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When the lobbyist had told Akihito he was finally getting a neighbor he was excited at the possibilities. A cute little family, some hot model (male or female) or (and hopefully not), a stuffy old businessman. He didn’t really mind as long as they were nice. Like him. They could get along, become best friends, have movie and games nights with endless snacks. He’s really looking forward to it.

He was told they’d be in by the end of the week and he’d already bought a candle, some flowers and a bottle of wine...thinking that one of these would suffice as a house warming gift for all the possibilities. This was a new horizon for him to explore and as with everything in his life he looked forward to it with optimistic energy and hope.

Friday rolls around and still there’s been no sign of the new tenants so Akihito figures they must make an appearance anytime. He goes to work that morning pretty confident he’ll be able to finally see who they are when he gets home and looking forward to his last day of work, and the promising weekend ahead.

It turns into a horrible day.

His clients are a fam of entirely spoiled brats, he honestly wanted claw all their eyes out and a headache has built up behind his eyes before lunch. While he’s inside working with horrible people and blinding lights, clouds creep into the sunny skies and turn everything grey. When he comes out at six it’s pouring rain and miserably cold. And while it’s perfect cuddly weekend weather Aki has no umbrella and doesn’t do taxi’s Cuz no matter how rich he is he hates them and feels like they’re germy and would rather walk...

He takes a deep breath to stop from rambling on in his mind about ALL the things he hates about this day. And thanks his stars that today he worked from his studio and his cameras were all safe and dry in their glass cases. He stuffs the two usb drives with the pictures to edit into his pockets and dashes off into the rain.

Truth be told, Aki had more money than he knew what to do with. Somehow succeeding at such a young age (commitment and lots and lots of hard work) hadn’t necessarily been in his immediate plans and while it was his eventual plan he was 24, had reached all his goals and was making a ridiculous amount of money.

True he hated taxis, but he hated owning or renting a private car even more...he didn’t want to lose himself to success. He remembers his street rat days. Remembers when taking a taxi would have sounded like a dream to him. And his runs down the street with his jacket over his hair, the cutting wind biting into his face he smiles. This is what he loves; life. Living. Moving and being.

For this reason he was in odd transition place in his life. The people he used to hang around with and identified with now found him preposterous. And the league his salary now placed him with still looked down on him and scowled at his loose manners and torn jeans. He’d be damned if he lost himself to those fake people who cared more about their landscaping and acrylic nails than about being genuinely happy.

With a small laugh to himself he pushes through the turning door in the lobby of his building. His headache is now even more pronounced from his dash in the cold rain but he feels refreshed and ready for a hot shower and dinner. The lobbyist smiles and lifts a hand in greeting, Aki returns it, dripping, and heads for the elevator.

He heads for the one already open not even taking in the rather large looming figure beside it. But just as he’s about to step into the elevator a beefy arm drops in the middle of his way and a hand as big as his whole chest pushes him back roughly. He immediately treats the blond giant to a nasty look.

He tries again and is pushed again.

“Get lost kid.” The man says deeply, looking bored. And Akihito bristles but says nothing as he resolutely steps forward again. Only to be pushed harder this time and Aki’s light frame is sent backwards faster than he can get his feet under him. He hits the floor hard and hisses because his hands burn with carpet burn.

“The fuck is your problem?” He half yells as scrambles back to his feet. The blond giant shows no response and just stands there with his hand keeping the elevator door open. Akihito really just goes for it. Dashes at him and feints a kick to his crotch and then slips to the side in the last minute into the elevator where he smashes on the floor button repeatedly giggles hair brained to himself.

He swears as the man catches the door barely with his hand and opens it back again, “Shit.” Aki has the time to swear airily, before he’s grabbed by the front of his shirt and yanked out of the car and sent to the floor again arms pin-willing.

And right into someone’s legs.

Aki peers up...an arched brow and amused gold eyes meeting his sparkling (with anger and adrenaline) blue ones. He can actually feel where he fell exactly at his feet, butt on two shoes.

“Sir, we are ready to go.” Says the blonde giant, motions towards Aki’s elevator. And hell no, the blood in his veins is pumping. He’s been harassed and humiliated and now they’re taking his elevator?

But blue and gold are still met. There’s something so intense, strange and familiar about the way the golden eyed man is looking into his blue ones. And Aki tilts his head to the side trying to understand, to fathom...there is some sort of connection. Then perfect lips slip up into the tiniest smile...no scratch that, Akihito blushes at the arrogant smirk and scrambles to his feet.

He decides he’ll wait until later to dissect and freak out over this raven’s insane good looks.

A man wearing glasses clears his throat, "Asami-sama, this way.” He says and shows the way with his hand, gesturing to the elevator. The blond giant actually has the nerve to look absolutely clueless like Akihito wasn’t there first. So as the golden eyed man sends Akihito an amused and accessing last glance and moves toward the elevator, the photographer simply follows.

The blond body guard actually sighs before pushing him out again. The two other men turn to look at him in surprise. Aki runs a hand through his still dripping blond hair and fixes them all with his strongest glare.

“Excuse-fucking-me, but I was here first.” He snarks and his eyes meet with gold again, there’s more interest burning there and still that infuriating smirk. The giant blond looks to the golden eyed man...the boss, right, Aki could have guessed.

The photographer thinks he hears an amused scoff of air, “Just let the kid on.” And fuck. A shiver actually runs down his spine, chill bumps rise on his arms...gravel and molasses whiskey deeper than the ocean itself...thankfully he has this breakdown once he actually steps into the elevator.

He reaches and presses his floor number a few times and misses the raised eyebrows over his head. He humphs to himself satisfied at winning, wrapping his arms around his still chilled self and sends the blond bodyguard not an entirely petty smile. He misses the tall, golden eyed raven giving his back a look down, his wet clothes hugging his body like a second skin, and giving his own curious minuscule head tilt.

The elevator stops and as soon as the doors part Aki is out, already digging his key out of his pocket, “Been a pleasure assholes.” He calls over his shoulder, and doesn’t give them another thought at the prospect of his hot shower.

It’s not until later on that he thinks it’s weird he still hasn’t seen nor heard of his new neighbor.

. . .

It was really a horrible design, when Akihito thought about it. The two penthouses were the floor split in half. Which technically made them not penthouses. Still they were huge luxury apartments on the top floor of a high rise building. But instead of the balconies being on opposite sides they were both facing sunset. Side. By. Side.

Before it had never posed as a problem for Akihito. Oh, how he would rue the day. How he would rue it.

Once he got out of his shower, clothed in baggy sweats and a cotton tank top, he opened up the sliding door to allow some of the fresh air in and the sound of the dying off rain, storm clouds providing a beautiful sunset while he made up some supper. He was a good cook, and soon the appetizing smells were all around him and slipping out the opened door.

He sighs with content as he took his bowl of steak, veggies and rice to the opened door and stands watching the dripping, vibrant sunset. It’s then he notices light coming from the apartment beside his, the balcony aglow.

His neighbors are finally here. He smiles.

As he’s scraping his bowl movement catches his eye. A tall man walks out onto the balcony, rain having stopped, the sunset is almost all gone. His figure is demanding, wide shoulders in an expensive looking white dress shirt tapering down to a solid, trim waist. Jet black hair slicked back, honey perfect skin, long thick thighs, encased in black dress pants.

There’s a glow of a cigarette in his hand and he rests a tumbler of amber liquor on the rail. Akihito tilts his head observing him, his fingers honestly itching for his camera it’s a nice view he’s not gonna lie, the aesthetic alone...

It’s too late by the time he notices the subtle tensing in the line of wide shoulders. Their eyes meet before he realizes the man has turned around. Jesus. Gold, intense eyes, perfect features, cutting jawline. Thick, corded neck melding into a sculptured chest exposed by three undone buttons.

Aki’s left with his spoon hanging in his half open mouth. Then a familiar smirk twists the man’s lips. And everything clicks into place for Akihito.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding.

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Akihito sleeps like a baby. Despite having gone to bed with his cheeks burning in embarrassment. Jesus Christ, why was he such a brat? He’d sworn at his new neighbor and acted like a total child. He wasn’t really one to feel sorry especially when somebody was rude to him, but he had really wanted to be friends with his neighbor. He wakes up and stretches. Sun light is leaking in under his curtains and he smiles at the prospect of another day.

He didn’t have to work just had to do some grocery shopping and errands. Kou and Takato had been after him to buy some more appropriate clothes for work so he needed to do that as well. He throws on some comfy clothes, just some jeans and a soft sweater before sipping coffee and skipping breakfast, because he’s thinking of noodles.

He spares a quick glance to the door opposite his in the hall with a blush and then shakes his head...maybe they weren’t ones for first impressions? He snorts to himself in the elevator, yeah right, not with his luck. He shrugs it off as he heads out of the building and into the sunshine. He wasn’t one to worry or hold grudges, hopefully the universe would return the favor.

By the time he returns its late afternoon and his hands are way too full. He drops his bags at his door and starts digging thru his pockets for his keys. He must have been WAY too noisy because he hears the locks being undone on the other side of his neighbor’s door and he turns around just as it opens.

There stands the gorgeous man himself. Aki had half started to think he’d dreamt him up last night. But here he is in all his six foot something glory, black hair still slicked back but a few sexy strands falling to his forehead. He’s wearing navy blue slack pants and the way his light blue t-shirt wraps around his biceps and pecs should be a crime.

The golden eyes are calmly staring at him again, and those lips are once again in what Akihito is learning to be their usual expression; smirking. One elegant eye brow arches as he looks Aki up and down and then his shopping.

Aki lets out a shy laugh, “Hey, welcome to the building or whatever.” He’s still feeling around for his key in his pockets. The tall man doesn’t say anything back and Aki inwardly huffs.

“I guess we’re neighbors, I’m Akihito.” He offers with his killer smile, he can practically feel his own eyes sparkling. The man finally reacts, but there’s a glint in his eyes, interest but still somehow looking bored.

He’s humoring me, Akihito thinks prickling a bit.

The handsome devil steps forward offering his hand, “Asami Ryuichi.”

Akihito laughs gently and takes his hand and shakes it firmly. “Nice to meet ya.” There’s something intense between their gazes then. A heat between their palms...an electricity. Akihito likes it but feels incensed by the light up in the other man’s eyes that he shrouds with indifference.

Asami Ryuichi steps back and cooly slips both his hands back into his pockets. “When they said I’d have to share the floor, I didn’t imagine it would be a person like you.”

Aki lets loose a little nervous laugh and shoots up a peace sign and a cheeky grin, “What, cute?”

Asami heaves a sigh with an incredulous look on his face. “No. A kid.”

Aki can feel an angry flush rising from his neck to his face, he clenches one fist, but two can play at this game. He puts on a deep sigh and a relaxed pose.

“You know, I can’t lie dude, you’re not really what I expected either. I was hoping they’d got a hot model or something.” He flashes another cheeky, wild grin and shrugs. Finally fishing out his key and turning and opening his door, but not before he catches an odd look flash over the other’s eyes...surprise, intrigue...that was not arousal was it?

He swings his door open and picks up his bags, “Well, catch you later.” He says over his shoulder, but is paused by the way too satisfied smirk on the other man’s face and the fact that he’s three steps closer, standing right outside his threshold. Aki actually jumps a little.

“At least you’ve got a cute ass.” Asami says way too smoothly, way too smugly, his voice like liquid sex, grating alluringly along Aki’s nerves. Like Akihito’s ass and it’s cuteness had been his own accomplishment somehow. Akihito definitely blushes this time. And their eyes meet, clashing. One in anger, the other with amusement.

“What a creep.” Aki snaps back, then uses his foot to slam the door shut in this Asami dude’s face. He can hear low smooth chuckling through his door and he feels it churning something in his stomach. A heat in his chest, quickness of breath and heartbeat.

No. This was definitely not what he was expecting from his neighbor.

. . .

Akihito has done many different kinds of work. It was no secret to many that he’d started off as a scrubby criminal photography more often nearly getting killed every single day at work than not. He’d been shot at more than a handful of times...also he’d heard the dreaded “AR” name whispered and avoided even in the darkest places in Tokyo.

His friends in the papers and the police warned him away from the way too careful businessman. And it was by pure luck that he blossomed as Momohara Ai’s photographer or else he’d have leapt straight into the dangerous mystery in search of success.

Thus as he puts his groceries away Akihito wracks his brain looking for the reason why he feels intrigued and cautious by the man’s name, body language and all too knowing eyes. He knows deep down somewhere he knows something about this guy. This guy who now lives next door to him, he shivers. And it’s not entirely unpleasant.

He goes to his still not entirely unpacked office space and starts flipping through some old files and notebooks, eyes catching on capital A’s and R’s. Finally he finds what was sparking his memory. A whole page with some newspaper clips. Asami’s name wasn’t mentioned once in any of the articles. But they were paper clipped to the page and “Asami Ryuichi” was written and circled in red marker beside a phone number.

He rests his chin in the palm of his hand stretching his mind back. That’s right, his contact had gone MIA. And he hadn’t been able to connect anything at all to Sion’s CEO. Plus his editor had grounded him for two whole weeks for even speaking the man’s name in his office.

He smiles ruefully and shuts his book. What were the chances?

He laughs. Maybe karma had been looking after him even back then. He could’ve had a massive reason to be actually murdered by his new neighbor. He shrugs and wanders into his living room looking out the balcony doors with a sardonic smile on his face. No matter how cool and handsome Asami was, Akihito had one up on him. The golden eyed raven would never catch him slipping. At least he knew he was neighbors with (probably) freaking yakuza.

This could get interesting, he muses. Placing his fingertips on the glass and watching it fog up. He missed this he realizes. The chasing of the story, the little surge of adrenaline at watching someone on the sly. Okay, he sounds like a creep. He shakes himself and waves off his thought in the directions of Asami’s apartment.

That wasn’t him anymore. He was a professional studio photographer now. He didn’t have time for this...still he mumbles to his door, "Try me.”

. . .

As Aki has pointed out. He used to live life on the edge. He knows what a gun shot sounds like. Close or far away. And by close he means like, on the other side of his walls, in the next apartment close. He’s sitting on his couch cuddled up with a blanket and a horror movie, drinking the bottle of wine he’d bought for his new neighbors when the report rings out in the night and he about jumps out of skin, spilling some wine on his blanket.

“Fuck!” He hisses with a hand on his heart, licking the drips of wine running down his wrist. And because he’s an absolute idiot with nothing to loose apparently, he goes over and slides his balcony door open causing the automatic light to cut on and looks out still holding his wine glass.

He immediately levels a suspicious glare at the tall form standing out on the next balcony over in a bathrobe. He props a hand on his hip, “Was that a fucking gunshot?” He asks before taking a sip of wine and waiting for Asami’s answer with raised eyebrows.

Asami turns around smirking already, arms crossed across his chest, his eyes alighting on Akihito and immediately flaming up. The boy addressed him like he was about to get a scolding and totally unworried about the fact that he probably had a gun and had just shot it.

“I wanted to see how soundproof these places were.” He says smirking, and gaze practically devouring Akihito in his tank and baggy white sweats, blond hair swept behind his ears, little silver earrings glinting in the low lighting and bringing out the reflections in his big, blue eyes as the boy prickles up, he can practically see the hairs rising on the back of his neck. Like a fierce little kitten. Cute.

“You scared the living shit outta me old man, a heads up woulda been nice before your little experiment.” No, he hadn’t forgotten the older man called him a kid earlier.

Asami’s grin goes feral and Akihito feels threatened now by the sheer look of hunger. “But that wouldn’t be a very authentic result, now would it?” The raven asks smartly, and Akihito rolls his eyes.

“New rule; no shooting.” Akihito snarks back, sipping his wine again.

“Who made you lord and ruler?” Asami asks, completely unconcerned.

Akihito simply pulls his phone out demurely.

“What are you doing?” Asami asks drily.

“Calling the cops, shots were fired!” He says in an overly dramatic, frightened manner, holding his phone up to his ear.

Asami sighs unfolding his arms and holding up his hands unthreateningly, one sure enough, holding a black hand-piece. “Fine, brat. No shooting.”

Akihito sniffs, “That’s what I thought.” He turns off his phone and slides it in his pocket. Asami is regarding him with curiosity and a hunger that makes Aki uncomfortable, but also alights a fire underneath his skin. It makes him feel powerful.

The raven is still holding up his hands in surrender turning more to the light, holding the gun lazily the tip swaying around a little. Akihito backs up, “Jesus, isn’t that thing loaded?”

Asami smirks, “What, this?” His eyes falling pointedly down between his legs where his robe had drifted open when he unfolded his arms.

Akihito actually forgets about the gun. The second time Asami has rendered him speechless and mouth hanging open on his balcony. Recovering he pinches the bridge of his nose. Muttering to himself, he pulls out his phone again...

“What are you doing now, kitten?” Akihito sends him an unimpressed look at the nickname even though his cheeks are aflame.

“Looking for a new apartment.” He returns drily, heading back inside to protect his innocent eyes.

Asami laughs, deep amber, gravely chuckles falling onto Akihito’s ears like enchanting, far-off thunder. Akihito thinks it’s weird, he sounds proud of himself...deeply satisfied. Maybe he really is a pervert, he thinks.

“Goodnight.” Asami says, and Akihito can hear the smile in it. By second nature he gives an unconcerned middle finger, says nothing and shuts his own door, locking it.

Definitely not smiling. Or thinking about how generously proportioned the man was.

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It was a pretty simple reason why Asami had to move. After long enough, even the secretest, safest location could be figured out or leaked. Whether it be media or assassins the incidents had added up enough that Kirishima had found the apartment and paid the first installment before he’d even officially told Asami.

And while Asami did understand the seriousness of the situation, he’d almost rather face some professional gunmen than loud, rude neighbors. But Kirishima and Suoh had both put on their passive faces when he voiced his complaints and he’d known his friends and employees were making this move for his sake...regardless of the blow to his class.

He’d put on a bored face as they head to his new apartment, both his second hand men on high alert trying to make this a least bad experience as possible. Everything looked fine. He wasn’t disturbed by anything on the outside or the lobby, with some of his own security the place seemed nice and safe enough.

He’d relaxed into his surroundings just enough to simply follow Kirishima to the elevators, recognizing Suoh’s form up ahead holding the door. Before he has too much time to react, his bodyguard has yanked someone out of the car and tossed them quite easily. He can see the slight ripple of a frown on Suoh’s face and thinks for a second this person must be trouble, hardly anyone stood up to Suoh enough for the blond man to get physical.

