Surveillance

Title: Surveillance
Author: Lil Boof
Genera: Witch Hunter Robin
Rating R
Disclaimer: I own nothing here, No profit, no harm
Notes: Contains Yaoi (Michael x Haruto)
Michael x Haruto, PWP smut. So what happens when everyone goes home and Michael is left alone in the STN-J? And can you ever be alone when the camera is always watching?

Authors Note: This is unbetaed because I had to get it out of my system, so C&C is appreciated. If anyone knows of where I can find more WHR yaoi please tell me, and if you liked this please check out Loaded Guns
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\"Kosaka\'s not in his office again?\" Haruto asked as he plunked down in front of his terminal. He\'d run out to get coffee and noticed that the lights were dimmer now then when he\'d left. Everyone was gone except Michael. \'Strange,\' he thought since there was so much to do.

\"Kosaka\'s been gone for hours, where have you been?\" Michael said sarcastically, the center of his own amusement as usual.

Haruto spun in his chair and stared at the office \"What about Miss Karasuma?\" He asked.

\"She went home.\" Michael replied quickly.

\"What!\" Haruto exploded \"Your kidding me, we have so much work left. Who\'s going to finish it?\"

\"She went home to sleep, besides you\'ve been working for hours, you should have finished by now.\"

\"What time is it?\" Haruto wonderedhimshimself.

\"It\'s 2:50\" Michael answered for him

\"Shit.\" Haruto spat.

Michael rolled his eyes \"Well, what the hell have you been doing all this time?\"

\"Nothing but working\" Haruto said with a yawn and sipped his coffee.

\"You shouldn\'t lie, I can find out you know?\" Michael boasted \"Besides you didn\'t even bring me back p ofp of coffee.\"

\"Don\'t be such an arrogant bastard, it\'s none of your business.\" Haruto said as he leaned back and offered Michael his cup.

Michael reached out and found the cup , his eyes never left the screen. He had that kind of peripheral vision that only true computer junkies can develop, it was the same as the sixth sense that let him know when you were hovering over his shoulder. A few more clicks and he had accessed Haruto\'s desktop. \"You weren\'t!\" He laughed \"Don\'t you know that it\'s easy to find out what people are doing on their computers at work? \"

\"It\'s not a big deal.\" Haruto took back his cup, annoyed.

\"Here\'s some advice. If you\'re going to look at dirty pictures do it at home.\"

\"What about you? You can\'t tell me that you\'re always working when you\'re sitting there.\"

\"Well no,\" Michael shot Haruto a sly, smug look from behind his amber glasses \", but I know how to cover it up.\"

\"Then why are you bugging out about me? You\'re the only one who is ever going to look at other people\'s information.\" Haruto paused to think about that \"Hey! You can just hide it when I\'m done.\"

\"Gee that sounds like a great job, Not only am I the STN-J\'s Bitch, now I\'m your garbage man too. I don\'t think so.\" He smiled.

\"So umm about that.\" Haruto hesitated \"I bet you never get permission to go date huh? \"

\"No, I don\'t have a social life.\" He scolded, because Haruto really should have know better than to bring it up.

But he did anyway. \"So then, what, what do you do?\"

\"Huh?\" Michael played stupid, desperately trying to avoid the topic.

\"You look at porn right, what happens after? I mean it\'s not like you can type with one hand, not here anyway, there are cameras on you all the time.\"

\"Like I forgot.\" Michael stuck his hand out for Haruto\'s coffee. \"You\'d be surprised how resourceful a man in need can be.\" This time he turned his head and winked as he took the cup to his lips.

\"Get out of here, you would not.\" Haruto challenged.

\"I would and I do,\" Michael stretched his lean arms over his head and then held up two fingers \"at least twice a day.\"

Haruto laughed \"You\'re a liar. I mean it\'s ok man but don\'t lie about it.\"

\"I\'m not lying, the camera can\'t see what I\'m doing behind my desk, and yes I can type with one hand.\"

\"You are so full of shit.\" Haruto stood up \"Where is the monitor? There is a terminal in Kosaka\'s office right. Twenty bucks says I can spot you.\"

\"Are you insane?\" Michael\'s voice went up an octave.

\"Buzz me in the office...twenty bucks!\"

\"Thirty!\" Michael demanded.

\"You\'re on!\" Haruto was around the corner before Michael could say he was just kidding about the thirty. \"Buzz me in.\" Haruto called out.

\"This is sick you know?\" Michael called back. Why did Haruto seem so excited about this? Was it some kind of competitive mentality that he did not seem to understand? \"I am not going to just so you can watch!\"

\"Don\'t be a baby, and you can\'t welch out. A bet is a bet and you are about to be busted.\"

\'Yeah\' he thought, Haruto was just an extremely boarded hunter trying to put off his paper work with this fraternity game. \"Fine, but if you tell anyone I\'m e-mailing your porn cache right to headquarters.\"

Haruto paused \"Michael you\'re a real pal.\"

Michael overrode the locking passwords and Haruto settled down in Kosaka\'s armchair. He flipped on the monitor connected to the camera that was stationary on Michael\'s desk at all times. He could see Michael talking to himself, probably cursing his name.

