(warning some parts do jump around, so may be confusing to read lol)
Everything can make sense if you look at it from the right angle. Even the most difficult of problems have their solutions, it takes time, work, and effort, but nothing is impossible to figure out.
Except for Leith Pierre. The image of innovation, a man of business, structure, and power. Harley just couldn't begin to understand what went on inside of his head. What drove him to make him do the things he does. What made the man go out of his way to disrespect Elliot Ludwig himself by bringing him back to the company; or why the man always went out of his way to bother him during his work. He was constsntly asking redundant questions when he could easily just read the reports that were sent to Pierre's very office every day at *his* request.
It irked Harley, put simply. He wished he could do nothing more than strap the businessman to one of his very own operating tables and look at every crevis and ridge of his brain. Smooth gloved hands carressing the man's skin while a scapel glides down his body and dices him up. The thought was certainly enticing, it always sent a pleasent shiver down his spine.
He just had never met a man with such vigor and confidence, a man who always got what he wanted. A man who desired *progress* in a way he shared; They were similar in that regard, two men who needed to see their goals be accomplished in any means possible.
Though the way Leith went about things just didn't make sense to Harley. Why float around topics with chit chat when Pierre could enforce anything he wanted. Elaborate talk was useless, and somehow Leith always had time to talk to Dr. Sawyer.
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He had no need to come to his office that evening before Harley went home.
Harley has just gotten his things put away when Leith had strolled in without knocking, not saying a word. Confused, Harley questioned to himself why the man had come in so late, after all, testing had concluded that day.
"Hm. I must take notice at the ill time you've chosen to come in here Mr. Pierre." He eyed up at the bright colorful clock, the time clearly displayed 11:03 P.M.
"I just want to talk. Is that a crime Sawyer?" The younger man mused, walzting his way around the desk. Leith leaned casually against Harley's desk, his face slightly cringing as some papers scattered in the process.
Harley scowled, annoyance laced in his tone,
"It is when I was just headed for the door. Can this wait for Monday Mr. Pierre?" Harley began to grab for the papers, grumbling as he tried to neatly stack them back together.
"Leith. Just call me Leith, you've been here for 2 months now, cut it with the formalities man!" He flashed a warm smile at the scientist, before piping in, "but no, no it cant."
Harley had no clue what could be so important it had to be discussed at this very moment, but as strange as the time was, the claim seemed innocent enough. If Leith Pierre wanted to talk, he was going to get his way regardless, and he'd rather not be pestered all the way to his car. Besides, it's not like he had a spouse waiting back at home for him.
The two simply began to talk, at first about work, Leith had mentioned a new idea for BBI, and Harley listened, taking a few notes here and there if whatever Leith babbled about sounded important enough. Despite all the talk though, Harley could tell Leith wanted to tell him something else. He had a motive for coming in here, and he wasnt believing he only came in here to discuss BBI. Everyone had to have a reason for what they do, some merely try to hide it, but manage poorly at keeping it a secret.
The way Leith behaved, it was off. The lack of eye contact was a waving giveaway that something was up. The normally confident man had a stumble in his tone, while not obvious, Harley had plently of time to study the man's behavior; and he could see put simply, something was up.
Leith was in the middle of mentioning something about Eddie when Harley suddenly piped up.
"Alright Leith, I'm not sure what the hell is up with you but spit it out. Do you really think I don't notice?"
For once, Leith was quiet for a moment. Harley's brows furrowed, this was *especially* unusual. Leith was quick with his words, not careless persay, but he always knew two words ahead of what he was going to say next.
So when Leith had chosen not to say anything; instead pushing the scientist against his own desk, putting his arms around his sides, *kissing him.* The man's motives became all the more murkey to him. However, what surprised him the most wasn't the kiss. Harley Sawyer may have gotten kissed by Leith Pierre, but he kissed him back.
No words were exchanged between the two, both silently agreeing to let this play out a little longer. Despite his initial surpise-- Harley leaned into the kiss more than he should've. The two made quick work of each other, a frenzy of hands desperate to touch any and everything at their disposal. Coats getting shoved to the floor, shaking hands sloppily undoing shirt buttons while their mouths synced in harmony.