He knows his friend enough to recognize irritation when he sees it and when the person gets propelled so roughly that they actually land at his feet, he knows this person wasn’t being easy to get rid of. When he looks down, the sight that meets him is definitely not what he expected.

The first thing that hits him is wet. This kid is wet on his designer pants. Second, is that wet blond hair takes on a golden honey tint and the ‘life’ burning in vivid blue eyes takes his breath away. When their gazes connect something makes sense in Asami’s life...moving is the best thing he’s ever done. His smirk goes feral because this fellow human is just way too delicious and new and authentic.

Also for his tiny frame the amount of cushioning currently sitting on his shoes is impressive.

And then he stands up to not only Suoh, to him...to all three of them. They all towered over him, looked to weigh three of him each. Their trio was famed and feared, the three of them sweeping across the world in which they worked leaving behind a silent warning, men trembled at the prospect of them. But this wet hissing boy, who strongly resembled a wet kitten, stood up to all three of them, swore at them and fearlessly joined them in a closed in space after insulting them.

Asami wasn’t sure if it was naivety or bravery...either way he admired it. For someone’s soul to still shine this brightly in this old, ugly world...he wanted that strength, he wanted to know that strength and that light. He’s puzzled by this boy and fascinated. And he doesn’t mind at all watching after him wordlessly as he runs down the hall flashing a wild grin and a slender middle finger.

He finds out immediately he doesn’t mind having a neighbor one bit. Every interaction doesn’t disappoint. In fact they just heighten his curiosity and desire. Kirishima would probably had an aneurysm if he saw how Akihito slammed his door in his face and how much Asami actually liked it. Or how this kid had threatened to call the police on him and Asami had liked that too. Was he playing with fire? Was he walking on a ledge? Asami Ryuichi wasn’t one to look down.

He’s standing at the floor to ceiling windows in his office, smoking and gazing out over the killer view. Kirishima is standing beside his desk organizing files and briefing him as he goes. He exhales smoke thoughtfully, the rush and satisfaction of the nicotine relaxing him...it’s almost the end of a long day.

“Kirishima,” he interrupts, and hears his friend sigh and in his peripheral vision push up his glasses. “Get me the background file for my neighbor, I know you did one before moving me in there.”

He also sees the little twitch of his secretary’s lips in his peripheral.

Kirishima clears his throat, “Please excuse me sir, but doesn’t that take away the fun of it?”

Asami chuckles, “Hm, I suppose you’re right.” He walks over and stubs out the rest of his cigarette in the ash tray, “Alright, I’m going home.”

Kirishima bows and definitely doesn’t give an entire smile to himself. “I’ll tell Suoh to get the car.”

. . .

When Akihito saw it he couldn’t resist. It wasn’t his fault. The temptation was way too strong and so cheap too. He’d bought it before he’d even thought about how he was patronizing a mafia lord. He’s giggling to himself all the way home and actually has to cover his mouth to hide the crazy smile. He tucks his purchase under his arm so he can hold his bag of Pocky and instant ramen in his hand while holding his work bag in the other.

When he reaches his building he looks around for any sight of a certain someone and does so again in the lobby and elevator. Then he pokes his head out once he reaches his floor just making sure he hadn’t by some miraculous caught his neighbor in the hall. All is clear and he laughs more to himself as he pulls the tags off his purchase and throws it down in front of Asami’s door. Using his foot to straighten it.

It was a cheap, brown door mat of that scratchy, straw material. If Asami set one of his designer leather shoes on it they’d never be the same. On it is the design of a cat walking away looking back over his shoulder with its tail raised showing its, well, its butt. And Akihito is rolling laughing, tears in his eyes as he actually witnesses it lying at Asami’s door.

Beside the cat’s face are the bold and large words; “An asshole lives here.”

Still unrecovered from mirth Akihito lets himself into his own apartment and waits for footsteps. He doesn’t have to wait long, surprisingly, and when he hears the elevator ding he approaches his door on tiptoes and peers out the peep hole. Asami appears, with his confident walk and perfect outfit. And Akihito claps a hand over his mouth because he’s just way too amused with himself.

The man pauses where he stands, in front of his door, very carefully NOT putting his shoes on the mat and Aki doesn’t blame him. How he wishes he could see his face! But the tensing and flexing of wide shoulders, and the pause of shock was definitely worth it. Then he’s turning around and flashing a knowing smirk towards Akihito’s door and he definitely does not squeak. Does not.

His heart leaps into his throat as he realizes Asami is going to knock on his door. Sure enough a loud, sure knock echoes through his apartment. And he waves at the door as if that would make Asami go away. “I’m not home.” He mouths, and then giggles again silently as he retreats into his apartment.

Hopefully Asami wouldn’t kick his door down.

. . .

Now that was what Akihito called a full day’s work. He cracks open what was left of his wine and pours a big glass after his shower. In his habitual white sweats and tank he goes out to his balcony, grabbing a jacket on the way. He sets the wine bottle on the table and sinks into one of the chairs with a sigh as he watches the last vestiges of the sun going down.

He takes a deep breath and tosses his head back letting the cold air wash over him, leaving a tsunami of chill bumps and brush his hair back. He rolls his shoulders and neck, gets some loud creaks out and smiles demurely with his eyes still closed sipping and rolling the bitter taste of red wine around his mouth. He loves the muted sounds of the city below and whistle of the wind up here combined.

He cocks his head to the side when he hears the door slide open from the next balcony. He cracks an eye and sure enough there stands Asami. Thankfully in pants this time, with the same navy blue silk bath robe on and left open, chest naked and really very distracting. He swallows and Asami is smirking at him when he looks up.

Akihito blushes and lays his head back again, groaning, “I was just getting de stressed.”

Asami chuckles, “Hello kitten.”

Aki groans again and takes a long suffering sip of his wine. “S’up.” He replies half heartedly.

“Nothing. But it could be.” Asami returns smoothly, and Akihito actually wants to gauge his eyes out because he can’t help but picture exactly that from memory.

“You’re the worst.” He sends back easily, “Please don’t remind me of your dick, dick.”

Asami laughs and Akihito watches from under hooded eyes as he lights up a smoke and sighs deeply with his first exhale. “Thought I was an asshole.” Asami responds after a silent beat.

Akihito laughs, “Did ya like your housewarming gift?”

“It was a little immature.” The bigger man responds, trying to work Akihito up again.

Aki refuses to rise to it though, in full relaxation mode. “I had gotten this bottle wine for my new neighbor,” he sits up to pour himself some more. “But I ended up cracking it open when I discovered they were insufferable.”

Asami chuckles again, and if Aki had known him he’d known it was unusual and that Asami was actually unwinding and relaxing around him. “That’s too bad, we could be having a drink together right now.”

Akihito sends him an incredulous look, he levels his finger, the hand holding his wine glass, at Asami, “In your dreams. You are a creep.”

“It’s inevitable.” Asami says easily, waving his cigarette, unconcerned.

“Confident much?” Aki asks, not all that turned off by the idea. Asami’s eyes sharpen at this, the boy way too complacent to actually mind the idea of them together...eventually.

Asami just shrugs, taking another long pull from his cigarette. “It’d be a shame to waste having such a cute neighbor.”

Akihito inclines his head, “Touché.”

“Was that a yes then?” Asami asks, eyes aflame and hooded as they all but devour the boy across the railing.

Aki laughs lightly, getting up and grabbing his wine bottle and heading inside, pointing his finger at Asami, sending him a smirk of his own. “Pump your breaks tiger, that was a yes to someday...maybe.”

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Akihito is a well balanced soul. His days end healthily at eleven or twelve. And he gets up at seven every morning. Like religion. However he can hear his neighbor leaving at all hours of the night. And he never sees him during the day, and at night hardly at all.

Akihito hasn’t seen him since that late night with the “propositioning” incident. And he’s glad, honestly he is. But god, is he curious. The gun confirmed his suspicions. Asami was at least involved in enough backhanded business to be concerned for his safety in his own home. And the interesting work hours were more than just being the CEO of a large business.

Aki finds his journalistic bits awakened with an itch to figure Asami out. To know exactly what was going on. To pull out all his tightly, organized secrets and wreck a little old fashioned havoc. He loved seeing that blaze of interest and tick of annoyance focused wholly on him. Asami was like a drug. A power that Akihito didn’t want to let go of now that he’s got high with it once.

And his curiosity is piqued. What had happened to his informant so long ago? Why had he suddenly gone silent? Even if Aki had left that life behind him, he couldn’t ignore this mystery right in front of him. Had his lead just got scared and went underground or had Asami silenced him...permanently? Or had the person been trying to get Aki in trouble and taken out by Asami himself?

This theory make Akihito shiver and he immediately puts it behind him. But not this mystery...now he wanted know. He needed to know before he willingly fell into something with this guy. He wanted to know was it worth the risk? Or should he move and disappear from Asami’s world before it was too late?

He sighs in front of the fateful sliding balcony doors before he clenches his fist and heads to his office resolutely. Flipping through his notebook he finds the page with the phone number and “Asami Ryuichi” written one red pen. Fishing his phone from his hoody pocket he quickly types the numbers in before he can change his mind or talk himself out of it.

He holds his breath as it rings.

“Who is this?” A rough voice asks, and Aki blinks in surprise that someone actually answered.

“Hi.” Akihito says, painfully unprepared and feeling ruffled. “I was given this number a while back. I was a journalist and a tip came in with this number included, I never got in contact with anyone back then...would you happen to know anything about that?”

A pause.

“Wait, are you saying that ur that photographer kid, Takaba? I haven’t seen your name in the papers for a while now.”

“Yeah, that’s me. My work kinda took a turn. I’m staying out of journalism for now.”

“What’s with this call then?” The voice questions sharply.

“Let’s just say something piqued my interest again. Do you wanna talk, meet?” Aki asks, scribbling nervously on a spare price of paper with his pen.

An undecided grunt meets him, and Akihito decides he’s not totally sold on this guy. “Mmm okay let’s meet. I’ll send the address, tonight.”

Aki gets hung up on. He huffs, but still enjoys the fire burning through his veins. The adrenaline, the rush. He’s on the chase again, he feels the uncertainty and question of possible danger like a high. Here I come again, he thinks, grinning.

. . .

Akihito is hyped up. He put on his ripped to pieces dark wash jeans, tight white button up shirt, laced up his black combat boots which made him feel really badass. It was his character, his persona he took on when he was after a story. He grins at himself in the mirror as he puts in his shiny black, metal studs. He runs his fingers through his hair and then he’s done.

As he locks his door he notices the elevator doors sliding shut. “Hold up!” He yells, as he gives his door one last shake and jogs forwards stuffing his wallet and key into his back pocket. The doors stutter and open again and Aki smiles and looks up to say thanks as he enters breathless.

“Thanks.” However, what little breath he has left in him is stolen by Asami looking up as well, and sending him an all be it soft smirk. The man looks even more amazing than memory serves, tie perfectly straight, shirt suit perfectly pressed and lying over the man’s form like something out of a damn romance movie.

Just above the tight collar of his shirt his sharp jaw line moves as he swallows and Aki follows the tendon of his neck up past his ears to perfectly styled jet black hair. He would have been embarrassed had he not caught Asami giving him a very similar, but probably much more intense glance down. Their eyes meet with a joined blaze and Asami’s smirk disappears for something open but still hard. Intense with desire.

“Good evening kitten, going out tonight? Was beginning to think you were quite the house cat.”

Jesus Christ. If only he kept his mouth shut. Akihito winces as the perfect imagery is ruined by the asshole making an appearance as soon as the insufferable man opened his mouth.

“Shut the fuck up Asami.” He rolls his eyes. Asami laughs.

“I’m a huge fan of the sweat pants but this is really something as well.” Asami goes on easily, eyes back to devouring Aki whole.

Akihito looks to him in surprise, with big flight-risk blue eyes as Asami’s hand reaches up to brush against the dark studs in his ears, fingers ghosting through the fringe just behind them. Asami leans close to him, close enough to feel his warm breath on his ear and cheek.

“You look delicious, Akihito.”
Aki swallows and blinks a few times. Leaning away from the imposing man’s enchanting presence. He quickly reaches out to brush the man’s hand away from himself, eyes recovering from surprise to glare.

“Okay old man, just because I’m going out to get some action doesn’t mean you automatically get first dibs.” He snarks, even though that’s not the kind of action he’s talking about.

“Oh indeed?” Asami questions, eyebrow raised. God, how he loved the way this kid bristled and blushed. It really made him want to carry him back upstairs and throw him on his bed. Have his way with him, fight that spirit all night, wring submission after submission from him.

“I’m calling first dibs anyway.” He says as he leans down, and he can see Akihito forming a response, his eyes flaming up in indignation. But Asami’s cradling that lovely blond head in his hand and grabbing that strong chin with his other...and finally, finally tasting those pretty pink lips.

It’s open mouthed right from the start. He licks inside immediately, possessively. And Akihtio pauses for one second but then his body melts into his own, and Asami revels in the feeling. Akihito’s small weight against his body, he feels his hands run up his chest and grip onto his lapels. The boy moans, more like whimpers into the heated kiss, giving just as good as he gets. Their tongues tangling, breaths panting.

Asami’s large hand spreads along the small of his back, long fingers running sensually over every single bump of his spine. His hand coasts back down his flank and fingers indent into the soft ass he’s been staring at so much. He slips them down until his fingers are running along the seam of his jeans and he grips the sensitive inside of his thigh.

Akihito moans into Asami’s mouth as the man grips his inner thigh, pressing upwards against his hole and causing Akihito to gasp and lift his leg to grind against Asami’s hip. The older man growls in response biting onto Akihito’s pillowy bottom lip and pulling back, watching the boy’s dusky eyelashes flutter as Asami’s hand pulls his body forward against his hip again in a spark inducing slide.

“Ah uh, Asami...” he gasps out as the hand on the back of his head grips his hair and pulls back. Hot wet lips latching onto his jaw line and then down his neck, until he feels a deep bite under his ear, pain blooming over his senses. What he doesn’t feel is Asami slipping his house key out from his back pocket.

He jerks back but grinds heavier on the leg in front of him. He braces his arm against Asami’s chest, his other hand on one of his wide shoulders, leaning back against the arm wrapped around his waist.

That insufferable smirk is back, but those gorgeous golden eyes are hooded and aglow, looking down at him like a panther does his fallen prey or a dragon does his treasure.

“Who the fuck do you think your trying to mark up, you bastard?” He spits out, most of the poison lost because of his breathlessness.

Asami simply chuckles and tries to lean back in, tries lick back into his mouth. Akihito leans away again and grins at the confusion on the handsome face in front of him.

“Not a bad start to my night.” He leans forward to hotly whisper into Asami’s ear. His hands smooth down the man’s chest, fixing any small wrinkle he may have caused in his perfect suit. He bites his bottom lip and gives the man a small smile, cheeks aglow and eyes flashing with excitement and arousal.

“Bye.” Akihito whispers as the elevator dings. And all Asami can do is watch him disappear at a run through the lobby doors while he smirks down at the key between his fingertips.
. . .

Akihito knows hindsight is a bitch to everyone but fucking hell, why? The address sent to him by the number is a run down club in a bad part of town. And he looks way way way way too good to be there. He knows this from experience and the way Asami looked like he would have taken him right there in the elevator. Also by the way everyone on the street is looking at him like he’s fresh meat and they’re all salivating dogs. God, he’d much rather have had Asami thoroughly wreck him tonight.

He has no doubt the man can do it.

As is he calls himself several ugly names and reminds himself never to do something like this again just like he has done many times before. And then he heads inside. He sits at the bar and it doesn’t take long for a sleazy looking, forty-something greasy man to come up to him and sit on the stool beside him. He motions for the bartender to serve them. Akihito thinks he’d rather die than ever take the risk of accepting a drink in a place like this.

“You’re Takaba Akihito, I assume?” The man says, obviously trying to sound charming. Akihito recognizes it as the voice on the phone right away. He shivers in disgust, but nods curtly, eyes sweeping his surroundings.

Their drinks are placed before them and the man stands while grabbing his, “Grab your drink, lets take this somewhere with a little less ears.”

Akihito hates it, but can only agree. As they leave the room he misses another blond head watching him with suspicion.

He follows the man down a dimly lit hallway and into a just as dim office. The man kicks the door shut behind them.

“I’m Sakazaki.” The man offers eyes raking over Akihitos body and then unashamedly inclining his head to offer the boy a seat as well.

Akihito sets his glass on the low table between them and sits forward with his elbows on his knees, “What do you have for me Sakazaki-San?”

The man chuckles nastily, “I think the real question is what do you have for me?”

Akihito smiles, showing his teeth: not funny. His gut is screaming run. “What do you mean?”

Sakazaki tsks, “Kids these days are so impolite.” He leans forward, leering. “What I mean is, if I scratch your back you need to scratch mine. Before I would have given you the information free of charge just for the sheer pleasure of seeing it in the papers...but know that I’m seeing you in person I’m thinking there’s a lot more pleasure to be had than I originally thought.”

Akihito doesn’t know how someone as ugly, turned on and drunk as Sakazaki can even string together that many words. A blush of anger sweeps over his whole body. He was not a whore. And this business had never succeeded in making him one.

“Fuck you.” He says straightly, standing and taking a step towards the door.

“That’s the idea.” Sakazaki snaps back grabbing his arm roughly, his mouth still curling in a creepy smile.

Akihito smiles back coldly, “Kiss my ass.” And kicks Sakazaki has hard as he can between the legs. Streaking to the door, slamming it open and sprinting down the hall. Sakazaki yells and he hears him stumbling after him. Akihito glances over his shoulder at the quickly catching up enraged ugly ass man and doesn’t see the leg put out in front of him and trips over it, crashing to the floor on his hands and knees.

“Fuck, fuck.” He swears, scrambling up and taking one glance at the expensive looking Chelsea booted foot that tripped him before Sakazaki grips him by the hair and is roughly assisting with his ascent from the floor. He grips the wrist of one hand and is too disoriented to shield himself from the blow that lands across his mouth, lip splitting on his teeth, blood washing over his tastebuds.

“You fuckers never learn do you?” He jeers, before kneeing the man in the balls again, who was too busy nastily sniffing his hair.