\"What the hell was I thinking...I could have easily pushed him to fifty bucks.\" Michael punched up a pay-porn site and quickly hacked into the movie of the week. It was a cheesy Anime about Lesbians; at least the night would not be a total waste. He slipped in his ear plugs and turned up the music. Soon he forgot about the camera that was fixed on him. That was how he lived his life, with his every movement monitored. Just because Haruto was watching didn\'t make it any different from any other time- somebody was always watching.
Or did it?
This time Haruto knew what he was doing under that desk. He began to breathe a little quicker but it had nothing to do with the two women on the screen. His mind raced, the false sense of security that he had built up in his mind was beginning to slip. But he needed it; he needed to know that at least some parts of his world were private in order to survive this place. Even if it was only under his desk.

On the other hand if Haruto could see him better to find out now than die of embarrassment when Kosaka discovered it.Like that dope ever would, still, he decided that Haruto was probably doing him a favor. All be it a strange one. He turned his head just to scan the room and make sure that no one was around then he focused his attention back on the tasty image of two curvy women doing ridiculously dirty things to each other. The one with long blond hair was flat on he back moaning, while all that was visible of the other woman was the top of her Blue hair.

Haruto sat staring at the monitor, bored. \"He\'s not going to do it.e sae said to himself. \"He\'s going to do nothing and then say that he did it. Then he\'s going to take my money because I didn\'t see anything.\" He smiled and then laughed. \"Note to self...never make a bet with a scary genius.\"

But that logic had not occurred to Michael. He began to relax and felt the urge to get this experiment over with. He lent close to the screen and slipped one hand under the desk, which set in motion a series of well-calculated actions. He reached down his leg as if to scratch it and undid his zipped on the way down. On the way up, he let his hand rest in his lap while he deftly undid the button.

In Kosaka\'s office, Haruto noticed the way Michael had looked over his shoulder \"What kind of sense does that make? \" He thought. Then he considered it and decided that he would do the same, just to be sure, even if he knew that someone was watching. It was then that it occurred to him that maybe he had taken this game too far. How would he feel if someone bet him to jerk off while they watched on camera? \"What the hell was I thinking!\" He pushed off the desk but just as he was about to turn off the monitor he saw Michael lean forward. \"Wha...\" He trailed off. Then Michael glanced at the camera. Haruto looked away instantly, though he didn\'t know why that look should embarrass him. It was like Michael was looking at him, not the other way around.

Michael\'s left shoulder dropped slightly. It was nothing anyone would notice, not unless they knew what they were looking for, like Haruto. He shifted his eyesthe the camera when he thought of the other boy in the room watching him. It was quick, not even a second, and he was sure it didn\'t mean anything. He focused on the screen and tapped the keys in a random pattern with his other hand. After a few moments that pattern became a rhythm, it had a beat and a pulse that followed Michael\'s own movement. The sound of the keys took the place of the cries that he could never express. Soon they were a tense drum roll as he tighten his grip and pumped in quick short strokes. His eyes closed behind his glasses and he sucked in his lip to keep from crying out. He had never had to do such things before and he wondered why this time was so damn intense for him. Why did it feel so good and so wrong at the same time? Suddenly the phrase \'I\'m being watched\' popped into his head. Like calling out the wrong lovers\' name, he could not control it. In his weakest moment his subconscious found that thing in his mind that would give him the most pleasure. \'He\'s watching me!\' He shuddered the words through clenched teeth as he came in to the napkin he had slipped over his leg.
Michael closed his eyes, his shoulders rose and fell noticeably as he took short slow breaths in through his nose. \'Idiot\' He thought, sure that he had put himself in an unfixable situation. And for what? Thirty bucks? \'No.\'

Haruto stood frozen in front of the monitor. Michael appeared to do nothing, but he knew. He knew what his hand was doing under that desk. Or at least he imagined he did. In his mind he saw Michael\'s fingers working fast, just like he did over the keys. He would know just what to do with out evening thinking about it, which was how he imagined Michael, effective, precise with no bull shit.
Haruto hadn\'t realized that he was sucking on his own lip until he saw Michael do it on the screen. His eyes went wide. Was that it? Had Michael just cum in front of him...for him? \'Oh my God\' he panicked and then he felt down his body, too afraid to look. His slow hand felt down his body and covered the erection that strained against his jeans. \'I\'m attracted to Michael?\' he questioned in his head, but it was a question that he had known the answer to for some time. It was why he often stayed late. Because he knew Michael would always be around to talk to. It was also the reason he got over worked and bet Michael money to do such a humiliating thing. Yeah, he was attracted to Michael but now he wondered if he cared for him. He felt ashamed in a way that made him want to leave the room and not come back. But he couldn\'t, not yet.

After a while Haruto emerged from the office, his eyes low. He could not look Michael in the eye and he felt even worse for it. There was a horribly awkward silence, the kind of silence one would expect after betting your friend to masturbate in front of you for money and for no apparent reason. Haruto walked to his chair because he couldn\'t think of any reason to stay anymore. He put on his jacket as he walked behind Michael, who was also silent and still, and placed the money on the desk \"You were right...I\'m sorry.\"

Michael looked up and saw the look in Haruto\'s eyes. He looked so young, not like someone who should be putting his life on the line to hunt witches; he looked like a kid who was unsure of what he was doing.

\"I gotta go catch some sleep.\" Haruto tried to shrug it off, just a stupid thing boys do.

Michael smiled back weakly \"Sounds good.\"

Haruto walked out leaving Michael to figure out just what that was all about. It didn\'t take him long to figure out that he could tap into the cameras in Kosaka\'s office. After all this was the STN-J, everyone is watched.