Once their shirts had been discarded to the floor, the two were in a frenzy, hot bare bodies pressed up against each other, desperate for any kind of touch or feeling. Open mouths with teeth clashing against each other as tongues filled the others mouth; It was *ravishing.* A hunger burned inside of Harley, a feeling he hadn't felt in years at this point. Countless times he had found himself dissatisfied with most partners he ever rarely entertained; Those that did? They never lasted long. To simply put, they couldn't handle him.
But Leith? He was handling Harley in *all* the right places.
Leith's firm hands cupped Harley's chest, taking in every bump and imperfection that graced the scientist's skin. He gazed down at the panting man below him, taking a minute to let him breathe. Leith didn't say anything, but there was something about the way he looked at him. His gaze didn't seem all there, as if he was thinking about something else while staring at his chest.
Harley couldn't stand the way he was looking at him. It made him feel... conflicted.
In the midst of everything, Suddenly things started to make sense to Harley. The constant supervision, the questions, the sudden late night visit with no supervision. Leith Pierre wanted Harley wrapped around his finger, and he was certain to get it.
Leith pulled down Harley's collar, allowing himself access to his collarbone. He sunk his teeth in, sucking on the soft pale skin. His thumbs gently grazed over Harley's nipples, a soft grunt forcing its way out of his mouth in the process. Leith started circling the hard buds, dedicated to drawing out every noise he could from Sawyer.
"You- *hah-* I never, never would've thought Leith Pierre would be the one to.." He trailed off, uncertainty in his gaze as he tried to think of any coherent words, "er, participate in this sort of thing. With a man at least."
Pierre only hummed in response, his fingers still working with Harley's nips while suckling a new bruise on Harley's neck. The scientist winced at the sensation, but grew into making soft moans and grunts.
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However, despite not wanting the sensations to end; Harley's hands firmly gripped the man's wrists, and forcefully set them to the side. Harley pushed himself off the desk and moved Leith to the side all in one move as he strode for the door.
"Wha- hey where do you think you're going?" Leith barked, his expression completely dumbfounded by the move.
Harley simply looked back at him, a sly grin on his face as the door lock made a *click.*
The panic washed away from Leith's face almost instantly, a too audible sigh of relief coming from him. Harley couldn't help but let himself laugh a bit from the reaction.
"You didn't think I'd leave did you?" The scientist mused, a cocky smile sneaking its way into his expression. Although through his confident demeanor, unease still lingered at the back of his throat, squeezing his throat to force any words out. He'd never gotten this far with a man; not that he opposed it, but it was very new and... different.
Though, in the name of science and arousal, he wanted to find out anyway.
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Before Leith even had a chance to respond to him, Harley strode towards the bumbling man, quickly taking his tie in his grip, forcing the man to look up at him.
"Oh Leith, I've been here for months now, surely you should know by now I like to finish my work..." He tightened his grip on Leith's tie, smiling devilishly, "and my my do I have some work to do..." The scientist purred, further stirring on the man below him.
"I'm going to need to do a little testing before we proceed, understood?"
This little humiliation ritual was visually starting to get to Leith. A small part of his ego being crushed by the man standing inbetween his legs. Although, Harley couldn't deduce Leith *wasn't* into it. Some of his past partners had been into that sort of thing, which Harley always got a kick out of. He couldn't hide the small smile on his face when Leith looked up at him the way he did, it was akin to a puppy.
"How utterly *pathetic* the man of Innovation this easily brought to his knees to someone below his status? Quite intriguing I must say."
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He'd never admit to him that this was his first experience with a man. He had always wondered about it, but alas, he found it easier to exchange one night stands with women.
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Sorry for not finishing this gang 💔 But hope you enjoy my notes LMAO literally everything in my notes is on here
Hey would y'all be interested in reading an unfinished harleith fic I gave up on?? I am 100% not finishing it but I got a chunk of it done and I kinda dont want it going to waste lol