And there’s no catching him this time. He disappears out the door and into the night streets before Sakazaki can see straight again. He’s panting and laughing with adrenaline as the cold air hits and stings his face. The sparkles in his wild eyes and the stars in the sky clear and bright.

. . .

He arrives back home still smiling, a little feral and still high. He stands in the elevator tapping his foot with overflowing energy as he shoots upwards towards his floor. The night was worth actual less than shit. But he feels alive, and with the memory of Asami’s searing kisses he’s happy he didn’t find anything out, bad or otherwise.

He sighs and runs hands through his wind blown hair as he reaches his floor and starts to feel calmer with the prospect of his hot shower and soft mattress. He stands at his door and reaches down in his back pocket under his wallet to retrieve his key.

He pauses and shakes his head in confusion but just assumes he put it in his other pocket and didn’t remember. The other pocket is also empty. “Shit, shit, shit.” He mumbles to himself digging into his front pockets.

What the actual fuck? Just his fucking luck. He sighs and turns around letting his head fall on his door with a thunk and then slides down until his butt lands on the floor. He fucking loves being alive, you know, it’s so convenient? He would personally put himself out of his misery and rid the world of another idiot if he dropped his house key in that jerk Sakazaki’s club.

He’s contemplating finding a roof to jump off of when the door across from him beeps and swings open. He starts from the slippered feet and look upwards...silky navy blue pajamas pants, bare chest, open house coat, glass of whiskey on the rocks...glowing golden eyes and that smirk. That infuriating, sexy smirk.

“Good evening kitten.” Asami says, looking down on him with way too much joy.

“Shut the fuck up with the kitten stuff Asami, does it look like I’m having a good evening to you?” Aki snaps, annoyed by how impeccable the man still looks.

Asami just laughs, and Akihito is definitely not drooling over how his abdominal muscles or chest tense and flex with the deep and dark pleasant sound.

“Looking for this?” He asks, the look and smile on his perfect face far too adoring and fond...and way too conveniently for the photographer’s poor luck, in between slender fingers, he holds Akihito’s lost key.

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Akihito is still seething. His heart still beating fast. But as he looks up at Asami smirking down on him with his key in between his finger tips he feels relief wash over him and a dry smile twisting his lips. He runs both hands through his hair letting out a quiet scatter brained chuckle. He pulls a little bit on the fistfuls of hair in his hands, the feeling grounding and reassuring. Somehow he’s here at home, safe...with his key by some miracle right in front of him and not lost at that shit bag’s club.

“Woah.” He comes back to reality with the pleasant grating deep voice of his neighbor, who must be trying to calm him down.

He lets out little eep of surprise as he feels the man’s presence beside him, close.

Asami’s back hits the wall beside Akihito and he slides down beside the boy, Akihito watches him, catches a little concerned glint there. It makes him pause, he follows the man’s profile as he sits beside him, cocking his head to the side trying to work the man out...trying to work out this new behavior.

When Asami settles beside him the man looks over to him that handsome smirk back in place. “Somehow I’m gathering your night wasn’t exactly what you implied it to be.”

Akihito laughs, his smiling eyes meeting Asami’s straight on. And Asami feels the thrill of it, the closeness of it...a human being standing up to him, standing next to him, meeting him here on common ground, unfair grounds even.

Akihito laughs and shakes his head again to avoid the intense look in Asami’s eyes. “Uh yeah, didn’t really go the way I thought it would either.”

“Had a couple of those myself.” Asami sighs confessing and Akihito giggles looking to him smiling, wild and free.

“I’m guess this is a cold day in hell, Asami Ryuichi admitting less than perfection?” Asami snickers back to him and allows the boy to relieve him of his glass. He watches the blond toss back his whiskey, hissing and smacking those pink lips Asami now knows the taste of.

“Better?” He asks, taking out a cigarette and lighting up watching the blond’s blue eyes sparkling and jumping back to his eyes and then down to where his lips are wrapped around it.

“I could use about three more.” Akihito says, and Asami grunts low in amused agreement. The boy watches as the smoke curls up and away from the man’s lips, takes a deep breath and can almost taste the nicotine, it’s been so long since he’s had one.

It’s quiet around them for a few seconds. Asami takes another long drag and watches the deep breath and the shiver that Akihito gives. He thinks something is being built right now. Sitting side by side on the floor in their hallway, knees touching in understanding silence...relaxing after their long days, breaths synchronizing and something pleasant and slow and liquid heat is building up instead of work stress and fear.

Asami watches as the glow from his cigarette butt reflects in Akihito’s big eyes. And the way he’s watching each deep breath in Asami’s chest.

“Would you like?” He asks offering and Akihito nods. Their gazes match with hooded eyes as Asami places it on his parted lips and Akihito takes a deep inhale, sighing in satisfaction feeling the nicotine rush through him. Asami smiles darkly and takes it back to his own mouth taking a deep breath and sighing out the smoke...

Akihito waits for a moment in the mounting tension, enjoying the build up for a few last seconds. He reaches over and plucks the cigarette hanging from Asami’s lips. The man just goes with him, lowering his legs as the boy swings his leg over to straddle his thighs.

Akihito takes a deep drag as he settles over the silk clad legs, and distractedly runs one hand down the robe over a wide pec and then watches as his figure tips close over the rippling abs and down to the v of the hip bone. He exhales smoke as he places his flat palm on the wide warm expanse of golden skin.

Asami only takes back his cigarette watching him from under hooded lids as he takes a draw and Akihito places both hands on his wide shoulders. Fingers dancing up the back of his neck, in the short hairs there. And then one wandering forward finding his jawline and tracing the perfect line of it. The artist in him so enthralled by Asami’s near perfect proportions. He sighs softly as his fingers drift down the line of his Adam’s Apple and then the hollow of his throat and the stretch of strong collar bones...

All tension gone, he rests his elbows on the man’s shoulders melting right in his space, chest against his, breaths mingling. Asami exhales right in his face and Akihito arches a brow at him through the smoke, and Asami gives a deep sound, a hum as he places the cigarette to Aki’s lips again and the boy takes one last drag before taking it from the man.

He exhales down and away from their faces sense he actually has manners. And then leans forward sitting up on his knees and placing a soft kiss on Asami’s lips. Still leaning on his elbow perched on the strong shoulder, it’s shallow and teasing. Letting the man feel the wetness of his mouth, but drawing back before it gets deep. He licks at the corner of his lip where he tastes liquor and something deep and dark that was purely this powerful, dangerous man.

He hums satisfied by the taste but hungry for more as he leans forward to breathe wet breaths down his neck and lick up to under his ear. He feels one of Asami’s large hands cup the back of his thigh rubbing up and down a few times before grabbing his ass and pulling him forward subtly. Akihito smiles against his skin thinking this was new, this wasn’t the Asami who had pinned him in the elevator. Where was that apex predator, that confident devil only wanting to satisfy himself and force Akihito to feel the same?

“Ask me in?” He questions, almost a whisper.

“Only if you’re staying.” Asami growls back lowly. And Akihito smirks.

“I don’t think that’s gonna be a problem.”

“Would you like to come in, kitten?” He asks, his other hand brushing hair away from Aki’s face and thumb pressing hard under his jaw making Akihito lift his chin and throw his head back.

The fire lighting in his belly is coming to blaze and he stands, Asami following right after him and he pushes past Asami’s door and into his dark apartment without any other ado. He follows the hall into the living room area, can feel Asami’s gaze and warmth at his back the whole way. He drops the cigarette butt into the the ashtray he spots on the coffee table and then Asami appears in front of him, a large warm hand on his chest shoving him back roughly.

And Akihito follows it, retreating until with another push his back lands against the floor to ceiling balcony windows. Asami is immediately in his space, pressing his body to the glass behind him with his own body. He has both his wrists in his hands and drags them up and over his head, and Akihito moans thunking his head back against the window. Asami’s eyes dilate watching the sexy display of sensual prowess and growls as he leans down to latch onto that place he hadn’t been allowed to mark earlier.

Akihito chuckles, “Bastard.” He whispers as his whole body shivers at Asami’s lips and teeth sucking and pulling at the sensitive skin of his neck.

He brokenly moans into their first real kiss of tonight, Asami’s tongue delving in deep and demanding and this is the Asami Akihito remembered. Their tongues glide and as Asami draws back Akihito chases after him licking at his tongue and lips and Asami makes some sound, somewhere between a growl and a groan.

Akihito whines as he pulls against the hands around his wrists his eyes latched on to the man’s face and then down at his exposed chest and stomach. Asami chuckles and then grabs either sides of the boy’s shirt and yanks apart, buttons falling to the ground as he manhandles the shirt off the smaller man’s body. Quick fingers undoing the button on his tight jeans, the cool air sending goosebumps all over his exposed skin and then Asami’s hands are on his hips running up his waist and over the curve of his rib age, thumbs rubbing roughly over his nipples and Akihito moans arching his back.

The man seems to pause for a moment, eyes black as he takes in Akihito gasping against the chilled glass, Akihito takes the moment and does some shoving of his own. Pushing the man back until his calves hit the coffee table and he sinks down onto it Aki crawling into his lap and pushing the robe down off his shoulders. Teeth and tongue rule the next hungry kisses as their bare chests meet and Akihito’s finger tips dig into the wide back, reveling in the powerful muscles rippling under his palms.

He grinds into the man’s erection as big hands on his hips shove his jeans down as far as he can, finger tips dipping down the small of his back then into his crack and Akihito shivers and moans into his mouth. The boy stands with the intentions of shoving his pants down but a thick arm wraps round his waist and pulls him up and over a wide shoulder. He giggles as he watches the living room disappear upside down.

He’s breathless and airborne for two seconds before he lands on the mattress. He tosses his head back moaning as fingers hook in the waist of his jeans and underwear and pull hard. They come off with unusual ease and Akihito groans guttural as the chilly air finally hits his dick, and forgetting for one second he’s not alone in the room, he spreads his legs and rubs his ass on the cool sheets wanting that erotic feeling where he wants to be touched more than anywhere else.

“Fuck.” He looks down, the low swearing reminding him he’s with Asami and the man is staring at him like he’s a five course meal and he’s been stranded in the desert for thirty days. The man is like a panther as he sinks to the mattress and crawls towards him.

“Are you ready?” He asks, voice so deep and gravely Akihito wonders giddily if he might have broke him.

Aki nods desperately, “Yeah I’m clean, cmon, cmon.”

His moan keens high in surprise as large hands on his waist flips him over and pushes his legs apart and up till he’s on his knees, face flushed and groaning into the sheets. Large hands grip his ass and pull him open and he arches his back pressing back, pink hole constricting and begging.

Lips and hot tongue latch onto him and Akihito’s screams are hidden in sobs of immense pleasure. He feels the man’s hand drift up his back and with a fist of hair push him down further into the mattress while his other hand around his hip pulls him up into his mouth. Akihito’s whole body is on fire feeling so deliciously used yet worshiped at the same time. His brain is still in the clouds when he feels wet, slick fingers instead of tongue and moans as two long, thick fingers are slower but consistently shoved into him.

“Ah fuck, that’s good.” He cries and sighs at the same time and he feels Asami chuckle at his back.

“Bout to fuck you, kitten.” The man grunts into his ear, tongue and teeth on his shoulder suddenly and Akihito arches into him, throwing his head back onto his wide shoulder, breaths being punched out of him as Asami’s fingers fuck him and spread him open.

“Ready.” He gasps out and Asami pulls away from his back and his fingers slide out. Akihito stays where he is arches out like the kitten Asami keeps calling him. He hears the slick sound of Asami coating himself in lube and then feels the thick head pushing in. He pushes back against Asami’s slow but consistent one. And he sobs brokenly as it seems to go on forever and then he bottoms out. Taking away Akihito’s sense of self he’s so deep inside of him.

“You’re so big,” he whimpers out, tears of pleasure and overwhelming sting his eyes. “God Asami, you’re so deep...fuck.” His fingers knot in the sheets and his body involuntarily twists and writhes. Asami’s hand land on his waist, grounding him and holding him still.

“I got you, it’s okay, c’mon kitten, feels so good right?” The man soothes a hand running over his stomach and Akihito feels even more lost as the man’s hand runs over the bump of his own cock through his stomach making the boy sob again.

“I, it does, oh my god...” he whines.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect.” Asami says softly, and then he’s grabbing Akihito’s ankle and pulling him onto his side still spit-fired, and then pulls his leg up over his shoulder opening the boy up wider and finally pulling out and pounding inside again.

Akihito sees white and screams and Asami lets out a groan himself and leans forward over him, one hand on the mattress and the other at the base of his throat as he begins to fuck in earnest.

Akihito has never truly understood the meaning of being fucked into the mattress until this moment. His body is being shoved up the bed, cries and sobs and screams being forced out of him. He can feel himself drooling, can feel Asami’s dick clear up to his ribcage it feels.

The man so thoroughly dominates him his mind is completely empty, only the feeling of being split open and held down is left. Only the small pain and huge pleasure, he gives himself over to it completely, to Asami completely. He’s nearing the edge so fast, the feeling is so overwhelming and powerful, more powerful even than any orgasm he’s had before.

“I’m close.” He chokes out and Asami grunts in response, fingers tightening around his throat and he sobs out loud breaths.

“Go ahead.” Asami urges, pace quickening and somehow becoming even harder. “C’mon kitten, I know you can do it, just on my cock. I know it’s splitting you apart. Look how well you take, just want to be used like this, right? Just want to be held down and forced to take it...”

Akihito sobs and tears officially begin slipping down as the dirty talk, humiliation and pleasure surmounts to something he can’t deal with. He hands grip the sheets beside his head as Asami’s hand tightens completely around his throat, he breath gone for three seconds and then the strangling grip is gone. Air rushes into his lungs as Asami punches it out again and he’s coming. Falling apart so deeply like never before, he wonders if this is it as black and white cover his vision and he screams, arching into the mattress, breathless sobs wracking his body as he rides the unbearable pleasure out.

“Fucking fuck...” Asami grits out and pulls Akihito onto his next three thrusts before he pulls out and Akihito shivers as he feels hot cum splatter over his overly sensitive skin. The look on Asami’s face as he climaxes is gorgeous and concentrated, so primal and possessive that Akihito feels his dick dribble more cum and he whimpers with the over sensitive pain/pleasure.

The man lowers himself with a huff beside him on the mattress and strong warm arms pull him close to the sweat damp chest. He moans brokenly into the messy slow kiss he’s pulled into and presses his face into the fingers that wipe his tears away from his red cheeks.

“Fucking hell, Kitten, you good?” The man sighs, and Akihito finds himself smiling through the blurriness of his post orgasm haze. Brain barely aware of anything but Asami, his thighs and hole can still feel him like a phantom. He hums and sighs, his whole body floating and aching, fuzzy and heavy at the same time.

His eyes are coasting open and closed but he feels the kiss pressed into his shoulder and the warm hand running the length of his body, from ribcage to flank, he shivers and pushes himself closer to the man radiating heat.

“If you think I’m ever letting you go after this...” A deep whisper floats over his senses, he doesn’t have enough brain power recovered to address it or complain. But his instincts and pleasantly humming nerves completely melt into the promise...

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Akihito comes to awareness slowly. The air is pleasantly warm and smells clean with some musky scent underlying, he sighs deeply rubbing his face more into the nice smelling pillows. It occurs to him that this is what smells so good. It’s an expensive clean yet masculine smell and he presses in closer nuzzling the tip of his nose into it.

The warmth around him vibrates with his actions and his pillow shivers and rises with a deep exhale. Not a pillow. He slowly opens his eyes into subdued sunlight by curtains and blinks his eyes several times pressing the side of his face deeper into Asami’s warm skin. He’s lying with his head on his chest in the crook of his arm and the man’s strong arm around him and hand resting on his waist. He sighs with content, his own fingertips swishing back and forth over slowly rising and falling caramel abs.

He leans further into Asami, sighing deeply as he own naked skin comes in contact with the overly hot seeming skin. He can feel the ache in his lower back and between his legs, generally his whole body subtly pulsed with his heartbeat. He hitches his leg up on Asami’s hip to stretch out and shift his weight. He hums at the pleasant feeling, squirms and closes his eyes as cool air hits his over sensitive parts.

Asami’s arm follows him, landing on the swell of his hip. His body automatically shivers at the feeling of the man’s large hand on his skin. How many times had they gone at it last night? He remembers the slow, exploratory way he’d ridden Asami for the second round, and how Asami had taken him on his hands and knees the third time using a handful of his hair to pull him back into every single awe-inspiring deep thrust.

Akihito blushes, barely able to recall the way he’d hiccuped through their last round in desperate, over sensitive tears the need to get away but for more tearing his mind apart. But he can clearly remember golden eyes burning and meeting his gaze head on the entire excruciating time. Asami on his elbows hovering over his face their exhausted breaths punching out and mingling. The slow steady way he’d rutted into him, so intent and purposefully, Akihito thought through his last world shattering slow orgasm that this was so easy but so personal, so close so unworryingly treading on dangerous ground.

He cried Asami’s name as the man thrust into him a few more times, groaning or growling brokenly as he came into Akihito one last time. Holding the boy close as the blond came down with trembles and hiccups leaving wet sucking kisses on his neck and collarbones. Aki recollects something wet and warm wiping him clean as he floats before strong arms pulled him close and down into a gentle warmth of safety and completely numbing left over pleasure.

He smiles to himself thinking about it. That was the best sex ever had in his life for sure. He feels totally fucked out still. Like the cat that got the cream and he stretches full body not caring he’s rubbing himself along the length of Asami’s body. He’s forgotten what a good round of sex could do for his mood and stress levels.

The arm around him tightens at his movements and then runs up lazily to thread long fingers through his hair.

“You’re awake?” A deep husky morning voice asks, and Aki looks up to find golden eyes fixed on him and gives the man a sunny, still slightly sleepy smile.

“Mm,” he answers, stretching again plastering himself against the big warm body next to him. Asami’s only reaction his to pull him even closer. “Have you been awake long?” He asks, mumbled into gold skin and Asami chuckles, Akihito feels the sound like sexual low lying thunder under his ear.

“Not long.” Asami says softly, Akihito can tell he’s still looking at the top of his head so he turns completely on his stomach, half of his body resting on Asami’s side. He props himself up on the man’s chest with his elbow, stretching his neck up to allow him to place gentle, warm sleepy kisses against those wicked lips, miraculously not smirking.

