quickly takes out a medication bottle. He started taking medication after that horrible accident because he started getting panic attacks.
He pops two in his mouth and swallows.
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In a few minutes, there's a knock on his office door. Jack ingores it, just hoping who he knows who is behind that door will just go away.
There's another knock. "I know you're in there Spicer, open the damn door."
"Damn it." Jack mumbles. After a few more knocks, Jack growls in annoyance. "The door is unlocked, just open it!"
The knocks stops and the door opens. A man wearing a green hoodie and jeans walks in, he has brown hair and green eyes.
"So..you gave up being an evil boy genius for a shiny office? Gotta say Spicer I didn't expect corporate America to be your style." The man says with a Brazilian accent.
"And I didn't expect you to come here and bother me. What do you want? I'm very busy."
"Doing what? Pushing pencils?" The man says with a smirk. Raimundo hasn't really changed. Well his attitude hasn't change, but his physical appearance did.
He's taller now, probably two inches taller then Jack. He has a little bit of a stubble and Jack could see a rose design tattoo on his neck. He probably has more tattoos.
Raimundo closes the door and goes over to Jack's desk. He closely looks at his face and chuckles. “You still wear eyeliner and in a office?"
Jack scowls. "In case you didn't fucking know, this is my family's company. I also own this division of it. So I can wear make up here, no one can fire me for it."
"Just seems a little unprofessional-"
"What the fuck do you want?"
Rai huffs and leans on Jack's desk. "I came here to tell you to call off your lawsuits on us."
Jack looks a little confused, but then grins. He did file a lawsuit against the monks when he got into the company. His lawyers have been taking care of everything and he's been so busy that he actually forgets sometimes.
"Give me one reason why I should." He ask with his own smirk now.
"Because it's literally fucking up our lives. Clay's ranch is about to be taken away from his family, kimiko’s family might have to shut down they’re company-"
"It's not my fault I'm richer then her."
"Shut up." Rai says with a glare. "The temple is about taken away from Omi, it's his only fucking home and my family can't afford to pay the money for this lawsuit."
"Well that's not my fault either. Now can you leave? I have more important matters to attend to then dealing with you and your friends problems-"
Jack is suddenly grabbed by his suit and pulled close to the Brazilian's face. "You fucking freak, why the hell are you doing this in the first place? It's one thing to fight us over Shen Gong Wu, but you have to fucking make us bankrupt?"
Jack glares and pulls away. "You should fucking know why I'm doing it."
Rai gives a fake laugh. "Did not wining Shen gon Wu make you that angry to sue monks? God that is sad. I mean at least you have one."
"I don't." Jack mumbles. "I sold the monkey staff at an auction."
After finishing business school and leaving the whole trying to take over the world thing, Jack wanted nothing to do with Shen gon Wu, witch is why he sold it.
"And no it's not because of the shen gon wu. May I remind you that you fucking assholes beat me up to the point I had to actually crawl to a near by convenience store and had them call the hospital. You pieces of shit broke my ribs, I had internal bleeding, my arm was broken and I was missing two teeth, witch I had to fucking replace. Also it took two months for my hair to grow back properly. Not mention you fucking took my underwear, I felt fucking violated."
"You're being a bit dramatic-"
"No the fuck am not! I have ptsd, I have terrifying nightmares."
Rai rolls his eyes. "Still the same pussy."
"And you're the same asshole. Tell the rest of the monk losers good luck with finding good lawyers. A lot my mine used to work for the justice department. Who's your lawyer? Mr.fucking Magoo? Get out of my office."
Rai huffs but goes over to the door, but he stops. He sighs and turns around. "Look what's it going to take? I promise my friends I would try to fix this."
"Your friends sent you to try and fix this?"
"Well Omi doesn't really know how to Travel to well, Clay wants to punch you and so does Kimiko."
"And you don't want to punch me?"
"I do. But that would make things worse. Look just tell me what's it going to take for you to call off your lawyers."
Jack looks down at his desk and stays silent for a moment before speaking. "I want an apology. from all of you."
"What? No way. Pick something else.”
