Notes

Dwight becomes infatuated with David Wallace.

Somewhere in the distance, a phone rung. A camera zoomed in. Jim sat slouched and bored in his chair, twirling a pen in his right hand as his left tapped in a staccato rhythm on his desk. Dwight, though with a look of dismay, seemed similarly unoccupied - despite all of his attempts to keep himself busy, inexplicably, it was occasionally difficult to find something to do in this office dedicated to paper manufacture and distribution. Suddenly, he glanced around nervously, but no one appeared to be paying attention (Jim was always paying attention, but he'd mastered the skill of seeming inattentive).
With a quick motion, he opened his desk drawer and pulled out a picture, on which was a blown-up image of the CFO of Dunder Mifflin, David Wallace.
His expression, previously one of quiet anxiety and frustration, quickly melted into a deep, dark lust that, as Jim looked up, made even him shiver slightly.
"Dwight," Jim began hesitantly. "Is that... Why do you have that?"
Dwight looked over without an ounce of remorse or shame. His attempt to hide the photo had felt more like an obligation than something that actually needed to be done, and he felt no mortification at the thought Jim now knew about his obsession.
"Doesn't he look... ravishing?" Dwight asked rhetorically (because of course he did).
Jim surreptitiously scooted back slightly. "Um. Sure, Dwight, sure."
Dwight grinned rather creepily and turned back to gaze at the photo. Jim pivoted around and gave Pam a look of sheer incredulity, to which she shrugged her shoulders helplessly. Some things were simply too strange to comprehend.

