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I’ll Be Your Deity - Chapter 8: Revelations

Word Count: 1620

Pairing: Handsome Jack/Rhys

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Even though he had left at five, he managed to wander around Helios long enough to not get home until nearly after nine. Too much ran through his brain as he tried to decipher the complex feelings he held towards both the men in his life.

Yet as he stepped into the familiar comfort of his shared apartment, his mind only repeated one thing. The file. He had seen it and figured it was the usual nonsense Jack dropped on his desk. It had been living in his bag for the past few weeks, completely forgotten about until now.

The folder was blank on the outside, betraying nothing of the layers of papers on the inside. Upon flipping the cover, he saw it was a file on Andy. He flicked the folder shut again and sighed. Of course that was what this was about. He knew Hyperion kept files on all employees with comprehensive background checks and employment records. Rhys felt ridiculous for entertaining Jacks tantrums as he flicked it back open.

What started as a simple curiosity, devolved quickly when he saw something horribly familiar on the third page. Rhys had never asked what exactly had happened to get Andy the promotion that got him out of data mining, but always assumed it had to be something impressive.

The schematic attached was of a grenade, something simple really but innovative compared to the previous generation. It had an option to switch between long shot and bouncing, allowing for complete control in the field. Rhys felt a wave of nausea as his vision filled with tears and a half hysterical laugh burst from his mouth. As he began to flick through the other schematics, it only worsened. By the end of the employment history, he was nearly in hysterics.

Several of the schematics, including the grenade that earned Andy his promotion, were Rhys’ design. He could still see the small symbol he drew in the corners of his schematics for his personal filing system. They were meant to mark how happy he was with the design and each of the schematics were marked with the same one, a simple circuit he only drew on his favorites. Tears were free flowing now as he thought back to the night he ran into Andy at the bar. Hell, the man had mentioned the damn grenade he had ‘helped design’ as he had put it.

Rhys couldn’t believe he had been too wrapped up in forgetting how Jack made him feel to notice the way Andy would sometimes ask about his old designs. Always just a little too curious and never wanting to share his own.

Rhys pushed down the pain and flipped to the next section, complaints against him from other employees. Several people complained about him snooping through desks and plagiarizing others code just a bit too closely. One, however, stuck out as a name he recognized.

Complainant: Geoffrey Evans

Subject: Plagiarism

About: Andrew Clarke

Evans claims that Clarke befriended and eventually entered into a relationship with him in order to get close to the designs Evans had been reviewing on for a colleague. Evans claims that upon confrontation of his suspicions, Clarke got violent with him and threatened to use deadly force in order to keep his silence.

Outcome: Complainant withdrew complaint and left the department, follow ups have been ignored and any attempt to locate complainant has failed. Case dismissed due to lack of evidence.

Rhys felt bile rise in his throat as he ran to the sink. As he emptied his stomach into it, he barely processed the contents of the complaint. His mind tried to come up with alternate solutions, anything other than what those unfeeling documents claimed. There had to be an answer that wasn’t what it claimed. Andy was a good person after all and had only ever been kind to him.

He heard Vaughn’s bedroom door opened and he realized he had been looking through the folder for hours. He was nearly an hour late to work and Vaughn was getting ready to leave for his day, but he couldn’t find himself caring as he threw himself into the arms of his best friend.

“Dude, what’s up? What’s going on?” Vaughn seemed shocked at the contact, but still held him. It was an awkward embrace, the height difference between the two meaning that Rhys had to bend more than was comfortable. Rhys waited until his coherency returned before attempting to speak.

“Andy took my designs.” The words came out rough after the crying and throwing up, but Vaughn still understood enough to be appropriately shocked.

“What are you going to do?” Vaughn guided him back to the couch, sitting him down before fixing his clothes where Rhys had been draped over him. Rhys let out a long sigh before leaning back against the couch. Truthfully, he had no idea.

“Talk to him, I guess. Maybe there is an explanation?” He tried weakly. He could see that Vaughn didn’t like that answer but as his friend’s echo went off, he grimaced as he realized he would be late.

“Go, go. Don’t worry about me right now. I’ll be okay.” Rhys reassured him as he waved him out the door. Vaughn didn’t seem convinced but didn’t argue as he left with a promise to talk later. Rhys had sent out a quick message to Andy and then, simply waited.

-

Andy had taken about an hour to arrive, which made sense considering he was supposed to be working. Rhys couldn’t help but wonder what he actually did all day as the work that got him the job wasn’t his. He pushed that thought away as he let Andy in, the folder still sitting out on the coffee table.

“What did you want to talk about, babe?” The syrupy sweetness of his voice made Rhys’ skin itch as he settled back down on the couch next to Andy. It was difficult to ask outright if Andy had stolen his work, so instead he chose a work around.

“I’ve come across something that concerns me. What happened to Geoffrey Evans?” Rhys watched as panic briefly flashed across Andy’s face, gone as fast as it came.

“I don’t know what you were told. He was a liar and he manipulated situations in ways that made him look good. He was not a great guy.” Andy spoke as if he couldn’t get the words out fast enough, reaching forward to take Rhys’ hands in his own. Rhys, however, flinched away at the sudden movement.

“Did you know whose schematics he was looking over?” Rhys’ heard the shake in his voice but kept going. “Did you know whose designs you stole?”