"It's not like I'm asking you to suck me off, I just want a sincere apology for what happened that day." Rai rolls his eyes again. "Villians don't get apologies."
"If you can't do one simple thing then go." Instead of leaving like Jack said, Rai smirks and goes over to his desk.
"I can maybe suck you off though."
Jack's cheeks get red immediately, almost as red as his hair. "Or you can suck me off. I always took you for a queer."
"N-No, I-"
"Come on don't deny it. I've always noticed how you stared at me. I've noticed how you stared at Clay sometimes. Too bad big Texas was too oblivious to notice." Rai cups Jack's cheek. "I'm not really gay, but you are pretty enough for me to want to fuck you." Jack gasp and tries to pull away, but Rai grabs his neck.
"You've always wanted to get fucked by me, don't deny it. Why don't I give you what you want." With that Rai kisses him rough and Jack is a little bit caught off guard.
Soon he starts to moan and kisses back. Rail pulls back with a smirk. "I knew it." He grabs the front of Jack's suit and pulls him out from his chair. He then kisses Jack again and then goes to the other side of the desk.
Rai gets his lips on the other young man again and while Jack is distracted by the kiss, Rai reaches down to his suit pants and unbuckles the belt.
Rai stops kissing again, to shove two fingers into Jack's mouth. "I can tell you probably don't have a lot of time for a full fuck, so I'll do the next best thing, finger you like the slut you are, now suck." He whispers in Jack's ear, making him shiver.
Jack hesitates before he starts to suck on the man's fingers. Once they're wet enough Rai takes them out of his mouth. He reaches his hand into Jack's pants and Jack gives a shaky gasp.
He starts to get hard and he whimpers when Rai gets his fingers between his asscheeks. "F-Fuck." He says when he feels those fingers touch his entrance. Those fingers rub his hole and Jack's feels like he might collapse.
After a few more teasing touches, those fingers start to go inside of him, Jack whimpers again and Rai chuckles. Those fingers get a bit deeper and rubs on Jack's clenching walls.
Rai thrust them in and out a little and hooks them, making Jack squeal. "God those sounds you're making, it just makes wanna throw you on the desk and fuck you until you can't think straight, until you’re screaming my name so loud in this damn office." Rai starts moving his fingers faster and scissors them.
He touches Jack's prostate and Jack has to bite his lip from giving a loud shout. He starts to tremble a little as Rai keeps moving his fingers. "God, I knew you had a tight little ass on you." Rai whispers. "Fucking tighter than a girl."
Jack moans and starts to push back against the other man’s fingers.
"Greedy aren't you? Greedy slut." Rai says with a growl and moves his fingers a lot faster. Jack whines and is soon coming.
"Good boy, good boy, you came on my fingers so beautifully. Perfect slut."
Rai takes his fingers out.
Jack pants a little and sits down in his chair. Rai goes over to the office couch and unzips his pants. He sticks his hand in there and begans to jerk off.
"Are you serious right now?" Jack ask.
"Hey you got off, I didn't. Now are you going to drop the lawsuits?"
Jack sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "I'll think about it, for now, I need to get back to work and finish a call."
Jack is about to grab his phone, but Rai speaks again. "What are you in charge of in this place anyway?”
"Travels. I'm in charge of the companies planes, cruises and luxury trains."
"Can't believe you gave up battling for Shen gon wu for this boring shit."
"Yeah well battling for Shen gon Wu doesn't pay bills." Jack mumbles. "Now if you excuse me, I gotta deal with a food poisoning case." He gets his phone and dials back a certain number.
Soon the other end answers. "Hey Daniel, sorry about that, I just had to handle some other business."
"Oh you were handling some business alright." Rai snickers and Jack blushes.
"Shut the fuck up." He grits at the Brazilian. "And if you get come on that couch you are paying for it. Witch I'm sure you can't do since it cost more then your fucking closet of robes and hoodies."
Rai scowls a little and Jack gets back on the phone. He thought dealing with food poisoning would be the most annoying thing he had to deal with today, it turns out it's not.
It's Raimundo