Asami’s hums deeper than Akihito has heard him of it, his hand cupping the back of his head and pulling him into more relaxed kisses. They’re so slow and deep and something bigger that Akihito finds himself moaning opening and brokenly into them, fingers scratching into Asami’s chest as the businessman holds him close and powerless, licking into his mouth, biting and sucking on his lips. Licks messily from his chin to his top lip.

“Asami...” he says breathlessly, reaching up a hand cupping his jawline and drawing him closer deeper into a give-all kiss, fingers going back until they close around raven strands and pull the man closer yet. He growls, surging forward and knocking Akihito back onto the mattress, eyes blown and chest panting already. The larger man turns on his side, Akihtio’s head falling to the crook of his elbow, hovering over the slender form lying in his bed.

“You can’t let me lead for one second?” The boy mumbles against now smirking lips.

Asami chuckles low, “Pushing you down, bending you to my desires and making you love every second of it is far too tempting.”

Akihito’s shivers as the raven licks over his lips, “Fair enough.” He whispers as his lips are taken in a devouring embrace again. He thoughtlessly opens his legs and arches his back as two fingers slip into him with such wet ease making him moan open mouthed into the mouth against his. He grinds down onto the thick, long appendages inside him the raw pain flaring for an instant and causing tears to sting his eyes as he whimpers and circles his hips.

Asami’s kisses down his neck, teeth catching on his ear, “Shsh kitten, I’ve got you. Just let me...”

And as Asami sinks into him and over him and all around him, slowly but surely like night falling over the whole world...Akihito cannot find it in him to complain.

. . .

Akihito’s standing in front of the mirror looking over his neck and shoulders with a towel wrapped around his hips, having just stepped out of the shower. Asami is behind him towel drying his black hair. Akihito bites his bottom lip as he runs his fingertips over some of the dark bruises.

“You have a problem.” He says, arching a brow at the man through the mirror. And Asami just smirks right back at him, looking up and eyes turning predatory again as he peruses the dark purple and pink marks on Akihito’s perfect skin.

He steps up to his back, form shadowing Aki’s small one as they take each other in through the mirror. Large warm hands rub down his arms before pulling him back against his shower damp and warm chest. Akihito willingly leans into him for a few quiet moments.

He blinks as he feels Asami’s hand on his face, tilting his chin to the side a little. The pad of his thumb gently grazing over his lips until it finds the small wound at the corner of his mouth and he presses it, causing Aki to flinch and pull back only resulting in Asami’s thumb sinking into the warm, wet heat. He drags the spit over the small wound, something unreadable and dark in his hooded gaze.

“What happened to your lip?” He asks, voice gravely and grinding in Akihito’s head where it leans against his breastbone.

Akihito pauses before answering, the looks between them weighty and questioning. Were they really taking it here? Were they really going into questions like this? Is this what they both wanted...something more than mind blowing sex?

Akihito tilts his head with the innocent questioning look but answers for them both, “Some asshole who thought just cuz I was pretty I want to spread my legs for everyone.”

He feels the powerful man behind him tense and watches the dark look in his eyes bloom and bloom and bloom. He shivers, with not one ounce of fear though.

“Don’t worry,” Akihito says flippantly, as the man wraps both arms around his front and the blond lays back his head and places his hands on the strong forearms over his chest. “He got kicked in the balls...twice.”

Asami chuckles distractedly and then presses a gentle, worshipful kiss into his golden hair. “Don’t let other men touch you, Akihito.” He whispers just above his ear, sending shivers down the smaller male’s form.

Their eyes meet in the mirror. Asami’s daring him to challenge the claim he’d just placed. So this was it? They were really doing this, Asami Ryuchi was really telling him this was more than casual?

Something equally as dark bleeds into Akihito’s eyes as they meet each other head on, no words are needed to insure that they both understand that something has been born and that something was growing. Growing and swelling and burning between them continuously.

Akihito smiles and clears his throat, blushing at the terribly cliche words Asami had just made sound searing hot. He wiggles out of the man’s arms.

“Yeah, well, like I said. You have a problem.” He snarks, smiling over his shoulder as he goes to look for his clothes. And Asami smiles after him calmly. Hell yes, when it came to Takaba Akihito he definitely had a control problem.

. . .

There was no where in this world Akihito loves more than his studio. The old fashioned wide open space with wood flooring and white walling was an incubator for his inspiration, the walls lined with his own works and his favorites by other photographers and artists. His office was his safe space, everything the way he liked it. Cameras perfectly organized and safe in their locked glass cages. Gone were the days when he had to protect his camera more than his own life.

Still the passion burned within him with the same strength even though he no longer had to vie every single day for his every mouthful. As before mentioned it had been a little over a year since the last time he’d chased a story. He had an upright, stable business he had no need for such things. Such dangerous things...and trust him he’d almost lost his life more times than he can count.

Unwittingly it put him in more danger than before. Akihito has not thought about it. But now his name was easily searched and found, the address to his studio and his phone number just as easy to get a hold of. Anyone who wanted to contact him, or had the patience to wait at his work would eventually find him.

It’s for the last time that day that he opens his studio with a light heart...

“Who is it?” Akihito calls as he hears the door to his studio open, the old fashioned bell dinging as it opens and closes. He gets up from his desk where he’s editing photos and walks towards the front of the studio. His heart sinks.

“Sakazaki-san...what are you doing here?” He asks, drily. He shows none of his fear, only tapping into the anger he feels at being tracked to his safe place. His phone he holds tightly, prepared to call the police in the blink of an eye.

“Not very welcoming.” The man responds with a disgusting laugh. “You left the other day before we finished our little talk.”

Akihito snorts, “You may have not been finished, but I was. Show yourself out please.”

“I know you were looking for dirt on Asami Ryuichi.” Akihito’s ears perked up and he turns back towards the nasty looking man.

“What is it that you know?” Akihito asks, still on full guard. Sakazaki laughs nastily again.

“It’s dirt on his business, I found out a few months ago. You see, I just wanted to know will you print it if I were to want to hand it over?” The glint in the man’s eyes shows he thinks he is largely in the lead of whatever little game he’s playing here.

Akihito shrugs carefully, “I was more into criminal journalism, you know? Doesn’t sound much like my genre.”

“Trust me there’s crime enough to go around.”

Akihito frowns. “So it’s nothing to do with Asami personally, just his business...you mean someone who works for him?”

Sakazaki looks slightly stricken as Akihito arrives at that conclusion. This man is an idiot, the photographer thinks.

Aki sighs, “Look, I was interested in leads concerning the man himself not aiding you in some personal vendetta. I can’t help you Sakazaki-san, and if you don’t leave I’m calling the cops.” He tries to look as genuinely sorry as he possibly can and at the end incredibly fearless.

Backing out the door, shaking his finger at Akihito Sakazaki looks livid and even uglier than usual, “Trust me, you’ll want the story when I bring it to you...or else. You don’t know how bad I could fuck you up Akihito-Chan.”

With that thinly veiled threat he disappears into the street and Akihito sighs, running as hand down his face. Fuck him. How did he always manage to mess up a good thing?

Whether he was thinking of the security of his studio or of Asami he doesn’t rightly know himself.

. . .

“That Takaba is quite the beauty, you know?” Sakazaki questions, his lips anchored on a pale shoulder, fist gripped tightly in roughly textured, dyed blond hair. “He’s a natural after all.” He teases meanly, circling his hips making the man beneath him hiss and glare at the insult.

“Fuck you, Sakazaki.”

Sakazaki only laughs it off, “Even if you pretend to hate this, I know you love it, you slut. You pretend like I’m blackmailing you into this whole thing, and the only reason you sleep with me is to keep HIM from finding out...but I know you love it, you filthy whore.”

Sudoh can only moan and flush with rage and humiliation from underneath his lover and torturer. Now he has someone else to center it all on as well...Takaba Akihito.

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It’s business as usual. Except Akihito now must live knowing what is just at his finger tips. What his neighbor is capable of. What he himself is capable of feeling and experiencing. It’s not as easy as he expected to just go back to everyday life. The desire and expectation hums in his veins and under his skin like a constant echo of a high.

He buries himself in work for the next few days. Things with Sakazaki and Asami piling up and forcing the photographer back to what he knew. To what he was used to and acclimated to and in control of. The fear and uncertainty of having that disgusting man in his safe spot was the worst thing he could imagine...and he’s feeling pushed to a ledge by it. Keyed up and breathless when he thinks of it.

The paranoia at work was surmounting. He’s looking out his windows and locking his doors and hurrying through the streets like some type of criminal himself. He’d forgotten what it felt like and he curses himself and his curiosity for ever giving in and calling that number after so long.

After several days he had worn himself down completely and he trudges home feeling like cat shit, scratched away and covered up by dirt. He feels spread thin and like his head weighs a thousand pounds, his eyes actually coast shut as he rides the elevator up to his floor.

He sighs as he grabs his key and approaches his door yawning into the crook of his elbow. His feet land on something soft and he gives a comical pause before looking down to his shoes. He’s standing on a brown door mat. Much like the one he’d gifted Asami, only this one couldn’t pass as a Brillo pad. He takes two steps pack to look at it completely.

‘A Kitten Lives Here’ it reads and Akihito throws his head back with laughter.

“Fuck, who knew that bastard actually had a sense of humor.” He shakes his head, tiredly ruffling his hair and lets himself inside after thoroughly wiping his feet on the new mat.

He’d thank he’s neighbor later, he thinks as he lands with a humph on his couch and immediately drifts off.

. . .

Akihito wakes feeling very refreshed. The relief from the much needed laugh last night giving him peace through the night and smiles sleepily thinking of the dark haired man and his deep insistent kisses.

His schedule was relatively clear so he lazily dressed in some sweats and headed down to buy some easy breakfast and a cup of coffee from the cafe just across the street.

It was a pretty morning and after the first drinks of his coffee he was feeling like a hundred bucks. While waiting in line for his bagel he starting plotting how he’d get back at Asami for this latest occasion in their saga. The door mat was good. Very good. And caught Aki totally unawares he hadn’t expected Asami to do something like that in a million years.

But now that he thinks of it. Asami wouldn’t pass an opportunity to call him kitten and subtly humiliate him with the nickname. He shakes his head with a wry but fond smile on his lips. This time it had to be something really good, sarcastic and cruel...enough to catch Asami’s attention. And maybe, just maybe spark something else into happening.

He’s sauntering back into his building deep in thought munching on his bagel and licking his fingers when he spots a strange new man in his lobby. He cocks his head to one side watching him carefully, the paranoia making him pause even at the smallest thing.

He’s slender and a bit taller than Aki. That’s a really great dye job, Akihito thinks as he sips his coffee. The designer clothes he had on were also really nice and fitted and Akihito was too nice to notice how slutty they were.

The man is just kind of standing there looking around and looking like he’s straining way too hard to be inconspicuous. Aki sighs and rubs at his brow, what the hell was this now? He walks over and peers up at the guy’s face and then down his figure, biting from his bagel again. The blond guy looks disgusted.

“Can I help you?” Aki asks, curiously but trying to be sweet. Never know, his looks and smile had opened up more doors than you could imagine.

He prickles under the condescending glare he gets. “I’m just waiting to meet someone.” The man says waving him off like he’s royalty. He gives Aki another disgusted glance down. “Shouldn’t a lobby boy be wearing a uniform and be acting more refined?” He says with a sneer, looking away as if Aki was less than the dirt on the floor.

Akihito sighs, “Yes they should, but not to assholes like you.” He shakes his head and waves the blond off tiredly and begins to walk off. He yells when he feels a heavy slap across the back of his head and turns to glare at the FAKE blond.

“The fuck?” He growls and promptly kicks the guy in his shin as hard as he can.

The blond looks taken aback and enraged simultaneously. “Just wait,” he splutters, “When Asami hears of this you’re gonna get fired.”

Akihito’s eyes light up. So this asshole knew Asami? What an interesting twist to current events. He supposes it takes one to know one though. He tilts his head to the side taking the man in anew.

He WAS dressed like a slut. And he was waiting in the lobby which meant he didn’t know the floor or number of Asami’s apartment...which in all likely hood meant he wasn’t supposed to be there at all. Aki feels that all too familiar glee soar inside him and he has to swallow down his laugh. This was too perfect.

The fake blonde was obviously there to achieve some sort of seduction and Aki can only imagine Asami’s wrath when awakened. He bites the inside of his cheek to keep himself from bursting into laughter at the thought of the guy attempting to stalk the crime lord ever succeeding in seducing that insufferable man.

The taller blond turns away muttering something about suing and how dare Akihito even touch him with his dirty self as he brushes his designer clothes down...this guy was super annoying!!

His luck was turning around. This was a golden opportunity just falling into his lap. Asami would never be able to top this one.

“Oh I can point you towards Asami’s apartment.” He says off handedly to the man walking away. This stops him in his tracks and Akihito wants to snicker with how pathetic it is.

“You know where Asami’s apartment is?” He asks with a dubiously arched brow.

Aki nods far too obligingly. “Sure, I’ll tell you since I kicked you in the shin and you cried like a pussy.”

“Why you...!”

“Ah Ah Ah,” he tsks, still with a friendly smile on his face. “I’m the one who has the information you want, remember?”

The bigger blond blinks in surprise as if he’s wondering how this got turned around on him. God, maybe that blond was real Aki thinks. He’s not even this dumb and his roots are white blond.

Hungry eyes and ears take the floor and apartment number from Aki like a miserable and starving predator. Akihito wonders minutely if he should feel bad or worried, but he waves it off. He’d had to deal with insults and physically being attacked (okay slight over exaggeration) because this guy knew Asami and he was lurking in their lobby. He was an asshole and he deserved whatever Asami gave him and Asami...

Akihito giggles watching the fake blond get in the elevator. Asami could kiss his ass if he didn’t think it was funny. Because it was uproariously hilarious and Akihito was a genius. He turns to head back out of the building to finish his breakfast and wait a while before he goes back home laughing all the while.

. . .

After a short work day Akihito opens up his balcony doors and lets in the cool air. He’s already eaten and put on his pjs, he’s thinking a movie maybe and then early bedtime. He hasn’t heard hide nor tail of his neighbor and he’s wondering if perhaps Asami hadn’t minded that obnoxious blond or if he was plotting his revenge...or maybe he was just way too busy for the young photographer.

He sighs brushing fingers through his hair, nails soothing against his scalp as he turns on the tv about to cuddle into his couch and blankets. That’s when he sees it, the lights are on for Asami’s balcony and sure enough as he steps up to the door he can see the man sitting in one of the chairs. He’s holding his customary cigarette, white shirt unbuttoned three times and sleeves rolled up showing thick, veiny forearms.

“Hello kitten.” He greets without looking up, voice gravely and sending shivers down Aki’s spine.

“Hey,” the blond returns easily, watching what of the profile he can see. “Bad day?”

Asami turns more towards him with one arched brow, “Not particularly. Why? Did you get up to something?” That smirk makes its first much anticipated appearance.

Akihito laughs, “Of course not, isn’t a guy allowed to care?”

Asami echoes him with a chuckle. Akihito’s breath leaves him as the man reaches up and cards his fingers through his always perfect dark hair. God, he looks so hot, he is so hot...and Akihito can’t himself thinking of their night together. Of the things those hand did in his own hair, on his body.

When he comes back to himself Asami’s glowing gold eyes meet his, burning with the same fire and desire as his own. The man doesn’t move or speak though, just meets his gaze and they look at each other for a few breathless seconds tension surmounting.

Akihito can’t take it anymore, “What is it?” He pokes the bear, or panther more like, “Too tired old man?”

Asami finally chuckles and shakes his head, sitting forward and dropping his cigarette into the ashtray beside him. “I bought a bottle of wine since you drank mine.” He stands and turns completely towards Akihito, hands casual and relaxed in his pockets. “Should we have that drink now?” The proposition in his tone clear. And Aki shivers but smiles showing his teeth.

“Sounds fair. I’ll open the door for you.” Without further ado they both head indoors and Akihito opens his front door with a teasing smirk on his face thinking Asami looked tired and maybe he needed Akihito more than Akihito needed him tonight.

He yelps in shock as his arm is grabbed as soon as he opens his door and he’s jerked out of his own apartment and into Asami’s.

“Oh, you’re in so much trouble, kitten.”

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His door bell rings. And the only reason he isn’t filled with absolute annoyance is because it’s his morning off and Kirishima nor Suoh would’ve been knocking at his door without a phone call. Which only left one person it could possibly be. Akihito. And that definitely wasn’t a cause for irritation.

There’s a satisfying jump in his pulse and he stands, undoing two buttons of his casual polo as he heads to the door, his usual smirk finding its way to his lips. Thoughts of flashing blue eyes and thin, lean rippling limbs and torso spin through his mind amidst coffee buzz and hazy morning tv veg.

Asami swings the door open without looking through the peephole with a raised eyebrow and fond smile already forming.

His face immediately falls.

What the absolute fuck was Sudoh Shuu doing at his door? How the fuck? He doesn’t bother to hide his heaving sigh.

“Do you always come to your door looking so alluring?” The blond asks boldly. But it doesn’t come off attractive like it does with Akihito, it just comes off desperate and sleazy and intrusive.

“What are you doing here, Sudoh?”

The smaller man’s countenance falls obviously, and he loses a lot of his sexual allure that Asmai would admit he had when he tried hard. Asami almost laughs because he apparently didn’t think of a cover story and he doesn’t even begin to hold a candle to Akihito.

“Th, there’s a problem at Draeceana...” he trails off and looks scared. Asami feels one grain of sand better.

“No.” The crimelord says firmly, “Why are you here, in my new, secure, undisclosed apartment building?”

Sudoh transitions between draining all color and flushing with embarrassment. Asami waits letting the tension rise for Sudoh.

“W, we, well I didn’t know if you lived here or not...but that ragged lobby boy gave me your apartment number. You should really stay somewhere with better staff and security.”

Asami cocks his head regarding the blond with a condescending raised brow. “What did this lobby boy look like?” He asks, crossing his arms and leaning against the door frame obviously inhospitable.

“Uhm...” Sudoh stammers, hurrying to be helpful. “Messy blond hair, white sweats and raggedy hoodie. He kicked me in the shin...” he shakes his head and scoffs in disbelief. “Can you believe that?”

White sweat pants was all Asami needed to hear. He was intimately acquainted with those sweat pants. How many nights had Akihito teased him with the tight material over his amazing ass as he chatted with him across their balcony railing? Those sweat pants seemed to be the only piece of clothing Akihito would willingly wear.