“Stole? Babe! I would never. Geoffrey is a liar and he was stealing shit from everyone, even me.” Andy tried to reach forward, but Rhys wouldn’t allow it as he pulled the grenade schematic from the folder. Every denial that came from the man made Rhys more and more angry as he thought back to the hundreds of hours of personal time he had used to design the damn thing.

“It was mine.” That seemed to shut Andy up as he froze in place, the offending document now in view. “In fact, a lot of these in your file are mine. Ones I only ever showed Geoffrey to have him show his boss.”

It happened quickly starting off quiet as Andy merely regarded the paper that Rhys held. Then, he was grabbing onto Rhys’ non-cybernetic arm and squeezing hard. Rhys tried to push him off weakly, not really wanting to hurt Andy, but panic was rising fast and his brain began to short-circuit.

“This is Jack. That’s what this is. I bet he gave that to you, huh?” Andy laughed darkly as he pulled Rhys closer, his body and mind frozen in panic.

“That doesn’t matter.” Rhys tried weakly, but Andy’s other hand came up to his neck. The usual pleasure he felt when Jack held him by the throat was gone and only fear was in its place now.

“Oh! How rich!” Andy squeezed his hand, cutting off Rhys’ air. “You wouldn’t do anything with me, but our boss? You’ll bend over desks for him it seems. I forgave you. Every time you ran off to sleep with the amazing Handsome Jack. Now it’s your turn to forgive.”

Rhys finally got his brain to work as he used his cybernetic hand to rip Andy’s hands off of him. Andy seemed surprised, but recovered quickly as he grabbed the arm, working his fingers beneath the plates to disconnect random wires with his fingertips. Pain flashed through Rhys as he managed to hit the right wire, rendering his arm and eye useless.  

Andy was rambling about forgiveness as Rhys looked around the room in fear, hoping for anything nearby to be useful. He was used to Jack’s manic episodes and anger. He never panicked like this during those, it was only just about controlling where the chaos landed when it did. This, however? Completely unfamiliar territory.

Rhys mind finally checked out as his eyes refused to focus on the quickly deteriorating man in front of him. His thoughts drifted to moments with Jack again, the ones he guilted himself over for hours. He never noticed his echo come back online when Andy moved his hand or when there was a quick spray of liquid across his face. He didn’t even register when someone began talking to him. It wasn’t until the familiar warmth of two hands cupping his face brought him back to the present.

Handsome Jack was standing in front of him with Andy’s lifeless body shoved to the side.

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Update: Piece by Piece

Working on a new chapter for Piece by Piece now. Will need to re-work some previous chapters as I’m not happy with them. Will release any updated/new chapters as soon as I have them done :) 

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I’ll Be Your Deity - Chapter 7: A Reminder

Word Count: 851

Pairing: Handsome Jack/Rhys

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Rhys woke up feeling suffocated in warmth and blankets. It took him several blinks and a reset of his systems to realize he was pressed up against somebody. His skin felt sticky and sweaty wherever they touched and the closeness made Rhys’ head ache with annoyance.

“Babe, you’re awake.” Andy’s voice made him jump as he flushed with shame at his initial annoyance. Of course, it was Andy, they had spent the last several nights together. He pressed a soft kiss to his boyfriend’s face before he stood to shower and get ready for his day.

“I’m going to shower. Do you need anything before you leave?” Andy frowned at the polite tone Rhys’ had taken. He never liked when Rhys dropped into what he called his ‘assistant mode’.

“Let me shower with you, babe.” Andy grinned up at Rhys as he moved to the edge of the bed, grabbing his hand as he did. Rhys pushed down his irritation at the offer, reminding himself how ridiculous it was for him to be upset about it.

“I can’t this morning. Big meeting.” It was a lie, a bad one even as Andy knew his schedule pretty well. Andy, however, didn’t say anything and instead just nodded. Rhys was in the bathroom before he could dwell on the moment.

As the shower ran, he couldn’t help but feel guilt for the way he had been acting. In the weeks since they had begun dating, Andy was nothing but kind and doting. At first it was thrilling, to be cared for and praised. Yet now, he found himself getting annoyed and frustrated with the relationship.

Some sick part of his mind said it was the lack of conflict, lack of a challenge. He ignored that part. Instead, he focused on work and tried to throw himself back into the flow of his day. He even picked up designing again after he realized he had no real hobbies.

Still, as he went about his morning and grabbed his coffee as well as Jack’s, he couldn’t help but dwell on how mundane things had been.

-

Any annoyance Rhys had in the mundanity of his day was gone as he watched Jack erratically pace around the office, mumbling about various things. He had broken his monitor and keyboard early in the morning, before Rhys had even finished his coffee.

“Rhys.” Jack called for him, but Rhys tuned him out. He had answered so many meaningless questions that morning that any more would make his brain explode. Jack seemed to been having entire conversations with himself for the last hour, not even noticing Rhys ignoring every time he called for him. This time, however, seemed it would be different.

“Rhys.” This time his voice was soft and coming from right beside him. Rhys suppressed the urge to jump as Jack leaned over his shoulder, the closeness making his head whirl. Jack merely smirked and traced his fingertips over the dents on the edge of Rhys’ desk.