"Mr. Wallace, Dwight Schrute to see you."
On the other side of the line, David sighed quietly and rested his chin on his hand.
"Yeah," he said reluctantly, "send him in."
When he had assumed the position of CFO, one of the first things he had learned was that Dwight Schrute was an asset they couldn't afford to lose. Well, he had predicted Dunder Mifflin could recover, but only if Dwight conveniently forgot about all of his clients and said clients were perfectly willing to have another salesperson. So, essentially, Dwight was essential to the success of the company, and so David reaffirmed his will to succeed even if it meant having to deal with him.
"Dwight," he said with a forced grin as Dwight swept in. "Great to see you."
Dwight shoved the door closed and leaned over the desk, smiling widely at David and breathing inches from his face. David instinctively leaned back. Dwight looked a bit like a predator that just caught its prey.
"Hello, David," Dwight said, "it's good to see you too."
David opened his mouth to inquire as to why he was here when Dwight suddenly leapt over the desk in a practiced motion and shoved David roughly against the window.
"D-Dwight," David stuttered, "what-"
"Silence," Dwight hissed. "I've been wanting to take you for ages, and I'm not going to wait any longer."
He forced his mouth onto David's, and David, in his shock, only relaxed and allowed himself to be kissed. Dwight's tongue slipped out and into David's mouth, and he choked back a moan at the sensation.
"Mm, Dwight-" David protested vainly. Dwight pressed the CFO's hands against the glass and pressed his lips firmly onto David's.
They continued like that for some time, Dwight aggressively kissing David as David struggled weakly against his iron hold. Then, after about a minute, Dwight finally let go, taking one large step back as David collapsed onto his knees and desperately sucked in air.
"Sh-shit, Dwight-" he got out between coughs. "What the hell was that?"
"The start," Dwight informed him in a matter-of-fact tone. David froze as Dwight knelt down and begin removing the jacket from the kneeling figure.
"No, Dwight, don't," he pleaded helplessly. His eyes wandered to the phone just waiting to connect to security, and then, accidentally, it caught on the camera and the man behind it. His eyes widened visibly, and he was visibly distraught at the thought that someone was recording this. The cameraman, as merciless and impersonal as always, stayed where he was.
Dwight threw the jacket carelessly onto the ground and began unbuttoning David's shirt. David yelped in protest and pushed Dwight away, hurriedly scrambling back into his back hit the wall.
"Dwight, I am your superior," David stated in a shaky voice. "This is highly inappropriate, and furthermore, it is-"
Dwight grabbed him by the collar and pulled him upward, then snogged him senseless once more (though this time only for 30 seconds). David fell limply onto the floor, his mouth almost convulsing as Dwight hung victorious over him, his arms on either side of the older man and effectively trapping him.
There seemed to be a bit of difficulty with the unbuttoning as David continued to struggle, but, eventually, Dwight managed to take it off him, throwing the shirt to the side. David held himself tense and frightful, his body curling into itself instinctively as Dwight proceeded to his trousers.
The camera focused in on David's upper body, which was inexplicably sculpted and toned, his flawless skin stretched taut over muscles that flexed involuntarily in fear. Dwight absently ran one finger over to a nipple and squeezed it, eliciting a groan and spasm from the CFO. Dwight practically tore the pants off David, and so the older man was left only in his boxers. David moved both his hands to keep them secured as Dwight attempted to tug them off.
"Stop," David hissed, "please. This is completely wrong. I'm not gay, Dwight, I have a wife, and, and, there's a camera guy out there-" he nodded his head toward the camera. Dwight turned around and gave it a vicious smirk.
"Good," he commented, "Someone should be recording this moment when I finally claim what's rightfully mine."
"I'm not yours," David whimpered.
"Oh, I'd beg to differ." Dwight raised one eyebrow as he succeeded in taking the boxers off David, leaving the CFO fully naked. David wilted as he moved one hand to cover his penis, though Dwight immediately removed it forcibly, bent down, and took it into his mouth.
David almost screamed, though, at the very last second, he managed to cover his mouth with his other hand. Tears streaked down his cheeks as he stared helplessly at the camera. As much as he didn't want this, the thought of anyone else walking in and seeing was simply too horrifying to even consider.
He twitched underneath Dwight, his hips unconsciously thrusting up. Dwight didn't seem at all perturbed or bothered by the movement, instead moving lower and lower until his entire cock was enveloped. David tensed suddenly, an aborted moan of sorts coming out muffled from behind his hand as he shook violently through his first orgasm.
Dwight pushed off David slightly and licked the come from his lips with a manic grin.
"You're even better than I imagined you'd be," he whispered.
"Dwight, stop," David said quietly, but there was no authority or gravitas in his voice. "You can still stop this, and we can forget all about it."
"Forget?" Dwight repeated incredulously. "Are you kidding? I'm going to cherish this memory, and all the ones that come after it."
"No," David said. "No, Dwight, please."
Dwight leaned over and began teasing David's nipples ruthlessly. The CFO writhed underneath him in pleasure.
"Oh, yes," Dwight said. "This isn't the final time, David. I'm going to come in every day and take you just like I am now."
David choked out a moan as his cock leapt up involuntarily. Dwight glanced at it smugly.
"I'd say you have another one in you," he said as he moved down David's body, his hands trailing across smooth skin and hard muscles on its path to his cock. "Don't you, David?"
"No, I don't," David protested. "Dwight, come on, I already came, can't you just-"
"No can do," Dwight said without a trace of regret. "I've already committed to making you come more times than humanly possible, and a Schrute never goes back on a commitment." He wrapped both his hands around David's hardening cock and stroked it up and down with rapid motions that left the CFO shaking and convulsing on the ground, his eyes glassy and foggy and his mouth open in a silent scream.
Four minutes later, come spurted out of David's cock, landing on his well-muscled torso and protruding pectorals and covering his sculpted body in come. One could just see a thin sheen of sweat that seemed to cover his entire body, and he panted desperately as Dwight took one hand and spread the come around the CFO's body, painting his skin like a canvas.
"I'll have you fired," David whispered, one last attempt at rebellion.
"You won't," Dwight countered. "Or otherwise I'll release everything the cameraman is recording to the public, and everyone will know David Wallace is a gay whore who likes it when people force themselves onto him."
"He wouldn't," David said. "He wouldn't agree to that."
Dwight shrugged and maneuvered David's shivering body so his naked body, stained with come and shining with sweat, was fully visible to the camera.
"He would," Dwight said.
The camera shook slightly as the man holding it nodded enthusiastically, plans already forming in his head regarding ways to remain stationed here at all times.
"Dwight, I have work," David said after several moments of work. "I- I get that you don't respect my personal space or my privacy, but at the very least, can you let me get some work done?"
It was apparently the wrong thing to say, as Dwight snarled and shoved the CFO's hands against the floor, pinning them there as he leaned against the older man's come-stained body.
"Oh, you'll work, alright," Dwight said. "You'll work on my cock. You'll make calls perched on my penis, choking out your words while your cock leaks come and and you're trying to stop yourself from orgasming right there. When you call people in, you know the sight they'll find?"
David avoided Dwight's glance pathetically.
"They'll find the great CFO of Dunder Mifflin, David Wallace, sitting on the lap of another man, coming his brains out helplessly. Oh, but don't worry," Dwight said. "You're mine, and mine alone. I won't let anyone touch you."
David sobbed as Dwight placed his hands on the older man's cock once more, apparently intent on forcing another orgasm from him.