He chuckles as it comes to him what Akihito had done, and he runs his fingers through his hair. Sudoh looks unsure how to react and smiles nervously, regaining some of his sexual persona he’d had when Asami opened the door.

“Sudoh.”

“Yes sir?” The man answers, and his hooded gaze makes Asami sick.

“This building doesn’t have a lobby boy. So I’m assuming you insulted and got kicked in the shin by a kid who makes twice or thrice as much as you do since he stays in this building.” He enjoys as a completely humiliated and abhorred expression overtakes Sudoh’s carefully done up face. “And since you insulted him he sent you up here to make a complete fool out of yourself...” He stands up straight and brushes a little speck of dust off his shirt and looks at the blond down his nose, “In which he succeeded I must say.”

Sudoh stands with his mouth opening and shutting like a fish.

“Now get out of my building before I call security. Make an appointment if there is anything pressing to discuss as usual.” He finishes coolly and shuts his door without waiting for a response.

Walking back into the living area he laughs in disbelief at the young blond man that had recently come into his life. There’s a wildness and fondness in his gaze as he shakes his head and imagines Akihito’s eyes flashing and laugh tinkling as he set Asami up.

Annoying as it was Asami had to laugh. He knew of no one who would do that to him. Could do that to him. Akihito amazed him, amused him, and aroused him. Challenged him and met him in the middle. Pushed back and pulled his own weight, he didn’t care about Asami’s power or money. And the boy loved to push his buttons...he could see it flaming in his eyes.

Akihito reveled in the thrill of risking Asami’s reactions. And Asami loved to deal them out. To conquer and own that bravery and spark of light that burned so brightly within the small blond. To watch Akihito surrender it, to melt and meld into his blazing heat.

He can’t wait to exact payment, and Akihito can bet his last dollar Asami was coming to collect.
. . .

Akihito lands breathless on Asami’s mattress the larger man hovering above. Their eyes locked and breaths mingling. Asami’s large hands wrapped around Akihito’s forearms and holding them down to the bed beside his head. Akihito struggles for one moment, just for the fun of it before he stills.

Quick as lighting he arches and licks a stripe over Asami’s lips landing back on the mattress and giving a giggle.

“Are you sure you’re up for this Asami-sama?” He asks coyly, “Didn’t you already do your hospitality for today?”

Asami chuckles and Akihito echoes him, blue eyes gobbling up the gorgeous upwards tilt of the larger man’s lips and the deep, rumbling laugh that vibrates against his own chest. He bends his legs at the knees allowing Asami’s torso to drop between them pushing them that much closer together.

“You know if you asked anybody else in this city to do that to me they’d rather shoot their own mother dead?” He asks, with an imperiously raised brow as he watches Akihito’s nimble fingers undo his shirt buttons.

Akihito sends him a flat look, his eyes following his own fingers as he runs them up until they’re through Asami’s hair, he tugs gently to bring him closer and hums when they’re only a breath apart.

“Ass kissers.” He whispers, and Asami growls surging forward to take Akihito’s lips in an immediate hot and mind numbing kiss. The boy moans unabashedly into it, grinding into Asami’s abs as the dark haired man sucks on his lower lip and licks into his gaping mouth possessively. Like Akihito couldn’t possibly mind because he was Asami’s to kiss.

And he was probably right. Akihito bites sharply at Asami’s upper lip and throws his whole body weight against as the man jerks back. They roll over Akihito coming out on top, showing his teeth as he grins and blond hair falling around his face. He jerks off his tank and moans throwing his head back as Asami’s large hands run up his sides, cupping the curve of his ribcage.

Akihito grabs Asami’s hands and lowers back down over his chest. The larger man allowing him to press his hands to the mattress over his head. Akihito sinks into Asami’s mouth, it’s so wet and messy, tongues searching mouths and Asami’s chasing Aki’s taste as the boy draws back. The blond nips at his bottom lip and then chin before latching onto one of the golden perfect collarbones before him and Asami simply watches, pupils blown to entirely black.

Akihito’s nails scratch over his ribcage and then spread over his pecs, wet mouth sucking just one moment on a dusky nipple before he sinks lower and leaves a love bite where his stomach and pec met. Sucks on it and darkens it right up before rising onto his palms and breathing a shallow wet kiss into the ravens mouth and then repeating his biting, sucking kiss just below the man’s ear.

Asami chuckles darkly, “What are you doing, kitten?” One of his large hands cards through blond hair, thumb gently coasting over a delicate cheekbone. “You’re the one that’s in trouble.”

Akihito raises his head to smirk back at his lover, “Doesn’t look that way now does it?” He asks but gasps in pain and rocks forward groaning brokenly as Asami’s other hand lands sharply on his left butt cheek. And cracks down again, eliciting yet another broken moan.

The gentle hand in his hair tightens and Akihito whimpers, stretching his neck to alleviate the pull. “You only do what I allow you to.” Asami says deeply, hand pulling him back up into a searing, nearly painful kiss. The raven plants his feet on the mattress and grabs Akihito’s wrists as he flips them once again.

“You brat.” He murmurs as he yanks Aki’s hands far above his head, stretching his body and causing his back to arch deliciously.

Akihito grunts and struggles with a chuckle, “You bastard.” He huffs out as he finally stills only to try and buck the man off his hips a moment later. Asami hardly moves and laughs lowly in the blonds face.

“Time to pay your dues.” He whispers as he follows Akihito’s example, biting cruelly at the plump bottom lip and licking from his Adam’s Apple up to under his chin. Akihito moaning brokenly as he sinks his teeth in beneath his ear and sucking an immediate dark bruise into the perfect pale skin. His fingernails ghost over sensitive pink nipples and Asami grins against bruising flesh as the boy struggles unconsciously, rubbing himself distractedly against his abs.

Asami reaches under the pillows for the strip of fabric he’d left there earlier with this very moment in mind. Akihito gives pause as the silky tie is wrapped around his wrists. Their eyes meet for the tension filled moment and the inward fire blazes. Asami chuckles as Akihito struggles mischievously for a second. The knots are finished in a second though and Asami watches satisfied as the blond struggles for a moment straining to look at the bindings above him.

“This better be your favorite tie.” The boy growls. And Asami laughs whole heartedly at the reaction.

“Of course.” He responds, dipping to get another kiss and Akihito bites his upper lip sharply enough that Asami’s hisses.

“I’ll be sure to absolutely destroy it then.” The boy snarks with an arched brow.

And Asami growls hands lowering to Akihito’s sweat pants and pulling them down along with his underwear. “I’m done with our little game for now kitten.” He says, as one of his palms slide under his knee and spreads his legs. Akihito willingly goes with him, spreading wider as the man undoes his own pants pushing them down and away and sinking between his pale thighs.

They both breathe low groans into each other’s space as their exposed skin touches and their cocks slide against each other. Akihito watches panting as Asami cracks open the lube and coats his fingers all while gently rocking them together.

“Ah god...” Akihito sighs as one long finger sinks into him without ado. Another is soon following and Akihito arches his back and struggles mindlessly against the tie as Asami’s long fingers scratch along the walls of his most sensitive place.

He tosses his head and cries out as Asami adds another and he brings one of his knees up with the pained ecstasy. Asami gently takes his ankle and guides the leg over his shoulder, hot mouth licking and kissing over Aki’s chest and stomach as his fingers pump in and out of him firmly.

Akihito is continuously moaning above him, his hips circling to meet every inward push. His eyes sightless one the ceiling, fingers tenses in the comforter he’s grabbed on to.

Asami can’t drink in enough of the sight as the boy becomes immersed in the pleasure and the rhythm. And he can’t be apart from him any longer, Akihito chokes on his whine at the missing fingers as the large cock sinks into him in one thrust.

Asami starts a quick but deep pace at once, watching as Akihito’s eyes roll back in his head and his pretty mouth falls open as he hitches his leg further over his shoulder. He slides his hand up the boy’s chest and throat until he sinks two of his fingers between those pink pillowy lips.

Akihito moans around them, already drooling and noisily sucks on them, tongue running between them and suction holding them to the roof of his mouth. Asami groans at the doubled sensations Akihito is giving him, his other hand going to the boy’s waist and uses it to yank him down onto his cock with each thrust.

Akihito sobs his name over and over as he begins to cry with the pleasure and as much as Asmai loves it that dark part of him wants to hear the boy screaming through his tears. He pulls out ignoring the whimpers he gets and effortless flips Akihito’s body over, the boy trembles and struggles back to his knees as Asami grabs his hips and impales him again with his dick.

He leans over the entirely overwhelmed blond slipping his arm under the white thin one and wrapping his hand around the slender throat and pulling the younger man up against his chest. Sinking him entirely on the length and girth of his cock.

Akihito finally screams as he sinks down the rest of the way, Asami’s hand directing his bound hands behind his own dark head and using the hand around his neck to guide the boy’s head to his shoulder. Then he places both on the boys waist and begins to fuck up into him in earnest as he pulls the boy down into every single soul-numbingly deep thrust.

Akihito is limp in his hold tears streaming down his cheeks, his mouth swollen and hanging open. Each one of Asami’s quick thrusts punching adorable little “uh uhs” from him and Asami is high with it. High with the power, the control...the vulnerability of the small creature in his arms.

“Gonna destroy you.” He growls into the sweaty hair beside his lips, “Gonna fucking break you in two.” He grunts and Akihito cries out louder at that, wailing around Asami’s fingers, the drool down to Asami’s wrist now.

“A, Ah, Asami,” he manages out, “Pl, pl...” the crime lord nips at his ear lobe and suddenly releases him, pushing him forward. Akihito whines and gasps through his tears as he lands on his knees. Chest and face pressed into the mattress as Asami places a hand on his shoulder blades and forces him down into his deepest arch possible, knees so far apart Akihito can feel the burn even through his haze of pleasure.

“Fuck.” Asmai says, voice so deep Akihito can feel it’s vibration in the mattress under him. “Look at you...fucking perfect.” His hand spreads all the way down his back to the top of his ass. And Akihito jerks as he squeezes a handful of the flesh pulling him even further on the cock completely sunk into his body.

“Uh, a, Asami,” he gasps into the sheets, his drool on them and all round his lips sloppily.

He shivers as he feels finger tips on his stretched rim, and moans openly pushing back.
“Do it, fuck do it Asami. Gimme your fingers...please.”

Asami’s hums contemplatively and tickles his fingertips around him again, “I want to hear some more of your pretty begging first.”

Akihito’s whole body is trembling and he’s pushing back into Asami continuously and the man grips his hips to hold him still. “Please, please Asami,” he begs brokenly, finger tips holding the sheets so tight he feels them straining. “Please gimme your fingers, I want em so bad, I can take it, I can take it...please please please please...” he falls off into a mindless mantra and keens as he feels two Asami fingers sliding into him lined up flat beside his cock.

He’s wailing pitifully as Asami begins to shallowly fuck in and out of him like that, his fingers tips hooked to scratch along his walls. He sobs as his orgasm builds and Asami speeds up slipping another finger in and thinks for a moment as he listens to Asami’s grunts and pants behind him he wished he could see how he looked right now. How spread open and destroyed he looked. Whether he wanted to admit it or not he loved the ability Asami had to absolutely devastate him and turn him into the slobbering needy puddle of pure desire and shamelessness.

“I’m so...close,” he hiccups, “Asami, I’m, fuck,” he’s sobbing openly, body going limp as the raven absolutely splits him open pounding into him with his fingers hooked in his rim.

“Come on kitten, c’mon. Scream for me,” and as a big hand grips his hair and pulls him back and up into an impossible arch, impaled on the man and his cock and his fingers Akihito comes. He screams as drool slides down his chin and bound hands reach into the air reaching for something, nothing. He screams/sobs through it and Asami speeds up pummeling into him and Akihito thinks his thighs will be bruised with the force of the thrusts.

He feel as warmth floods his insides and Asami snaps his hips to his ass and grinds in a harsh circle. The hand in his hair tightens and pulls him up as the man falls to his palm beside him. His mouth sucking the expanse of his sweaty pale neck. He finds himself screaming again as teeth sink into his skin. He gasps through overwhelmed sobs as he feels himself come again. Waves of pained pleasure wracking his body and his cock spurting more cum. That’s when he becomes slightly aware of the blackness spotting over his vision and then everything is gone.

Asami feels when the boy goes limp under him. His weight falls to his knees and his arms fall to the bed, lovely blond head growing heavy in his hand. Asami feels himself release more come into the boy’s warmth as he realizes he’d done all this to Akihito. He groans as he grinds into the fat ass in front of him, feeling high with the small still body sheltered underneath him. Blacked out with the sweetness of the pleasure Asami had delivered to him.

He goes to his elbows and smooths sweaty hair from sticky skin and presses a gentle kiss to the boy’s temple. Licks tears from lashes and the flushed cheek. He can feel himself getting hard again in the sloppy warmth of his boy.

He circles his hips uncommittedly as he watches the peaceful features in front of him, can see the breath hitch in his throat as Asami grinds his hips especially deep.

Clumpy lashes flutter and Asami watches as the blue eyes make an appearance, red rimmed from delicious tears.

“Sami.” The boy murmurs, a frown forming between his brows, eyes coasting open and closed Asami can tell he’s pretty far off, or in deep. He feels a thrill run through him as he realizes how easily and peacefully Akihito had slipped into headspace. They were really and truly meant for each other.

“I’m here kitten, I’ve got you.” He says gently and his fingers run up shivering arms to the knots he quickly undoes. He pulls the comforter up to cover half of the trembling form. His dick gets even harder (if that was possible) at the choked on sob he gets as he pulls his fully engorged dick out of the pink and swollen hole. He can’t help but watch as it pulses and his white cum leaks out and down shaking thighs.

His thumb unconsciously drags over the dimples of the fat ass cheeks and presses the cum back in, slipping in and out of the sore pink blossom. Akihito whimpers and Asami’s helps him onto his side, uses his hand to stretch out the sore legs from their kneeling position.

He falls to his elbows bracketed on either side of the blond’s head as he studies his features, addicted and unable to get enough. Hooded, swollen blue eyes meet his gaze and Asami groans into puffy lips as Akihito’s hands wrap
around his large, hard member. It’s coated with his own cum and lube and Akihito’s small hands slip and slide in the mess.

“You’re too much for me.” He grunts against Akihito’s lips in excuse as to why he’s still hard.

He can’t even wrap his mind around what the boy is doing until he feels himself being surrounded and swallowed by the wet slick heat again. He groans and sinks his face into Akihito’s neck as the blond spasms and trembles, mouth wide open in broken cries as Asami threads their fingers together and begins to fuck him deep and slow, rocking them together quiet and reverent.

“You’re mine, Akihito.” He rumbles, as he holds their hands next to the blonds head and gasps his wet kisses and love bites into the sweaty neck. “You’re mine forever.”

And Akihito’s fevered mind can only agree as Asami brings him to black out pleasure again and again until his aching, trembling body doesn’t wake again.

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Akihito comes to sometime in the night. It’s still dark, a low warm light coming from the other side of the bed. He’s extremely floaty, his mind a hazy and so removed. It’s the most out of body experience he’d ever had. He can feel the coolness of the sheets on his naked legs and torso but his head feels totally unattached. His consciousness feels as if he’s observing these things of another person. He sighs in frustration as an uneasy, empty feeling fills him and surrounds him.

He isn’t aware of the soft whine he emits as he weakly moves his head to look to the ceiling, falling onto his back not even aware of his own strength. His mind removedly thinks he’s feeling so vulnerable and small right now. Like if some predator cane upon him he’d only lay there and be devoured. And he remembers in broken bits and pieces what Asami had done to him last night, his bigger form hovering over his own, pushing him down, holding him down. Stronger hands holding his own captive and down on the mattress, a far stronger will breaking his and shattering him to pieces, forcing submission after submission from him.

Some distant voice of steady reason tells him he’s read about this, extensive and exhaustive (not vanilla) sex could have a short psychological impact on a person. But he and Asami hadn’t done anything too leathery and shocking. That being said Akihito can still feel every single touch of Asami. Can still feel every single intimate breath, still see Asami hovering over him as Akihito laid in a pleasure/pain haze as he surrenders all control.

He feels a rolling tsunami of some negative emotion rising in him at the memories and he starts shivering feeling as though he’s alone in cold frigid air on some point of no return. Lying on a ledge about to fall, and suddenly insecurities and questions and regrets are drowning him like a million empty-black specters flying all around.

But he doesn’t move he can’t. He’s in a trance of stillness. His heartbeat is so steady, his breathing slower than on sleep. It’s like he’s sinking in a sandpit away from himself and to nothingness. Floating in a dark void of someone else’s touches and desires.

“Akihito?” A deep, gravelly voice asks, the tone is different from what he’s used to. It’s lilting with question and sharp with concern. The mattress gives as a new weight alights on it and Aki turns his head towards the light.

A warm hand cups his cheek and fingers brush blond strands off of his forehead. Akihito turns into touch. It’s grounding him. Lifting him...

“You’re shivering.” Asami’s voice says gently somewhere close by. Akihito tries to turn towards him, tries to say something but just ends up stretching a little and moving his fingers in the sheets.

“Shit.” The man swears, and Akihito actually manages to whine at him this time and feels himself being lifted and sinking into the man’s warm, bare chest. His head thunks back on his collar bone and Aki turns his head to press his nose into the warm skin of his lover’s throat.

“I got you.” He says, gravely and vibrating in his ear, “I’ve got you, kitten. It’s okay.”

His large palm runs up and down his arm soothingly warmth spreading like a sunrise on a plain of cold, desolate earth. Akihito completely melts into the strong man behind him, breaths still shallow and slow. With Asami there the panic of his mind space disappears and he relaxes into the feeling as the stronger man holds him and surrounds him in his strong arms.

“Are you okay?” Asami asks more pointedly, obviously hopping for affirmation this time. The fingers of his other hand run through his hair and Akihito feels his lips part breath whooshing out and Asami turns towards him, pressing his lips into his temple breathing warm air over his cheek.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you would go in so deep.” He mumbles in gold strands. “I wouldn’t ever leave you alone.” He can feel how Asami wants it a known fact that he can take care of him and that he’s an aware partner, especially if this was just them testing the waters between each other.

“I’m going to get you something to drink, I’ll be right back just going to the bathroom.” He says, voice achingly deep in Akihito’s sensitive ears and he feels a kiss on the top of his head that makes him jerk in a breath. He’s laid down on the pillows and Asami disappears, he vaguely notices the light being turn on in the adjoining room and it seeps into the bedroom.