“I remember when you made these. You were so pretty. So pretty.” Jack mumbled as he buried his face into his neck. The coldness of the metal snaps that held on Jack’s mask made Rhys flinch, but it wasn’t enough to pull him from the fog that had taken over his mind. Jack continued to trace the dents as his other hand came around to trace Rhys’ thigh as if to be closer to him in any way possible. The sensation almost made Rhys roll his eyes back in his head, but he carefully held onto what little dignity he had left.

Jack seemed manic as he continued to hold Rhys there and Rhys felt his resolve weakening as he did. It was hard not to melt into his touch, wanting to feel the touch of his hands moving across his skin again. The soft whimper that came out of him at the idea did nothing for that small speck of dignity.

“Why haven’t you touched the folder I left on your desk?” The question managed to break through the fog of arousal and want in his brain. Of course, it was never something simple as wanting to be close. Rhys chided himself for even thinking it could be something so docile. It was always about proving something.

“I didn’t think it was important.” Rhys mumbled as he continued to work on the design he had been drafting. It was simple, mostly updating the current grenades that the military teams used. Grenades had always been his specialty.

“I hate when you mumble, Rhys.” Jack straightened and seemed more back to his old self, but the use of his name caught Rhys off-guard. He had been getting used to the pet names Jack had been giving him. Jack walked back to his desk, seemingly done with whatever conversation had taken place. He didn’t speak again until the end of the night, when Rhys went to go home.

“Read the file, Rhys. I don’t give you things for no reason.” Was all he said before Rhys let the door shut behind him.

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Being a “crunchy” parent is apparently a thing on tiktok right now and sometimes it makes me sad because there are some things that I did as a kid on them. My mom wasn’t a crunchy parent. We were poor. I’m happy that others don’t have to experience the pain and struggle and can choose to have any kind of lifestyle they want but when I was a kid? I just wanted the pain to stop. I wanted bills to be paid. I wanted to be normal. Sometimes it makes me sad remember those days.

Sorry just something I’ve been thinking about.

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Not me deleting sims 4 off my computer so I can put sims 3 back. I just like sims 3 better 😌

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Sundays may have to be my day off of writing as I’ve been spaced out staring at a blank page for 2 hours now. Might have to resume on Monday. :D 

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I’ll Be Your Deity - Chap. 6: It Matters

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Tap

Tap

Tap

Tap

Tap. The soft noise seemed like a gun going off in his head as Jack sat at his desk. Rhys had long since gone and Jack hadn’t found the willpower to move. Something was off lately. His cereal this morning was bland, and his coffee seemed stale even though he watched the machine pour it fresh. He tried not to think about the splatter mess he had made when that cup had hit the machine.

Everything should be perfect. Sales were up and projections looked amazing for the future. They had shot past the expectations for the year. That intern was still flitting about and was talking significantly less. Yet still, something was wrong.

Jack groaned and leaned back against his chair, his hand falling to his desk. The system jumped up in response to the touch, pulling up the last thing he had been looking at. It was a surveillance feed from the apartment sector. He remembered calling it up that morning, curious as to what his assistant had done instead of coming when he called.

He got a harsh reminder as it played, showing Rhys’ lithe body pressed against someone else’s. That irrational anger came back up as he watched. It was just wrong; Rhys should have known better. He should have known better than to go entangle himself with those power-hungry developers.

You should have known better.

Jack pushed the thought away and set his jaw, pulling up the profile for the person Rhys had found to entertain himself. As he read through the reports on him, he found an interest one. Then three more just like it. Then, his screen was full of reports all saying the same thing about the developer that had captured his pet’s attention.

He printed them out and searched through his desk for one of the empty folders he had seen at the bottom of one of the drawers. It didn’t take long to shove the papers in and then softly set it on Rhys’ desk.

Something about the action made him feel better, giving him the willpower to walk the short distance back to his penthouse. The little cleaning robot had cleaned up his coffee mess, but he could still see the shattered cup in the trash.

The idea of calling back the intern flitted across his mind, and he found himself sending out the echo before he really thought it through. It never took Connor long to find his way up to Jack whenever he called, yet he wished it had taken longer. Wished it had been accompanied by an annoyed sigh yet a genuine smile.

“Did you need something, sir?” Connor asked quietly as Jack moved to sit on the couch. It overlooked a viewing window, the glass being the only thing separating them from the vast darkness of space outside. He motioned for Connor, the intern not taking more than a second to curl up next to him. Lips found his jaw and slow hands grasped at the edge of his jacket.

Wrong

The thought was pushed away as Jack moved to push Connor’s head back and attach his lips to the soft expanse of his neck. He didn’t take long in undoing the buttons of his shirt, pushing it off eagerly to see the intricately inked blue that covered his chest and arms. Except it wasn’t there.

Because Connor isn’t Rhys.

Anger flared through Jack as he pulled away from Connor harshly. His hand found itself pushing through his own hair as he stood, pacing in front of the couch.

“Go. I can’t do this right now.” Jack was quiet, his voice near deadly as he pointed to the door. Connor didn’t leave right away, instead slowly buttoning up his shirt as he watched Jack pace.

“Are you sure? Do you wanna talk about it?” Connor’s eyes were full of concern and Jack realized that the intern cared for him. God, this was so wrong. How could he have messed this up so bad? Why does it matter?

