63. “You’re staring again.” with Tobirama and Kisame? I feel they have a lot of unconsidered potential!
okay yes HI PAIRING I DID NO KNOW I NEEDED WTF
“You're staring again,” Tobiramasays coolly, not looking up from his paperwork.
The interview candidate chuckles,though he looks faintly abashed to have been caught. “It’s not every day I meetsomeone with five doctorates,” he says cheerfully. “Or someone as handsome asyou.”
Tobirama’s pen stops mid-word,and he tries to resist the urge to look up, but can't. Kisame grins back athim, for all the world like he doesn’t have two doctorates in biology of hisown. And he’s big—Tobirama has seencareer sailors who don’t have nearly the muscle he does.
He’d be lying through his teethif he said he hadn’t stared as well, though he at least managed to do it alittle more covertly.
Taking a breath, he weighs hisoptions for half a second before he sets his paperwork aside, sliding his glassesoff and folding them carefully. “Your paperwork is all in order,” he says,perfectly professional even as he stands, stepping around his chair to puthimself between Kisame and the front of the heavy wooden desk. “And I amentirely certain we won't find another candidate as suited to the position asyou are. I believe you can consider the job yours.”
Kisame's eyes are sharp, and he’srelaxed in his chair, looking up at Tobirama with a gaze that drags over everyinch of him with an almost tangible weight. “We haven’t even discussed perksyet,” he points out, and his smile has teeth.
Tobirama’s breath catches in histhroat at the sight of it. He braces his hands on the edge of the desk, leaningback slightly until the lines of his suit are showing off his swimmer’s buildto his best advantage, and smirks in return.
“The job is yours,” he saysdismissively, and reaches up, sliding the top button of his shirt free. “Allthe information on salary is in your packet. And if you wish to fuck me over mydesk, we can call that a signing bonus.”
Kisame laughs, low and heady,and stands. He plants his hands on the wood on either side of Tobirama, leaningover him, and Tobirama has to tilt his head back to meet his eyes.
“Just a one-time thing?” he asks,rough enough to send a shiver down Tobirama’s spine.
Tobirama lets his eyes slidedown Kisame’s body to linger deliberately on the growing bulge in his slacks,and then glances up with a smirk. “If your performance is satisfactory, we candiscuss other arrangements.”
With a chuckle, Kisame tilts Tobirama’schin up, and his eyes are bright and hot. “I'm always happy to do overtime,” hesays, and his kiss is enough to wipe everything but the wild surge of desirefrom Tobirama’s thoughts.