Akihito makes himself take some more, shuddering deep breaths and feel his fingertips and palm tingling as he begins to feel them again. He watches as the tall man comes back and the ravens lips twitch up in a gentle smile when he notices the blue eyes latched on him.

“Asami...” it just the barest whisper he can manage but the man looks suddenly relieved and a bit less like his usual formidable self.

He’s gathered back into a sitting position and Asami raises the cup to his lips letting cool water into his mouth and Akihito swallows, shivering as he feels it trickling down his throat and cold in his tummy. He finds himself leaning forward eager to drink more and is kind of relieved himself to know he was coming out of it a little bit.

“So good for me.” The man rumbles into his ear and Aki shivers again, feeling himself warm a little with the praise. “I’m going to put this on you okay? I don’t want you to be cold.”

Akihito nods, as his eyes land on the article of clothing Asami holds up for him to see. Asami drags the sleeves up his arms and settles the collar over his slumped form. “That’s my boy.” He says reassuringly and more to himself as he pulls Akihito back into the circle of his arms and begins to do up the buttons on the silky navy pajama shirt Akihito is currently drowning in.

“You’re doing so good.” Asami says again, and this time Akihito sighs deeply and exhaustedly as he leans into the man’s chest contentedly. He lifts his trembling hand and Asami catches it and the boy threads their fingers together. He sighs again and smiles tiredly. Asami watches his face carefully, his own tender look and smile going unnoticed as he wraps both his arms completely around the photographer and squeezes him into his own warmth.

Akihito turns his head and nuzzles into one of the bulging biceps beside his head, Asami smells so good and feels so safe. It’s just so so good. Everything is so nice.

“Mmm,” he mumbles as his eyes slip shut slowly.

“Mm?” Asami’s deep voice echoes. And Akihito uses his other hand to hold the thick forearms around him even tighter, he falls back to sleep surrounded by the warmth and security of the crime lord before he can generate the rest of his thought.

. . .

When he wakes again Akihito feels absolutely perfect and well rested. The haziness was fine but the blissful peace is still there and as he stretches his body aches deliciously in all the right places. The sun is coming in through the white half drawn curtains and the oversized silky shirt is soft and warm, both surrounding him in security and aesthetically pleasing sights. (He is an artist, don’t forget.)

He’s lying on his back and he turns his head over to find a large warm body next time right against him. Asami lays on his side, lengths of golden perfect and muscles casted in gentle shadows and highlights. His arm is slung over Akihito’s waist the width of his wide chest hovering over Akihito like a protective force. Some sort of umbrella against all hardships and unpleasantries.

Akihito stretches his neck and casts his eyes upward. Strong corded shoulders and neck, sharp jawline to hooded golden eyes looking back to him. Akihito gives him a slow smile stopping with slight surprise mid stretch. His fingers reach up and thread through raven hair. The black haired man huffs and smiles in reaction, his own long fingers brushing blond wisps away from those gorgeous bottomless blue eyes.

“You’re awake already?” Akihito asks, voice coming out more gentle than he expected.

“Mm,” Asami answers, watching as his thumb ghosts over Akihito’s bottom lip.

Akihito sighs and turns, their bodies melting together and Asami breathes deep against his forehead.

“How are you feeling, kitten?” The voice vibrates in the arms he’s lying in.

“Amazing.” Akihito sighs, and hitches his leg up over Asami’s hip, hand falling against the smooth chest in front of him. Asami chuckles and pulls him closer.

“I’m glad.” His voice is bolder and somewhat back to his usual smugness. “You scared me a little bit last night.”

Akihito sighs and shakes his head looking down, somewhat embarrassed but still feeling euphoric. “I was fine once I realized you were still there.”

Asami hums again and Akihito shivers as fingers pull through his hair and then drift down his arm.

“I didn’t know you would go that deep.”

Akihito laughs, “Me neither. I guess I always new I had a tendency but no one was ever able to bring it out other than you.”

Asami laughs at this, deep and warm and like a drug against Akihito’s ear. “Is that a compliment?”

“Hell yes.” Akihito sighs dreamily, and Asami laughs again.

“I’d say you have a tendency. All it took was binding you hands...Akihito you weren’t ever coherent.” His voice goes from amused to sober in a blink of an eye.

“But I felt so good.” The boy whines, leaning further into the man, driving their pelvises together.

Asami chuckles darkly, “Trust me, all I’m saying is that we need a safe word...because you’re very much mistaken if you think I don’t want more.”

Akihito meets his eyes and he’s momentarily taken aback by the warm look there, he smiles gently and then Asami is leaning in and kissing him. Sweet and deep. Tongue wet against his lips and then taking all thoughts and individuality away from the boy as it sweeps inside and paints the sides and roof of his mouth with Asami’s taste.

His hand runs down slender ribs and flank until it spreads wide and warm over his lower back and uses it to slide the boy down to lay on his back again. The raven hovering over him on his elbows in a moment, taking every liberty with his mouth, licking over pink lips, biting the bottom one and pulling until Akihito whimpers.

He leans back only to take in the drooling boy gasping for breaths with kiss marks all over his pale neck and shoulders.

“Let’s pick a safe word.” He says, voice not raising over their intense moment.

“Asami.” The blond gasps, as long fingers spread over his chest, roughly rubbing up and down over sensitive bitten nipples.

The crime lord laughs a little cruelly. “That won’t do, you’ll be screaming my name a lot in the future.”

Akihito groans in frustration and catches the wrist in both his smaller trembling hands. “Ramen then.” He drags Asami’s hand down between his thighs and past his dick. “I love ramen.” He sighs airily as he directs Asami’s long fingers to sink into his warm, still slick hole.

He circles his hips around Asami’s wrist and grips the thick, corded forearm rutting against it and fucking himself down on the fingers confusedly not even aware of what he truly wants and definitely not able to obtain it.

“Ramen then.” The crime lord says smirking, hooking his fingers against sensitive, silky walls and watching with satisfied yet hungry eyes as the boy cries out under him in ecstasy, arching beautifully as sparkling tears begin to leak from innocent wide baby blue eyes. He knows that this is just the beginning of places Asami would be taking Akihito.

Up or down...you decide.

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Sudoh and Sakazaki on the outside were a surprising couple. The younger, glamorous male seemingly way too good for the old, sleazy club owner. However inwardly, they well deserved one another. They were both controlled by their basest needs. Sakazaki; sexual, Sudoh; greed and prestige.

This is how they ended up trapped to each other. Each knowing dirty little secrets...and eventually somewhere messed up feelings and codependency factored in.

Sudoh was endlessly attached and lustful over Asami physically, but even more so over his wealth and respect. Sakazaki in fact did have genuine attraction to the blond but he had blackmailed him with knowledge of his business improprieties into a relationship with him. Thus, they had been doomed since the very beginning of their acquaintance.

But something happened when Sakazaki clapped eyes on Akihito. Some sort of switch over. This photographer was three or four times the prize Sudoh was. He was obsessed with dragging him down, making him do his dirty work and eventually taking him to bed.

Sudoh was disgusted with the other blond. He had indeed seen him that night as Akihito fled his lover’s club. And he’d tripped him too just for spite, since he hated another twinky boy being around Sakazaki just from pure controlling possessiveness.

It was cruel fate that put Akihito in the lobby that morning. Sudoh had never had out for someone so deeply before in his life. His mind raced putting the pieces together. Akihito meeting with Sakazaki, Akihito living in the same building as Asami. As angered as he was he knew he could use the information to get rid of Akihito easily, and let Asami do all the dirty work.

Sakazaki on the other hand, cared nothing for Asami. He was deeply involved in both Akihito and Sudoh, these two blonds he would come to find out were way too much for him. As is, he and his men constantly staked out Akihito’s studio. However, the photographer and formal criminal journalist beyond lived up to his name. They had yet to be able to follow him home.

Sakazaki knew that he would have to take the blond from his work place, and he knew the popular photographer would have to disappear without a trace. This way he could protect his misdealings with Sudoh by both threatening to out them with the journalist, and using the the information to black mail him and keep their little arrangement going.

Akihito being successful reporter was his best threat and the fact that he was sexy and unpredictable was convenient and thrilling. As he watches the blond’s lively coming and goings from his workplace he licks his lips and adjusts himself in his slacks. He can’t wait to smother and break that energy and light, to make it his own for the rest it’s life.

. . .

Akihito carries on business as usual even with that annoying bit of paranoia and suspicion constantly ghosting him. He knows he’s not just imagining it. He’s seen several seedy looking men smoking across the street, or talking on the phone in dark glasses on the stoop one door down.

He curses his curiosity. Why the hell did he have to call that number? Why did he have to go and poke around at things he had actually somehow miraculously gotten free of? He may have signed his death warrant by sticking his nose in with people who were on the bad side of even the likes of Asami.

All of Akihito’s suspicions, as far as the raven haired business men went, had been assured with the gun incident on the balcony and then waking up in his bed several times with the black hand piece close by on the bedside table. Strangely it didn’t alarm him or make him unready. He trusted Asami inexplicably. It was just something about how the man looked at him and related to him. Open and natural. All instincts and honesty.

He finds it doesn’t bother him as much as it might if he was still in criminal journalism. In fact being privy to Asami’s away from work personality smoothed over any worries Akihito would have had. And he found picturing the confident though tender man as a full time mob boss frankly, kind of hot.

Asami demanded attention and respect everywhere he went. Even when he ignored Akihito for his own wishes the boy loved being sacrificed simply to watch the magnificent creature go to work on him. He might be broken with pleasure and pain but Asami could still watch him with eyes so full of calm and confidence that it filled Akihito with a sea of peace and sense of control.

Akihito for the first time in his passionate and ever righteous life finds that he...doesn’t really care. As long as his own moral compass was not threatened he dismissed Asami’s actions as business until he was otherwise informed. Maybe he was turning a blind eye and a dead ear, maybe he was pretending this thing could work. He didn’t know. But he decides he’s going to hold on to it as long as he possible can.

And with this determination in his mind he comes to the conclusion that Sakazaki has to go.

. . .

They haven’t seen each other since that night where Akihito had sunk so perfectly into sub space and they woke up next to each other’s warm embrace. Akihito’s thoughts are wound up in the raven more than he cares to admit. Even with work and that ‘other’ weighing on his mind.

Sometimes he can still feel the phantom of the businessman’s hot hand on his hips, fingertips just at the edge of the v on his legs. A shift in air the warmth of his breath on his neck...it doesn’t take long for the boy to realize he’s addicted to the ‘sensation’ of Asami. Even now as he realizes how deep in over his head he is he shivers.

He sighs tucking a few hairs behind his ear as he turns back to his laptop screen where he’s editing his latest shoot. Maybe he should just wait at the man’s door tonight...that should get the message across right?

Please fuck me.

This is funny. He laughs to himself, “Akihito, you are one crazy fucker lemme tell you.”

Just as he’s rolling his eyes at himself and also trying to ignore the flush washing over him at the thought of Asami the little bell over his studio door rings and Aki rushes to make a few clicks.

“C’mon in, I’ll be there in just a sec...” he calls, saving his edits and shutting down the window. He checks himself in the mirror, trying to smooth down some crazy scientist hairs.

“Sorry, just working on some edits, what can I do for you toda...” he stops mid sentence and pauses in his office doorway. A happy surprised rush speeds through him making his heart beat fast.

Standing in the middle of his work space, totally complimented by Akihito’s aesthetic work place is Asami Ryuichi. Cutting an absolute perfect figure in his black overcoat, every single gloriously raven black hair in its own place, pulling off his leather gloves and looking around until they land on Akihito. Cool and hooded and golden, lips moving up as their gazes meet and they see each other for the first time in a few days.

Akihito’s whole form relaxes into something more natural and graceful, a smile spreading over his lips eyes dancing. Asami feels like he can breathe again, just the sight of the gorgeous wild blonde hair and body vibrating with life and vitality. The smile and flash in his eyes daring to challenge the crime lord, and that very thing drawing him, seducing him, pulling him in.

“I never thought for one second,” Akihito says with a glint in his eyes and a hand on his hip, “That you’d be the first one to give in.”

Asami lays his gloves down on a table and pulls out of his coat laying it down as well, chuckling. “I’ve never regretted a decision in my life yet.”

Akihito laughs tossing back his head, “THAT does sound like you.” He walks the rest of the way into the front space of his studio. “Watcha’ been up to?”

“Hm,” Asami says, eyes devouring everything before him, the designer blue jeans hugging every single curve, off white button up doing the same, a gold chain resting on honey skin and disappearing under the collar.

“Boring.” The man says, deep voice grating in the silence and making Akihito shiver.

“Boring stuff huh?” Akihito asks, looking up to the man through his lashes having skirted closer and closer. Asami is just watching him. His presence bigger than life and the air tense with almost danger. He looks so perfect and pristine, like a beautiful dark iceberg. And Akihito wants to see those eyes flame into molten lava, wants to see him absolutely overcome with the need to take Akihito apart.

Since the crime lord seems content to just watch at the moment so Akihito avails himself. He loves the way Asami’s chest looks in his vest and jacket, the best body he’d ever seen wrapped in the best suits money could obtain.

He trails his fingers over the the crime lord’s stomach and then under his jacket up his wide sides and then simply leans into the man’s mass wrapping his fingers in the silky back of the vest. Looking up at Asami’s face placing his chin on the man’s chest he smiles blissfully.

“I’m gonna take that as you saying you missed me.” He says, and the self assured, totally comfortable way he says it makes Asami want to treasure him forever.

Asami lets the moment linger and both of them are glancing to the others lips, he can feel it into be air Akihito is ready for anything. Anything but nothing at all.

He smirks and takes a step back putting his hands in his pockets, “So this is your studio, cute.”

Akihito stumbles, before righting himself and blushing for getting too handsy, tucking some wild hairs behind his ears. Fuck, he’s so cute.

“Uhm. Yeah, this is my place.” He responds looking around awkwardly.

“All these are your work?” Asami asks, gesturing to the many blown up and framed photographs on the walls.

“Yup, my favorites mostly.”

“It’s...” Asami waits for a second, and smirks, chuckling, “It’s very you.”

Akihito scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Okay, Akihito-whisperer.”

Asami snorts a laugh at this and Akihito smiles. “Cmon, I’ll get you a drink.” He says and motions towards his office as he heads that way.

Asami is smirking full force as he strolls into Akihito’s office, and around the room, fingertips on the edge of the desk. “Never would have pegged you to keep liquor at your work place.”

Akihito cocks a brow at him as he squats to pull the three quarter way full bottle of whiskey out and two glass tumblers. “Just because I’m half your weight physically and financially doesn’t mean I’m a kid.”

Asami chuckles and takes the glass from the blond sinking into the blonds leather desk chair. Akihito rolls his eyes with a huff and glares down at him with his hands on his hips..

“You’re such a piece of fucking work.” Akihito states without any particular heat.

And Asami nods as he tosses back his entire drink and Akihito sips his sinking into the man’s lap, his legs straddling the crime lords. Asami places his wide hands on his thighs and leans back the rest of the way in the chair.

“You’re being particularly easy today.” The man states. And Akihito rolls his eyes again at the attempt of insult and getting a rise out of him.

“And you’re being particularly more of an asshole, you bastard.” Akihito says back easily, finishing off his drink with a hiss and setting the glass down. He turns back and slips his fingers up the back of Asami’s neck and into the short hairs there.

He’s done waiting for the businessman. He sinks with a sigh into a deep, thorough kiss and something inside him sighs with relief when Asami kisses him back.

He shivers as the man’s hands lightly trace up and down the backs of his thighs. He moans as he presses forward and Asami turns the kiss deep and pulling like was his habit.

As long fingers scrape along his scalp and tighten in his hair Akihito arches his back and almost purrs. This is what he was after, this is what he wanted...needed. All thoughts gone, mind blank, responsibility forgotten. This power only Asami possessed.

The hand tightens in his hair and he comes up gasping and grinning, eyes blown and flashing fingers fisted in expensive suit material. Asami is looking cold and composed, but Akihito can see the look in his eyes, predatory and dark...thrilled and watching.

“What’s got you acting like such a brat today, hm? What do you want?” He taunts, just shy of a whisper but grating and deep, so much so that it vibrates in his chest.

Akihito feels aroused irritation bubble up inside him, his mind flashing sarcasm that, of course, Asami knows what he wants. And he’s not giving it to him, his mind is not hazy yet and for some reason with growing anxiety and discomfort he thinks of Sakazaki’s men outside.

He pauses, sitting up and looking down at the man under him. The sharp cut of his jaw, the edgy way his hair is styled and eyes angle. Danger. He suddenly realizes with a thrilled shiver. That’s the look Asami pulls off so well. Dangerous.

Asami is just watching from under his lashes, the look in his eyes careful but curious. His eyes aflame watching him and attempting to figure him out. Wondering what was going on in Akihito’s head, how his ever surprising behavior would spike next. And Akihito knows the way it’s vamping Asami up and up. Can feel the way his fingers are tighter on his thighs and the pure lava of desire swimming in his golden eyes.

And that desire was simply waiting. Because Asami wanted to see what he would do next. He just wanted to sit there and feel and hold Akihito and allow him to be. He asked for nothing else. There was no expectations or pressures. Asami simply wanted to hold and watch Akihito like he was a glowing, burning orb of golden galaxies to treasure and Asami wanted to withstand that fire...he wanted to feed it. He wanted to build it. He wanted to be responsible for it burning out of control and destroying everything around it. Everything but him.

So they’re both paused looking at each other. Power enough to level Tokyo between their eyes. Akihito is thinking of what Asami had asked him, “What do you want?”

His fall down to Asami’s buttoned up chest, and just barely he can see under his suit jacket the shape of something. A flush of heat rushes down his body as he realizes what it was. Thrill, fear and some sort of relief.

Asami just watches him calmly.

Akihito slide his hand down his shoulder and across the broad chest. He wraps his fingers around the cool metal and slowly pulls it out. Their eyes meet over the gun. There’s a daring glint in Asami’s and Akihito arches his brow back at him.

“This is what I want.” Akihito says. Moving his gaze back to the firearm in his hands. His lips turn in a volatile smirk and he looks challengingly to the man whose lap he’s currently sitting on.

Asami’s face goes a little dark. But not angry or turned off or confused. Akihito is pushing him, and Asami is thrilled by it.