“Go! What part of that do you not get? We are not a thing!” Jack yelled as Connor stood, taking a few steps towards him.

“I know that, but you can still talk to me.” Connor had his hand on Jack’s arm. The anger only continued to build as a few realizations came faster than he had time to process them.

“Get out before I shoot you.” Jack watched as Connor finally got it, leaving the room without another word. His brain only kept repeating that he wasn’t Rhys. He didn’t understand why it mattered. It never mattered before. Before was easy, he had whatever or whoever he wanted. Why was this happening?

Why does he matter?

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I’ll Be Your Deity - Chap. 5: One Of Many

Guilt began to set in after the third time it had happened. After every date with Andy, Rhys found himself being called back into the office and in the lap of Jack. Each time he found himself lost in the soft touches and the way the cold of the metal desk bit into his skin, only to find himself unable to sleep at night.

Now, as he sat across the table from Andy, Rhys found it harder and harder to pay any attention. Andy had been talking about something he had been developing, a new camera system to help with security. Rhys found himself nodding silently as he spun a noodle with his fork.

“You’re awfully quiet today. Usually you have way more questions.” Andy’s voice managed to break through the fog that had wrapped itself around Rhys’ mind. Andy had that look on his face again, always so concerned.

“Just a lot to deal with at work.” Rhys felt bad for not talking about the issue, yet he couldn’t bring himself to say anything. He heard the soft ding of his echo alerting him to a message, but he ignored it. Instead, he sat back and smiled at Andy.

“Do you want to come over?” Rhys asked. His only response was a grin as Andy slid out of the booth.

-

The elevator ride the next day was quiet, not even the usual announcement of his arrival as he stepped into the office. Jack was lounging at his desk, watching something on the screen in front of him. Yet, something was off.

As Rhys began to set up for his day, he heard Jack muttering something and chose to ignore it. The man often talked to himself and sometimes Rhys wondered if he just liked the sound of his own voice. It wasn’t until nearly half an hour after his arrival that Jack finally spoke up.

“You ignored my messages last night.” The tone was calm, yet there was that thing again that Rhys just couldn’t place. It made Rhys uneasy.

“I was busy.” The answer was short and Rhys hoped that Jack would be reasonable just once. It seems he just couldn’t get that lucky.

“That hasn’t stopped you before. What if it was an emergency?” Jack spoke with a fake concern lacing the words. It was something that never failed to irk him.

Rhys chose to ignore his boss, instead focusing on the making the schedules for the next few weeks. For a moment, everything seemed absolutely fine.

“You can’t just ignore me.” Jack was staring now, as if he could pry the words from Rhys with his eyes. Some part of his mind thought that maybe Jack could, as ignoring him seemed to be getting harder and harder the longer it went on.

“I owe it to Andy to give him a chance. You will find someone else to entertain you.” The words felt harsh and Rhys found himself regretting them as Jack locked his jaw and leaned back. Still, he couldn’t allow himself to be ignorant of the truth. To Jack, Rhys was simply one of many.

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I’ll Be Your Deity - Chap. 4: Dates & Interruptions

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For the first time in what felt like days, Rhys got some work done. As he combed through reports and contracts, he softly hummed to himself. The intern, Connor, had finally stopped showing up and throwing himself at Jack. Overall, it had been a good day.

Maybe he should have known better than to think that though.

Everything seemed to happen at once, starting with Rhys getting a message from Andy. He had been confirming their date for later that night. Then, Jack made a noise that sounded a lot like a growl before managing to be next to Rhys in an instant. Rhys nearly choked on his coffee.

“Jack, what the hell?” Rhys squeaked out as he coughed and set the cup down. He hadn’t done anything intentional to piss off his boss, leaving him with whiplash from his quick change of moods.

“You have a date?” Jack asked through gritted teeth. Rhys sat confused for a moment before the anger and realization set in.

“You’re spying on my messages?” Rhys was nearly yelling, or at least as close as he dared to get. Jack let out a scoff and spun Rhys’ chair around to face him.

“Duh. You can’t go on a date. You’ve got work.” Jack was inches away at this point, his face unreadable. Rhys couldn’t help the spark of annoyance. Lately so much of his time was taken up by Jack’s habits. It was only the day before that he ended up spending three hours finding a new secretary after Jack threw a fit and scared off the last one. He barely saw Vaughn or Yvette anymore and he hated it.

“I’m off at five, you know this. I’ve spent too much time in this office already this week.” Rhys went to turn back to his monitor, but found himself unable to as Jack pulled the chair away from the desk.

“Come on, you weren’t saying that the other day Rhysie.” Jack’s voice was low as he leaned close to Rhys’ ear. The memory sparked back another twinge of anger as Rhys remembered how Connor had been all over Jack. Rhys felt that spark of wanting to cause pain to the useless intern again, but it stamped out quickly. Something about Jack simply brought out the worst in him.

“Yes, you wanted to prove a point to your plaything. Very cute. I have work to do.” Rhys finally managed to wrestle the chair away from Jack’s grip and turn back to his work, leaving the older man staring at him with barely concealed anger behind his eyes.

“He only wants you because of your proximity to me.” Jack grumbled out before stalking back to his desk. Rhys ignored it, yet something in the back of his mind agreed regardless of how much he tried to tune it out.