His hand spreads wide and warm over Akihito’s side, tilting his head to the side to indulge himself in the blond’s perfect features.

“Are you in trouble, kitten?” He asks, watching the way Akihito is holding the gun, exploring it...getting to know it.

Akihito snorts. “Not so much IN trouble as being TROUBLED.” He’s fearless and beautiful. Asami laughs in pure wonder and...what was he going to say? How was he going to finish that thought? He reels for one second at the place he’s in. This place where he already doesn’t know what he’d do without Akihito.

“That’s my favorite.” Asami says, and Aki sends him a look, before leaning forward and wrapping his arms gun and all around Asami’s neck. The kiss he pulls the crime lord into is the one of deepest and most control he’d ever exercised. The slick sounds of their mouths and heavy breaths fill the air, thick fingers indenting in Akihito’s lush thigh and left butt cheek.

He can feel the profile of his favorite gun pressed into the back of his head as Akihito cradles it, pulling him closer and deeper into the kiss. The thrill and the allure almost completely overpowers him.

“Get another one.” Akihito husks against his lips, when he allows them to come up for air. Asami’s hand cracks down on his jean clad ass and Akihito arches into it, groaning and grinning feral.

“Be nice.” The kitten as the nerve to say next and that breaks Asami’s thinly controlled reserve. Akihito simply gasps a moan when the man surges forward, he doesn’t seem surprised at all to end up spread out on his desk hands held down by his head.

“You don’t call the shots, kitten.” The man growls and Akihito simply stares back at him, eyes intense and steady and so so so alive.

“But I could if I wanted to.” The blond says back, and the softness in his face has Asami wanting to shatter him.

And this is it. This is what makes them...why it works so fucking well. Asami wants to shatter...Akihito wants to be shattered. They meet like water on rock, nature’s mightiest gladiators.

The boy gasps and cries out as the businessmen used a hand in his hair to flip his around and before he can adjust to his surroundings his pants are off and cool air hitting his hole. He moans load enough to be heard round the block and arches into it, totally surrendering and showcasing for Asami.

He yelps when another sharp slap lands on his bare skin and Asami chuckles behind him, Akihito can hear him opening his pants and leans back even more.

“Not so tough now huh?” Asami questions mockingly, as he sinks two cold slick fingers in and Akihito sees stars with pleasure and burn.

“Not my fault it ta, takes ah!! S, so much to work you up.” Akihito pants out, with a defiant smirk over his shoulder. Asami grabs a fist full of hair and leans over him to whisper in his ear.

“It’s called self control, you should try it sometime.” He husks into the blond’s ear. And then Akihito is moaning brokenly as Asami sinks into him, excruciatingly slow and so so big. It steals Akihito’s breath every single time.

Asami wraps an arm under him and then his hand grips his chin pulling him up into a savage kiss. His dominance clearly bulldozing Akihito. Still even as Asami ploughs into him, the boy smiles into the messy kiss with tears shining in his eyes, teeth tugging on the crime lords lower lip.

“Never.” He whispers.

Chapter Text

Sudoh was still licking his wounds from his last embarrassing encounter with Asami. He seethed for hours about that blonde boy who had humiliated him so. He’d quite decided to sic Sakazaki on the kid before he thought better of it. Asami would undoubtedly find out about it if something violent happened in his building or the inhabitants. So he pouted and schemed.

They were sitting together in Sakazaki’s club, sipping on something strong in the late night evening hours. Even though he refused to acknowledge it, the blond enjoyed these quiet moments with his lover and black mailer. And in his most honest, cruelest nights he thought perhaps fate allowed Sakazaki to find out about his constant misdealings.

For once he didn’t shake the man’s hand off his thigh and leaned further into his side. Sakazaki was talking on and on about business and the blonde simply pretending to listen until something caught Sudoh’s ear.

“What do you think this brat’s association to Asami is,” a deep sigh and a look of extreme uneasiness...almost envy or fear of it. Sudoh starts paying attention. “This whole thing just got a lot more complicated.”

“What did?” He asks, hand wrapping round the club owners arm and pressing himself closer in easy distraction.

Sakazaki sends him a smile and waves his drink, “It’s nothing much, just this reporter who’s help I’d like to acquire...” his smile goes absolutely dark here, “He refused me and I’ve been watching him, but imagine my surprise when today none other than Asami Ryuichi shows up at his work! They left together too...” he breaks off eyes far away and Sudoh can tell his mind is running fast to find a connection, probably wondering what all the reporter knew, were they in danger?

“He came to me looking for a source on Asami, and now they know each other personally? Something is definitely off here.”

Sudoh looks away too his own mind running a mile a minute. What did this reporter know that was so important that Asami visited him at his work place? Just how close were they? Was it incriminating to himself? Did it have any thing to do with him at all?

Such was the paranoid life of evil men.

“What’s this reporter’s name?” He asks, demurely, soothingly into his lovers ear.

“Takaba, Takaba Akihito.” The club owner answers distractedly, mind obviously far off. And Sudoh knows that name, how does it he know? From where?

Uneasiness wells up in him and for some reason laughing, sparkling blue eyes of that mischievous boy who humiliated him leaps into his minds eye.

The blond man rubs at his temples d takes another drink, sighing. Paranoid indeed.

. . .

Asami is looking through files as Kirishima comes in. As someone who had risen through all ranks even the very lowest ones the crime lord knew what hard work was. He knew how to do it, and he knew not to just take for granted that other people knew how to do it. Weekly he went through one of the department’s work just to make sure everyone kept a tight ship.

As luck would have it, it was complete coincidence. This week was accounting. Business accounting and underground accounting. And since he’d just had the unpleasantness of seeing the man at his apartment Sudoh Shu’s name sticks out. He ran Dracaena meaning everything was run plain and simple...legal. His name had no right to be in the underground files. Yet here he was, name written down as the receiver of one of the shipments.

He’s thinking through any reasons what so ever that it should be there when Kirishima walks in. A frown pinched between his brows and pushing up his glasses.

“Sir we have a slight security problem...”

Asami places the file down and gives his secretary his full attention.

“What is it?”

“The tail you ordered yesterday.” Kirishima begins, placing his tablet down on the desk in front of his boss. “It appears it’s Sakazaki and his men shadowing Takaba-san. And strangely, Sudoh Shu was with him at his property last night.”

Asami’s head jerks sharply to look up at Kirishima and then back to the tablet to peruse the photos of the men outside Akihito’s studio and his employee drinking with the low level gangster at his club.

“Sudoh Shu has run out of coincidental passes, would you say?” He says thoughtfully as he hands the file concerning Sudoh over to his secretary, and Kirishima nods.

“Yes sir, with his sudden appearance at your apartment it’s very worrying. There’s a breach in your security sir, I apologize.”

Asami drums his fingers on the desk still looking at the pictures and then he stands taking out his cigarettes.

“I don’t like Sakazaki and his group tailing Akihito. Something’s up, Akihito knew things were off as well...” he lights up and takes a few breaths of nicotine.

“Excuse me sir, but how does Takaba Akihito play into this at all?”

Asami sends him an unimpressed look, “Weren’t you the one who thought this whole neighbor thing was “cute” at the start?”

Kirishima bows in agreement.

“Bring Akihito to me, get Sakazaki and his men off the streets and ready for me.” As Kirishima is nodding Asami breaks him off with a deadly look.

“Kirishima.” The man pauses and Asami can see him calculating and questioning the unusually intense behavior. “In that order. I don’t want a single hair on his head even blown in the wrong direction. Get him safely here and then, and only then, go after Sakazaki.”

“Understood sir.” The secretary bows again and slips out. Asami missed the way the man is smiling to himself.

Akihito was going to love this.

. . .

Akihito was having a fairly good day. He started early working with a restaurant, snapping pics of their soon to be updated menu and the indoors and outside for a new marketing push. It was work he enjoyed especially the food part and the first half of the day went by in a flash. Then he had a shoot with a fashion designer, gorgeous dresses and shirts all ruffles and flowers and folds upon folds of gauzy material.

All in all the photos from the day were breathtaking. He was filled with warm satisfaction as he started clicking through his memory card on his laptop safe back at the studio. The bell over his door rung again and he’s starting to realize that he’ll never hear it the same way since he associated it with Asami and mind blowing sex.

“One minute!” He yells, shaking his head to rid himself of unprofessional thoughts. It what is seemingly deja vu he enters his show room with a polite smile that falters when he spots Asami’s secretary and bodyguard that he recognizes from that very first day.

“What can I do for you gentlemen?” He asks, obviously suspicious.

“Hello Takaba-san, I’m Kirishima Kei and this is my associate Suoh Kazumi, we haven’t had the pleasure of properly making your acquaintance.” The glasses man says, while bowing professionally, behind him, beside the door, the body guard does the same.

“The pleasure is all mine I’m sure.” Akihito responds drily.

“Asami-sama requests your presence immediately.” The secretary says and looks perfectly at ease as if he hadn’t just delivered a message for a full grown ass man who could have come or called himself.

Akihito stares blankly at them for a moment, blinking in the silence until he realizes that’s it. There’s not some punch line to that joke, or maybe the fact that Asami was just out waiting in the car which still would have been really rude...but truthfully in fact, Asami had just sent a car over for him. Just sent his lackies.

He sighs and rubs in between his brows in frustration, even with his quick temper he’s trying to act like an adult and think of possible excuses that Asami would do this. He’s coming up empty tho.

“I don’t think...” he starts, imagining the text of expletives he’d be sending to Asami the second these two walked out.

“There’s a security issue, Takaba-san.” Suoh speaks up the first time, his deep voice emitting from his huge body in a nearly terrifying but oddly soothing way as well. “Otherwise Asami-sama would have come himself, as it is, it would be safest if you wait and discuss it with him at Sion.”

Oh. Akihito freezes. His whole train of thought freezes. His mind immediately shooting back to Sakazaki’s hands on him, knocking him down and the breath out of him. Then his ugly, terrifying presence here in his safe place. He knew they were outside, he knew he had been watching him. Whether this was the security issue they were alluding to or not didn’t matter much to him. He thought about the gun he’d taken off of Asami. He thought of the way the man’s hooded glowing golden eyes had watched him, adored him and ultimately handed him what he wanted...needed without question.

Yes. In a heartbeat, yes, he wanted to be protected like that again. He sighs deeply again, feeling anxious and running his hands through his hair.

“Okay give me a minute, lemme grab my stuff I’ve still got some work to finish.” The men tilt their heads in agreement and Akihito walks back to his office, sliding his laptop into his leather messenger bag and grabbing his phone. He pauses for one second thinking that this here was a point of no return. Kind of like that moment when they had stood in front of the mirror and Asami had wrapped his arms around him and demanded that no other men be allowed to touch him. He thinks that if he accepts this, if he wounds his and Asami’s lives and circumstances together even more there was no return. That he’d never be free if the man, he’d never want to be.

He thinks perhaps it’s even too late for these thoughts because him feet are carrying him out the door and his heart is steadily beating towards Sion on its own. As Kirishima opens the door for him and he sinks into the back of Asami’s personal black Bentley nothing feels more right than to be rushing towards his lover. He can only hope the world allows them to enjoy this...this trusting each other and that it will respect their willingness to try to make their very different lives work.

He had a feeling even if the world is against them they’ll end up burning it to embers just for the hell of it.

When they arrive at Sion he cranks his head back to look to the top of the building.

“Goddamn.” He mutters as he follows Kirishima inside with Suoh behind him.

He catches Suoh smiling to himself through the reflection in the windows. He flashes him a matching grin and then they’re ushered into the dark, professional lobby of the club. The aesthetic is flawless, Akihito is jealous of it. Dark walls, cathedral ceilings with dark inter windows. A bar that stretches a mile and the wall lined up and down with every kind of alcohol you could imagine. He takes a deep breath and sighs with satisfaction. The clean masculine smell he could never get enough from a certain someone was here as well, the distant smokiness of cigars and cigarettes and the sharp sweetness of expensive liquor and cologne.

He can feel the eyes of everyone in the establishment on him as he’s escorted in with both of Asami’s most prized and trusted associates and can hear the ripple of quick whispers in question. He scratches the back of his neck and feels his ears getting red as they finally manage to get to the elevator. He hopes Suoh gives them a glare for not staying out of his and their patron’s or boss’ business.

The elevator shoots them upwards. It’s one of the longest rides of his life, watching the floor of tick by one by one. A strange tension has filled him ever since Suoh had told of a security threat. His body and emotions feel drawn taunt like a line. And it was tightening and tightening with every passing moment he spent with these two hardened men, and being stared at by social vultures.

Finally with a ding the doors slide open and he steps onto beautiful wood flooring as Kirishima leads the way again. The double doors before them are massive, arched, made with beautiful red cherry wood. Akihito rolls his eyes...as he has said before over the fucking top.

Kirishima knocks on the door before opening, “He’s here sir.” He says without further ado, and when Akihito steps in the door closes behind him.

The photographer looks around the room carefully, taking in everything. When his eyes find the man himself Asami is already staring at him. Golden eyes intense and intrigued as ever. Making Akihito shiver with the sensation of being valued and treasured. This man spending his time and resources on him. It was exhilarating and somehow the maturity of it all gave him such a thrill. Asami was so powerful, yet here he was choosing Akihito.

“Hello kitten.” The man greets, voice seep and smooth in the room. The crime lord is sitting with his back to a wall of windows at a huge desk. The view was breathtaking and Akihito drops his bag on one of the couches in front of the desk to go and look out on it.

“Hey.” Akihito greets distractedly, mumbling under his breath as he walks up to the window. Asami simply turns his chair in order for his eyes to follow him. “Wow.” The photographer breathes. And Asami basks in his intoxicatingly simple presence. His wide blue eyes so easy to please and amaze, delicate yet strong body that needed such a careful and knowledgeable hand to take it to paradise from paradise.

“It’s nice right?” The man asks with a soft smirk watching the content amaze in his little kitten’s gaze.

Akihito snorts, “It’s more than nice, it’s breathtaking.” He arches a brow at the perfectly suited man, “The least you can offer me after interrupting me so rudely.”

Asami arches a brow right back, “Excuse me for trying to save your life.”

Akihito shakes his head and finger at the man as he approaches his chair, “I saw no imminent threat.”

Asami chuckles as he turns the rest of the way in his chair and Akihito straddles his lap gracefully with a saucy smile on his face.

Asami leans back as he gives his kitten a thorough look over with that devastatingly sexy smirk. “Maybe I just wanted to bring a breathtaking view directly to me.”

Akihito throws his back with a laugh, “You’re really smooth but you know I don’t fall for that kind of shit.”

Asami just smiles back at him indulgently, wide hand finding Akihito’s side and drifting up and down slowly as the boy sighs and rests his hands on the wide chest in front of him. Fingers smoothing over his tie and lapels, Asami just watches him carefully. There’s something simmering softly between them, an unknown as how to approach a subject neither of them had to deal with before.

“So you gonna tell me what’s going on or what?” He asks, reaching to tuck a little hair behind his ear.

Asami’s eyes follow the movement, every detail his favorite part about the photographer. He repeats the action with his own fingers, brushing the soft blond hair back and away from his face.

“Waiting to see what those men who were watching you wanted, wasn’t a risk I was willing to take. Don’t worry Suoh will have it straightened out in no time.”

Akihito huffs and crosses his arms, sending the man a glare. “Who asked you to get involved?”

Asami cocks his head and meets the glare no problem. “Nobody, I was just doing as I pleased.”

“Of course.” Aki says with mock disgust, as he watches Asami place his hands on his thighs and shivers as his fingers dig in just a little.

Asami reaches over and grabs the tablet that Kirishima had shown him the pictures on. “This is Sakazaki, he threatened you right? He was the one having you watched?”

Akihito nods demurely, “How about this guy?” He asks, pouting a slender finger at the other figure in the picture.

Asami takes the tablet form him and places it back in that desk, hands finding their places back in Akihito’s hips. “THAT is the reason I got involved. Sudoh Shu works for me in one of my clubs. There’s no reason he should be meeting with Sakazaki, and along with showing up at my building, his name was somewhere it shouldn’t have been and then Sakazaki targeting you...it’s too much for a coincidence.”

Akihito frowns as he leans forward to rest his arms on the crime lord’s broad shoulders. “I think the Sakazaki problem is my own fault.”

Asami arches one perfect brow, “Really? How so?”

Akihito sighs, “Did you know I used to be a criminal journalist?”

“No, I didn’t read your background file.”

Akihito rolls his eyes deeply.

“You know Kirishima did a back ground check up everyone in the building before I moved in there.” Asami says easily.

Akihito ignores this interruption. “Anyways yes, I was and your name came up an awful lot.”

“Too bad our paths never crossed.” Asami all but purrs.

“Uh yeah right.” Akihito scoffs, “I always got warned away from anything having to do with your name. People are tucking terrified of you.”

Asami looks smug and Akihito wants to strangle him.

“Anyways I got lead on you right before my career change...and when you moved in beside me and started shooting fucking guns I decided to pursue it.”

Asami looks absolutely zero percent ashamed, “So this is where Sakazaki comes in. He was the lead?”

Akihito nods sighing, “It was his phone number and let me tell he is not great.”

Asami laughs deeply, “Yes, our dealings have been short and few, I cannot stomach the man’s presence.”

Akihito’s chuckles in agreement, “He didn’t have anything on you specifically, but he did say he had dirt on someone who works for you and in relation would be harmful to you.”

Asami makes a face, eyes going a bit cold, “And how did you play into that for him?

“He wanted me to report on it and get it published ‘when he was ready to talk.’” Akihito rolls his eyes and then shudders. “I should have never contacted him, I’d somehow safely got out of that life.”

“He hurt you?” Asami asks, so calmly and subdued, wide hands gentle on the photographers sides.

“Mm,” Akihito says vaguely, “I’ve had a lot worse.”

Asami says nothing, simply regards his face carefully and the reaches up to cup his chin and pull the blond into a slow, unhurried kiss. It was soul deep, possessive and laying claim. His tongue slowly easing in and out, sucking Akihito’s lips wetly, fingers wrapped in his hair and palm cupping the delicate curves of his skull.

He lets Akihito go, the photographer gasping softly for breath, he keeps his eyes closed and in the moment as Asami trails his nose up the line of his jaw and licks just beneath his ear.

“I will kill anyone who lays a hand on you.” He whispers huskily into his ear and Akihito shivers, fingers digging in harder to the man’s suit jacket.