-

The restaurant was quiet, only the soft clinking of silverware and murmurs of conversation being heard. It wasn’t the most high-class place on the space station, but it was still rather nice. Andy was sitting across from him as Rhys listened to him talk about his day.

“Oh god, I’ve been going on so long. We should talk about you! What’s it like working for Handsome Jack?” Andy’s cheery attitude was contagious, yet part of Rhys’ mind drifted back to the words Jack had said earlier.

He only wants you because of your proximity to me.

It irked Rhys that he still was thinking of Jack as he was on a date with someone else, but some part of his mind always thought of his boss it seemed. He smiled at Andy and tried to come up with an answer that would move them to a different topic, but as he began to speak he heard the soft beeping of his ECHO.

“I’m sorry, I have to get this.” He pulled up his messages to see several unread messages from Jack. All along the same lines.

Rhysie, come to the office.

Rhysie, now.

Rhys, end your date and get over here.

Now.

“I assume it’s your boss from the look on your face. It’s alright, go if you need to. I understand.” Andy was so kind as he spoke, setting his hand on Rhys’ hand to rub soft circles onto the skin. Rhys gave him a half-hearted sorry and kissed him on the cheek before beginning his walk back to Jack’s office. He knew it was unfair to Andy, but something pulled him back to that office.

Upon walking through the door, he found Jack sitting behind his desk. He was staring at a monitor before him and Rhys realized it was a security feed. From his date. Anger coursed through him as he realized Jack had been watching the whole date, but it was quickly dashed when Jack finally spoke.

“You kissed him.” Something about Jack’s voice cracked some small part of Rhys’ heart as he walked up to the desk. The screen was frozen on the moment Rhys’ lips had touched Andy’s cheek, as if Jack had been staring at it the whole time.

“It was a date. What does it matter?” Rhys was mumbling, something Jack usually hated and would yell at him about, but instead he got almost no reaction.

“It doesn’t.” Jack turned to him then, taking in his relaxed appearance. Rhys had gone with a simple pants and dress shirt combo for the date, the black shirt being unbuttoned at the top to show a peek of the blue tattoo that covered almost half his chest. He shivered as Jack continued to look over his entire body.

“It doesn’t matter.” Jack spoke, more to himself than Rhys. He took Rhys’ arm and pulled him forward, crashing their lips together with a bone crushing force. Rhys felt his resolve melting as he was pulled to sit on Jack’s lap, his body singing with pleasure in response.

“You don’t matter.” Jack spoke again before his lips made their way down Rhys’ neck, reveling in the way Rhys sighed at the contact. Rhys felt shaky hands unbutton the shirt, as if hesitant to touch him. Rhys pulled Jack’s face back up to his, sealing their lips together in a kiss. As they both rushed to get their clothes off, they found themselves doubted Jack’s previous words. If only for a moment.

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I’ll Be Your Deity - Chap. 3: Chance Encounters

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The rest of the week passed uneventfully, with Rhys quietly doing his job and Jack shutting him out per usual. It stung a bit, at first, but Rhys knew better than to allow himself to invest too many emotions into it. He had been convenient, that was all.

Still, Rhys found himself fumbling for his nightstand every morning as his dreams were more vivid than ever. Though he almost regretted his usual morning escapades as he made the short walk from the elevator to Jack’s office door, coffee in hand, Almost.

The red light of the retinal scanner made him wince, but he froze when he heard the soft feminine voice of Helios.

Welcome Jack’s Pet.

Pet. Rhys felt his eye twitch at his boss’s latest amusement but decided instead to ignore it and walk to give Jack his morning coffee. That is until he got his second shock of the day. That intern from before, the one that Jack made him an example for, was sitting sprawled across Jack’s lap. That wasn’t really all that surprising, the man managed to find a new plaything all the time. Yet it was the fact that he had been dismissed, in preference for Rhys apparently, only to be brought back. That was not something that happened often.  

Rhys crossed the marble floor with quick steps and placed the cup down. He didn’t say good morning like usual, nor remind Jack of any upcoming meetings. Instead, he merely turned and walked over to his desk, trying to push everything from his mind as he went about his morning tasks.

“Why don’t you go get me that contract, hm?” Jack whispered to his little intern pet, Rhys cursing himself for using the same term that apparently Helios recognized him as. The intern slid from Jack’s lap and flounced out of the room, though not before giving a prideful smirk to Rhys as he passed. For a split second, Rhys wanted to bash the interns head into the desk.

“What’s your issue this morning, kitten? Didn’t like the new greeting?” Jack was giving him that predatory smile again, his canines gleaming in the light. Rhys hand shot up to the now faded mark where Jack had bitten him last week. Rhys rolled his eyes and tried to refocus on the work in front of him.

“I’m fine, sir.” Though even as he spoke, Rhys knew Jack wasn’t listening as he stood and crossed over to the younger man’s desk. He circled him a few times before settling behind Rhys’ chair, his hands finding the younger man’s hair. Rhys felt his eyes flutter shut as Jack began to rub slow circles on his scalp.

“What’s with that tone!” It was more of a statement than a question as Jack leaned down to brush his lips against the shell of Rhys’ ear. “I much preferred the way you sounded last week. You make begging sound good.”

Rhys rolled his shoulders and leaned forward, pulling away as much as he could in the small space. He pulled up the notes from the latest meeting and began to compile them on his tablet, trying to focus on anything except the way Jack just kept touching him.

“Your pet intern will be back soon.” Rhys heard the bitterness in his voice, but if Jack did then he didn’t say anything. Jack only let out a sigh and began to walk back to his desk, though not before Rhys caught his last comment.

“You make a much better pet.”

Rhys later learned the intern’s name was Connor.

-

The light of the bar was dim but as Rhys knocked back another of the cool shots, it felt all too bright. His workday had been filled with watching Connor do endless little mindless task for Jack, all while making that stupid face at him. It was like Connor worshipped him and of course Jack loved that. Rhys quickly pushed it out of his mind as he realized he often made the same face when talking to his boss. After all, how could he stop himself from worshipping the godlike man?

Rhys felt his head spin as he leaned back, stretching his arms out behind him until he felt someone bump into his hand.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry about that. Oh wait. I know you.” A voice spoke behind him. Rhys tensed as he waited to hear apologies. No one wanted to piss off the man who direct boss was Handsome Jack.

“You used to be a data miner right? We worked together. I’m Andy.” Rhys turned to see the cheery face that belonged to his old coworker. Andy had always been nice but he hadn’t ever really be friends with him. Now though, it seemed Andy had changed. He stood taller now, his blonde hair pushed back into a semi-decent bun. Rhys wasn’t sure when he’d let it grow out. His eyes were soft and kind, the grey irises watching him intently.

“Oh! Are you still in that position?” Rhys asked, feeling dumb. It had been two years, of course he wasn’t. No one stayed in data mining if they could help it.

“No, I actually am in R&D now. I got a promotion for helping design a new grenade. Pretty cool, right?” Andy took a seat next to him, closer than Rhys expected yet he enjoyed the company.

“So cool.” Rhys breathed out as he leaned into the comforting presence. Andy continued to talk about his job, small things that Rhys was too drunk to really care about.

“So, would you like to go do something together sometime? Like a date?” Andy’s cheeks were pink and Rhys felt his own face flush as he considered the proposal.

“I, uh.” Rhys stopped himself and looked at Andy again. There was some small part of Rhys brain that told him he didn’t want to go out with Andy, but someone else instead.

“Yea. Sure. Just send me the details.” Rhys shoved that small part down and smiled at his old coworker. He could make it work. After all, he didn’t owe Jack anything.

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Jack watched the brunette intern slink from the office and sighed. He had been fun to toy with for the last week or so, but that mouth was so goddamn annoying.

All he did was talk and apparently he had been bragging to his coworkers, which was usually fine yet something about it just bothered him.

Jack’s mind flitted back to his little assistant. Rhys. Frustration peeked its ugly head up as he realized he had been thinking of the little twink, again. Maybe he should just push him out the nearest airlock.

Nah. He’s a pretty good assistant. Yeah, that was it.

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I’ll Be Your Deity- Chap. 2: Dents In The Desk

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Rhys watched as Jack paced the room, the only other person in the room being some intern that Jack had called in. Why? Well, no one really knew.

Rhys knew of the intern and had been less than impressed when Jack called for him. Rhys had heard the newbie’s overconfident bragging about sleeping with the CEO and made sure to avoid him after that.

“Sir, is there anything I can get you? Another cup of coffee, perhaps?” The intern, Rhys realized he never learned his name, asked Jack. His voice was sickeningly sweet as his eyes moved down Jack’s body. Rhys felt the urge to smack him.

“God no. Rhysie, you however, may go get me another cup please.” Jack’s eyes were on Rhys as he spoke. Rhys felt the urge to sigh as he pointed to the still steaming cup on the desk.

“I just got back from getting you coffee a minute ago.” Not that either of you noticed. He quieted that small internal voice before it got him in trouble and turned back to his work.

“See? You’re so perfect.” The compliment was given as Jack tried to speak and drink at the same time, but it didn’t slip past Rhys’ notice as his face turned bright red. The intern across the room glared.

“Of course.” The interns mumble seemed to almost echo in the quiet room. Without a word, Jack was standing in front of the poor boy and had his hand against the wall inches from his head. That seemed to thrill the intern in some way. Rhys wanted to scream that the attention he was getting did not make him special. Just the interest of the day.

“Now, I did ask for you for a reason.” Jack’s voice was low and as he leaned forward to whisper something in the intern’s ear, Rhys found himself squeezing the desk so hard his cybernetic hand left dents in the metal.

Finally, it seemed that Jack had dismissed the intern as Rhys watched the kid practically skip from the room. Rhys returned to his work, not noticing the way his boss slowly made his way to him.

Until the report he had been reading was snatched from his hand. He scowled and glared up at his boss before he began to reach for the paper, only being stopped by the hand on his shoulder holding him down.

“You have been so pissy all morning! What’s the issue, pumpkin?” Jack was clearly bothered by his obvious annoyance to his toy intern, but Rhys couldn’t fathom why.

“I’m trying to work; not watch you bend some intern over a desk.” Rhys mumbled, not catching himself before he could realize what a mistake he had made. Rhys had kept himself alive by doing one thing and that was being quiet.

“Awww. Poor kitten is all jealous.” Rhys couldn’t stop himself from glaring as Jack spoke, his hand tightening its grip on Rhys’ shoulder. Jack leaned down, his face only a few inches from Rhys’ own. It would be a lie to say he was thrilled to be so close.

“I’m not jealous.” Rhys knew he was mumbling again, knew it was something Jack hated. Yet it was so hard to push the obvious lie out of his mouth as he tried to avoid eye contact.

“Oh, don’t lie. You’ve been glaring at poor- oh god what is his name? Doesn’t matter.” Jack’s attention focused back and suddenly there was a hand squeezing Rhys’ thigh. Jack’s thumb pressing against his inner thigh in the most delicious way. Rhys couldn’t stop the small whimper that left his lips at the feeling. Something about the noise lit a fire behind Jack’s eyes, making him squeeze again and be rewarded with another soft whimper.

“Jack.” Rhys whispered, trying not to squirm as his boss’s hand inched further up his thigh. “Uh, you have-.” Rhys was cut off before he could finish.

“Yes, that’s where the little intern ran off to. Had to cancel. Something came up.” Jack chuckled as his fingers found Rhys’ belt buckle. Rhys found himself missing the soft pressure of his hand, but quickly pushed that aside as Jack’s lips found his.

The kiss was soft at first, slowly growing more heated as Rhys was pulled from his chair and pushed against the desk. Jack’s lips were smooth and soft, which Rhys didn’t expect from the mask his boss constantly wore. Though he shouldn’t really have been surprised. As Jack tugged him closer, his hands came up to hold onto Jack’s vest as he lost his footing for a moment.

“The only one I will be bending over any desk” Jack pulled away to slowly kiss down the younger man’s neck. “Is you.”

That was all Rhys needed to abandon all pretenses of modesty and let out a soft moan as Jack bit the soft spot where his neck and shoulder met. Something about the noise seemed to spur on Jack as his fingers made quick work of the buttons of Rhys’ shirt, tearing a few off.

“I liked that shirt.” Rhys let out a soft whine as his boss moved to lay soft kisses down his chest. He felt the soft laugh that came from Jack as he, finally, managed to push Rhys’ pants from his hips.

“I’ll buy you thirty more.” Jack teased, his lips only a few centimeters from the others ear as Rhys felt calloused fingers wrap around the sensitive skin of his cock. He couldn’t stop the loud moan as Jack’s hand moved expertly. He felt himself being pushed to the edge much faster than he would have liked.

“Jack, ah. Please.” Rhys wasn’t sure what he was asking for but still, Jack moved his hand from his aching cock to press a slow finger into him. Rhys moaned, rather lewdly if he thought about it, and leaned his forehead against Jack’s chest. He almost didn’t hear the soft reassurances coming from him.

“You’re doing so good, pumpkin. So good.” He pushed another finger into him, the burn from the lack of lubrication made his eyes water slightly but a small part of him enjoyed the pain. “God, you’re so tight.”

The soft reassurances continued with each finger that pressed into Rhys, now three slowly pumping in and out. One hit just the right spot and Rhys felt his body tense before the ripple of pleasure had him almost drooling on the soft vest Jack wore. Finally, he was deemed ready.

Jack’s fingers left him and he was turned to face his desk. Like promised, he was bent over his own desk as he heard the soft tinkle of metal as Jack worked his belt off. Anticipation hit Rhys hard as the cool air made him whimper softly.

“Now’s the chance to back out, kitten.” Jack bent over to whisper into his ear and Rhys felt his erection push against him. He almost mewled at the feeling alone. He could barely get out his pleas of more as Jack chuckled and he felt that sharp pain as Jack pushed into him slowly. It took a few minutes of rocking back and forth before Jack settled completely in him. Rhys had already begun to drool on the cold metal of his desk from the intensity.

“Jack. Please.” Rhys was begging, he knew that, but the groan that came from Jack as he pulled out almost completely just to push back in made it worth it. Every inch seemed to brush every sensitive spot inside him as they found a slow rhythm.

Jack’s hand found its way to the front of Rhys throat as he kept his punishingly slow pace. A slow squeeze left Rhys’ head spinning as he pushed back against his boss. He was rewarded with a soft smack on the ass cheek before Jack picked up his pace.

Rhys hadn’t noticed the door open, too lost in pleasure to notice the shocked intern standing there. That is until Jack spoke.

“Goodie! You took forever. Now stand there.” He groaned and his hand not currently around Rhys’ throat found the younger mans hip. The pace became faster, the sounds of Rhys moans and skin hitting skin becoming the loudest sounds in the room.

“Now this, is how you fuck. A goddamn. Hero.” Jack growled out as he smacked Rhys’ ass cheek again. Rhys found himself a little prideful as he looked at the intern across the room. The poor intern looked shocked and a little scared as he watched his boss fuck his assistant against the desk. Even so, part of him hated that Jack was only sleeping with him to prove some sick point and yet another part was thrilled.

“Now get the fuck out. I don’t want to see your fucking face again.” Once Jack had deemed the intern properly scolded, he diverted his attention back to Rhys, who was now tumbling over that edge to oblivion. He could feel the sticky mess between him and the desk but as he heard and felt Jack pulse inside him as he filled him, he couldn’t find it in himself to care.

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I’ll Be Your Deity - Chap. 1: A Little Too Close

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To say today started rough would be an understatement. It had started with Rhys tripping over some snotty intern and spilling his absolutely wonderful coffee he had one drink of. Then, he had to postpone a meeting with a very obnoxious manager due to his boss’s, the illustrious Handsome Jack, hangover. That manager sent a message every 5 minutes it seemed when he didn’t get what he wanted.

Now, Rhys watched as Jack sent the third person out hurtling into space in the last hour. Technically four people had felt Jack’s rage, but the first had been shot. Rhys already had the cleanup crew in to dispose of the poor idiot, much to Jack’s annoyance. Something about setting an example.

“Pumpkin, how long have you worked for me?” Jack’s voice was sickly sweet as the older man walked the short distance from his desk to Rhys’.

“About 2 years now, sir.” Rhys knew it didn’t matter what he said, Jack was throwing a tantrum it seemed and wouldn’t be happy until he was through with it.

“Then you should know by- has it really been 2 years? Wow. I didn’t even notice.” Rhys almost laughed before he caught himself. Of course, Jack hadn’t noticed the length of time he had been in the assistant position. The man had been used to a new assistant every month it seemed.

“Anyway, you know by now that when I say I’ll throw someone from the airlock that I mean it, yes? Why can’t these idiots get that?” Jack’s voice rose as he closed the distance to Rhys’ desk, hands now braced against the sleek metal. Rhys felt his skin tingle as it always did around Jack, that small part of his brain conjuring up fantasy of being pinned to the desk. He stomped that part down until it was silent like always and slowly looked up into the eyes of his boss.

“I don’t know, sir. I’m sure they’ll get it one day” Rhys smiled and then turned back to his work. Seemingly annoyed at the soft dismissal, Jack walked around to the back of Rhys’ chair before spinning it around and caging his young assistant in by placing his hands on the armrests. Rhys felt his face burn bright red as he watched the way Jack looked at him with that predatory gaze. Something about it hit him hard and made him want to clench his legs together.

“Rhys, Rhysie baby. Are you avoiding me?” Jack’s question made Rhys snap his attention from his growing issues and back to his very insistent boss. Something seemed different today, that was for sure. Rhys was pretty sure Jack hadn’t noticed him in nearly the entire time he had been working there.

“Of course not, sir. I would never.” Rhys’ voice was all breathy and light, making him wince internally at just how needy he sounded. He would have to work on that. “I have to get some papers from R&D, sir.” Rhys was sure that he stuttered a bit as he spoke, but Jack didn’t say anything as he allowed the younger man to stand and walk from the room. It took a lot to not just sprint from the room.

“So, you’re saying he was this close and you did nothing?” Vaughn’s shocked face made Rhys want to smack the short accountant. It’s not like Vaughn didn’t know of Rhys’ small crush on his boss. Not many had jumped at the chance to be Jack’s personal assistant, but Rhys couldn’t help himself when he saw the job posting.

“What was I supposed to do? Kiss him and then be literally killed? I’ve only lived this long by being useful, not by sleeping with my superiors.” Rhys groaned and leaned his head back against the couch, their now long forgotten game sitting idly on the screen before them.

“Oh, come on. Like that’s the worst way to advance in Hyperion.” Vaughn laughed and picked his controller back up, continuing on their current objective of clearing out some baddies. Rhys, however, couldn’t seem to focus as he struggled to keep his character alive. Instead, he kept finding himself thinking of the closeness and the way that Jack had watched him so intensely. Something about it had Rhys thinking he may have drawn his boss’s attention a bit more than usual.

-

Jack watched his assistant slip out the doors without a second glance and sighed. Something was different about him today, maybe it had been all week. Before, Rhys merely blended into the mundanity of work. He brought coffee and told him of meetings and sometimes had him sign stuff. He was good at the job, in truth.

Yet Jack didn’t know what about today caught his attention. Maybe it was the way his pants hugged his hips and curves, showing off just what assets he did have. Maybe he changed his hair. Maybe it was the way Rhys spoke to him, as if he wasn’t just another of the scared mindless flock. Or maybe Jack needed to get laid and was overthinking it. Who could truly know?

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I’ll Be Your Deity Masterlist - Handsome Jack

Pairing: Rhys x Handsome Jack

Summary: Rhys has managed to stay as the personal assistant to the one and only Handsome Jack for nearly 2 years, much longer than anyone else had in the role. The comfort and familiarity he had in his day-to-day job only worsened the longstanding crush he held for his boss. Jack, blissfully unaware of Rhys’ internal struggles with his feelings, decides to take a more than passing interest in the young assistant. That is how Rhys’ found himself pinned between his idol and desk. 

A story of obsession where Rhys takes hero worship just a step too far. Or maybe a leap too far. Well, is sleeping with said hero too far? Who knows? 

Warnings: Explicit content, Explicit ThemeS, smut, sexual actions, smut, Cheating.  This is a mature fic. do not read if you are below 18.

Chapters

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8 

Chapter 9

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Realized I’ve never posted any of my Rhack (Rhys/Handsome Jack) fic on here. I’ll begin posting chaps of that. Will be returning to my Seb Stan fics soon but this fic has consumed my mind. Can’t work on one pairing or fic for too long, makes my brain hurt.

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Me trying to write a new chapter and deleting it 4 times to start over.