“I’m right here, you don’t have to kill anyone.” Akihito says against his lips with a small smile.

Asami takes his mouth in a another slow kiss. “I want to take you away from everyone else, I want you to be only mine.” He says, voice gravelly as they pull away lips glossy. And Akihito smiles sardonically.

“I will never let you own me.” He says gently even as his eyes shine with something deeper.

“I don’t want to own you, I just want everything you are to be just for me.” Asami says back as his hand spreads over the middle of Akihito’s back holding him close and Akihito moans softly as the crime lord latches onto his neck. He doesn’t even bother trying to pretend like he dislikes the idea of being marked by the possessive businessman.

He threads his fingers into the businessman’s black hair and sighs, shivers and whimpers with bliss at the feeling of the wet, hot mouth and slick tongue on his skin.

“Asami...” he murmurs and the raven hums in response against his throat, the sound vibrating through both their bodies.

They both jump as a shrill noise cuts through the silence. Asami’s cell phone ringing. They both sigh and Asami pulls away from his neck reluctantly, smoothing his hand down Akihito’s back as he reaches for the device.

“Asami.” He answers, in his deep, short and demanding way. Akihito smooths down the businessman’s shirt and tie, smirking when the man grabs his hand and stills his movement with an arched brow telling him to behave.

“It’s done?” He asks, and grunts in agreement to the response, “Go ahead and ‘ask’ Sudoh in as well.” He listens for a moment, “Yes, same as Sakazaki.”

Then he hangs up and Akihito groans as he gets up and Asami’s chair sits back up straighter. Akihito giggles.

“Where do you think you’re going kitten?”

“I have work left to do, you know?”

“So do I.” Asami challenges back.

Akihito rolls his eyes but goes and grabs his bag, pulling his laptop out of it and dumping it on the floor beside the desk. He places his laptop down carefully and then unceremoniously parks himself back on the crime lord’s lap.

“What are you doing?” Asami asks drily, but his lips twitch and Akihito can hear the fond smirk coming through.

“Working.” Akihito says archly, grabbing the edge of the desk and attempting to pull them closer. Asami uses his feet to help them make it there.

“This isn’t going to work.” The businessman says and Akihito takes the hand on his waist and places it pointedly on the desk top.

“It will if you keep your hands to yourself. Besides you were the one whining about me getting up.”

Asami says nothing, but just smirks in that overly fond way Akihito doesn’t know yet is reserved only for him. The photographer feels his heart expanding unbearably as a hand reaches up to push his hair behind his ear again, a warm thumb just barely brushing under that lovely lush bottom lip.

Asami turns back to his files and desk top without any other objections. The minutes begin to tick by as they both work with that dogged diligence that characterized them both. They enjoyed this so much, the work and triumph of excellence, here together...they were finding something more they respected each other for. And somewhere they met on common ground, this slaving away, and ever diligence reaching higher that the majority of people ever felt let alone worked with every day, every struggle of their lives.

Here they met like two noble predators, clever and racing...going in for the kill.

. . .

It was seven p.m. by the time Kirishima and Suoh wrapped up every single one of Asami’s instructions and emergency protocols. They had fitted out a team that would be keeping a distant eye on Takaba Akihito and hired all new staff at the apartment building, as well as Sudoh and Sakazaki and his whole group being held at one of the warehouses.

It was an astounding amount of work to be done for someone. Someone both men knew nothing of. Someone, when they had done the background check, they thought Asami would never look at. And Asami’s eyes had been cold as he warned Kirishima that no harm should come to the boy, cold and hard like the broke lord would look at a potential threat. Kirishima shivered as he thought of it.

Something was different, not necessarily wrong but definitely different. When Kirishima had relayed the message to Suoh regarding the security team the man had given him a surprised and bewildered face. Most of the time they knew everything that Asami did, who he spoke with and who they should be especially polite to. But in this case they had no idea who Takaba Akihito was to their boss besides his neighbor. Sure Kirishima had found the two men’s meeting on the elevator funny and had even noticed the way his friend and boss had seemed amused by the smaller male but his mind had not gotten any further.

He knocks on the office door prepared for anything. And he can feel Suoh beside him doing the same, they both had questions that, as Asami’s chief of security and second in charge, not to mentions friends, needed proper answering. They get no response so they quietly open the door and step inside.

The main lights are off, just the low lamps under the book shelves giving everything a glowing ambience. The breathtaking view of Tokyo also illumines the room with a distant, luxurious glow. Silhouetted against the literally million dollar view is Asami’s desk and the man himself.

As they approach they can’t really make out much of his face, he’s sitting with his profile stark in front of the night light view. They can see the glowing embers of the end of his cigarette, and the grey puff of smoke his lets go of.

“Everything is done?” He asks, not raising his voice as he takes the cigarette in between his fingers and knocks off the ash on the edge of his ash tray.

Kirishima and Suoh give slight bows, and match his low tone. “Everything has been completed according to your orders.”

Asami lets out a sigh and tightens his hold...here is where Kirishima’s mind sort of stopped functioning at its normally speed. There within the large circle of Asami’s arms and chest is Takaba Akihito, curled up in the crime lords lap, head on his chest and sleeping peacefully away like he’s never been so comfortable or so safe...or so at home, like he belonged there.

Asami’s arm is tight around him, keeping him close and tucked under his chin, Akihito’s smaller pale hand wrapped around the crime lord’s waist like it was just an everyday occurrence.

There’s a moment of complete silence all three men wondering and racing to understand what the other was thinking and then Akihito smacks his lips and rubs his face deeper into the material of Asami’s suit jacket.

Asami brings the cigarette up to his lips again and after a long draw he lets out a cloud of grey smoke while running his hand down Akihito’s flank fondly. His men stand before him waiting their bosses next words with bated breath, somehow knowing that yes, everything was about to change. Forever.

“If it happens to him, it happens to me.” The business man says gently, and waits a beat to let this sit in. “From tonight onwards you protect Akihito like you would protect me.”

Both men bow deeply, “Yes Sir.” They both honestly agree and here is the turning of the tide.

A few moments later they are both standing outside the office, they both give a shiver of surprise and fear, envisioning what harm to Takaba Akihito would invoke from their friend. Remembering their feared boss holding the photographer close as he slept, calmly smoking in the peace and quiet, keeping one of those deadly, violent but ever so passionate hands on him at all times.

Kirishima looks to his friend who is standing with his arms crossed and two fingers of one hand on his forehead shaking it slowly.

“What the hell is going on?”

And Kirishima wished he knew, oh he wished he knew.

. . .

Bonus:

It’s not until Suoh pushes him into a closed off metal room in the warehouse that Sudoh realizes he’s in big fucking trouble. Sakazaki and his men are all sitting against the wall with zip ties around their wrists and ankles and Sudoh knows that if he’s been correlated with the small time mafia then the gig was up.

He shudders with some mixture of terror and excitement at the idea of facing Asami. Without complaint he goes to sit on the opposite wall knowing he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Kirishima and Suoh stand at the door and they indeed are a formidable pair. Asami had chosen his friends and employees with impeccable taste as usual.

“What the fuck is all this even about?” He hears Suoh question quietly.

Kirishima sighs and pushes his glasses up, “Something about Takaba Akihito, the kid from the apartment across from his.”

Sudoh freezes as the body guard actually chuckles. “You see something new every day.”

Kirishima lets his silence answer for him but Sudoh’s mind is racing connecting the dots and a jealous rage filling him.

“You’re fucking telling me that photographer bitch lives with Asami!?” Sakazaki spits from his place on the floor. “This is rich! You know he was sniffing around trying to dig up dirt on Asami, he’s the one you should have in here not me.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Sudoh growls and Kirishima chuckles.

“This isn’t the police station, silence is not going to help you at all.”

Sakazaki snorts and then spits, “Little slut was way too hot for there not to be a catch, of course Asami’s already fucked him and who knows who else.”

Suoh was next to him in a moment back handing him with a tooth loosening force. “Keep it up shit head.”

Sakazaki just sneers through a bloody mouth, “Tell Asami I’ll take him off his hands after he’s done.”

And Sudoh actually morphs into a gremlin with anger and envy.

“Let’s get out of here.” Suoh says with unusual disgust.

. . .

Bonus 2:

Asami lights up another cigarette and grunts as Kirishima hands him his drink. The man still looks impeccable even with the jean clad shaggy headed boy sleeping on his chest. And he looks perfectly at ease with this, and perfectly suited to it like he was created to hold Takaba Akihito while he slept.

“Sir, I think I should tell you Sakazaki said the kid was asking around about dirt on you.” Kirishima says even as he thinks about how peaceful Asami looks...something he hadn’t seen since their school days.

“Mind you’re own business Kirishima.” The man responds smoothly. And Suoh snorts a laugh. Kirishima withholds his eyes rolls but let’s loose a deep sigh.

“You are literally my business.”

Suoh snorts again.

“Akihito wouldn’t hurt a fly...intentionally.” He smirks fondly while sipping liquor. “We’ll see how this plays out.”

Kirishima bows and he and Suoh leave the room. When standing outside the door his fellow employee and friend finally voices his own bewilderment.

“What the hell is going on?”

Kirishima wished he knew. Oh, he wished he knew.

. . .

Bonus 3:

The door shuts behind Suoh and Kirishima and Akihito lets out a long breath through his nose and his arm tightens around Asami’s middle, as he presses himself closer to the man’s warmth.

“Are they gone?”

Asami chuckles, “Yes, kitten they’re gone.”

The photographer groans under his breath as he sits up and arches his back with a stretch and a few pops. He smiles sleepily at the crime lord.

“Damn, you make a pretty good pillow.”

Asami just smirks again, throwing back the last of his drink and bringing his cigarette up to his lips, hooded golden eyes taking in everything about the younger man on his lap.

“Can we go home now?” The boy asks, pushing his hair out of his eyes with a hand and looking around for a clock.

“I don’t know.” The businessman muses, “I kind of like the mood here.” They’re carefully not to break the enchanted like quiet lying over them, the night lights of Tokyo playing off delicate and chiseled features. And as Asami’s warm hand slips under his shirt and spreads over his side and down to the middle of his lower back Akihito can’t disagree.

He contentedly sinks into the kiss Asami pushes him into, moaning softly with the perfectness of it, of the moment...of them. Asami is so warm and secure and welcoming, his kisses redefining, his hands holding him together just waiting for the perfect moment to take him apart.

The drool runs from the corner of his mouth as Asami continues to kiss him deeply, a hand in his hair moving him any way he desired and the other hand strongly groping his ass. Akihito moans again, full and honest this time and Asami grunts back to him, licking over his lips and then back to the place he had bruised earlier as his hands both go to the photographer’s jeans.

Akihito’s eyes are dazed by the view of the city as his body hums and builds, as Asami’s hot breaths sends shiver after shiver over his skin. Looking out at the lights and city scape he falls apart crying out Asami’s name and the man himself whispering praises and assurances and dirty promises into his ear and sweaty hair.

“You doing so well, kitten. You’re perfect, you feel so good don’t you? I’ve got you, going to make you feel perfect, going to take you apart...going to make you mine.”

These words and the lights against the night sky welcome in a new age of Takaba Akihito’s life.

Chapter Text

It was funny because they hadn’t planned it at all but it had been simmering under both of their skin, at the back of their consciousness. Akihito was almost as ridiculously busy as Asami, still they found a lot of time to ‘see’ each other. But they had never honest to god gone out together. Never had a date or planned a special night or even adventured deeper into Asami’s knowledge and Akihito’s desire.

That was all about to change though.

Akihito received a wrapped box at work. It was white paper with a small black bow and he knew from the weight and shape of it it was jewelry and it was from only one person. He opened the card that came with it first. A simple piece of Sion paper and Akihito could definitely sniff his lover’s cologne on it.

Kitten,
I haven’t yet had the pleasure of wining and dining you. You’ve been so busy and so have I but let’s take a night for ourselves. Wear this and something nice, tonight at 8. (If you have any reservations about our intimate arrangement now would be the time to voice them)

Let me know, Asami

Akihito smiles at the short toned note, straight to business as usual. He opens the box and his breath catches. Like his earrings he was so fond of wearing it’s a black chain necklace and in the middle a pretty good sized, clear, tear shaped jewel. Knowing Asami it was probably a diamond.

It was beautiful and Akihito could tell as he knows Asami could as well it would look astounding on his white, slender throat that he knew Asami found incredibly sexy. He pulls out his phone and sends a quick response.

Aki: Tonight sounds great. No reservations. Also thank you but you’re gonna be fucking leveled

Bastard: I know, why do you think I bought it?

Aki: Smug ass

In truth Akihito had sort of been looking forward to this. He knew he was sexy and further more he loved what he did to Asami. He loved how he was the only thing that could drive the powerful man to distraction. So when Akihito saw the necklace he already knew what he would be pairing it with.

He goes home early and after a shower he dries his hair and does some light make up with a dark liner that just makes his light blue eyes sparkle and stand out even more. Then he goes to his closet to pull out his much anticipated outfit.

“Asami does not fucking know what he’s getting himself into tonight.” He mutters as he finds the box. Out of the dreamy white tissue paper comes this perfect piece of black lace. He pulls it on slowly, soft and sexy feeling up his legs. There were three thin straps high over each hip with lace half over his ass cheeks, the front was a little skimpy but he loved how the middle turned into a thong that rubbed against him teasingly and up into his butt crack.

The pair of panties really make him look fine especially his ass, and he spares glances to himself in the mirror as he carefully pulls on the black thighs highs as well. His long legs look divine in the hose and they lead the eye up to where the black panties put his fat ass cheeks on display. He knew Asami was going to be floored.

More than a little turned on next came designer skinny jeans and lace up combat boots with a bit of a heel on them. And then the shirt. Three quarters of the top was made up of a black leather corset that ended just shy of his nipples. The out of the top comes a shimmer almost see through collared top. The sleeves were billowy and ruffled at the wrists like a mid evil shirt, the collar was wide and there were no buttons.

If he’s not careful it would fall off his pale shoulders. As it were the v neck plunged down into the black bodice and the graceful slopes of Akihito shoulders were exposed as well as most of his white chest and delicate collar bones. The effect is breathtaking as he places the necklace around his neck and fastens it. The jewel falling just below the hollow of his throat.

The black of the chain make his eyes stand out and the fragility and beauty of his fairness and smaller form. Akihito feels truly beautiful and confident and oh so willing to be devoured with the thigh highs and painting running all along his most sensitive skin.

He tosses back a bit of wine while he waits the last few minutes and just the knock on his door sends shivers of arousal all over him. He takes an excited deep breath as he unlocks it and swings it open. The delay in Asami’s reactions as well as the look of pure hunger and primal desire makes Akihito weak in the knees.

The man himself is impeccably styled as ever. Navy blue suit paired with a barely pink shirt, hair styled perfectly, eyes hooded and aglow per usual. The line of his figure making Akihito’s mouth water and his guts clench, the breadth of his chest and strong arms, slim waist, thick thighs and long legs.

Akihito grunts as he finds himself pressed against his wall and then moans loudly into the vicious kiss as Asami forces his mouth open. Strong hands dig into his waist and then find his wrists holding him captive and powerless.

A sharp bite at his throat makes him letout another moan.

“You are fucking divine Kitten.” Was he crime lord growls against his neck. “I’m going to destroy you.”

Akihito struggles against his hold, arching his body into his lover’s. “You can try.” He contests.

Their eyes meet with shared blaze and their panting breaths match as Asami’s hand closes around his throat and over the exquisite diamond necklace.

“You’re no where close to being ready.” Asami’s whispers against his lips, and then licks over them nastily as he uses his grip on the boy’s wrists to move him down the hall further into the apartment.

Akihito is breathless and lost already as Asami still licks and sucks in his neck, he gasps with surprises as he’s forced over his kitchen counter, he shimmies his hips back against Asami’s pelvis as he feels fingers at the button of his jeans and knows he and his lover are about to get their minds blown.

Cold air hits his butt cheeks as the business man pulls his jeans down under his butt and he feels chills spread over his skin as Asami gives pause. “Fuck.” The crime lord mumbles and then Akihito is moaning as large hands grip his ass and knead.

“Akihito, you’re making it extremely difficult to want to take you out of here.”

Aki laughs and rolls his hips, feeling the bulge against his thighs. “Do you like them Asami-sama?”

He cries out with the sharp slap that lands by surprise and then moans at the next one. His skin blooming with a burn and he knows the pale color of usual is going an alluring red.

“I’m going to take you to pieces.” Asami promises darkly and then yanks the photographer up against his chest and pulls something from his pocket.

“This is your other gift.” He whispers darkly into the blond’s ear. It’s a glass dildo of pretty good proportions and Akihito only has the time to moan as Asami pushes it into his mouth, wet lips stretching around it.

“Good boy.” Asami praises as he begins to move it in and out slowly a hand coming to grip his neck. Akihito is dripping spit and whimpering with arousal as his feels two lubed fingers slip his panties aside and then plunge deep in side him.

He cries out with tears pricking his eyes around the toy and Asami pushes it in deep with tandem of his fingers. As Akihito begins to moan and cry with the sensation Asami truly intends.

“Here’s what we’re going to do , my little kitten. I’m gonna slip this nice and deep inside you and then we’re going go to dinner, that way my desert will be nice and ready for me after my evening smoke.”

Akihito can only whimper in agreement and Asami presses a fond kiss beside his ear. He gags as the dildo is removed from his mouth and gasps desperate breaths as he’s shoved back sprawn against the cold granite counter top and the cold wet glass dildo is pressed against his hole and slowly pressed inside him.

“Ah Asami, fuck that’s, that’s cold...” he breaks off in a shivering moan as it bottoms out ridiculously far inside him for him to wear it all night. The crime lord rights his panties and then just as Akihito thought they were through a slap lands on his ass angled to knock the toy deeper in him. He yelps and fingers scramble on the slick surface before him.

Asami shows no mercy that they’re about to go out. He gives him a thorough beating knocking the dildo further inside him each time, Akihito’s insides already feel so full and pulsating with satisfying ache, his butt cheeks and hole are burning and he knows they’re an alluring red tint.

Asami seems satisfied because he pulls Akihito’s jeans back up over his stinging skin and Akihito gasps and he reaches down to help do up his jeans and takes a few first steps with the toy inserted in him.

“How is it?” Asami asks and Akihito can hear the smirk but he can’t bring himself to retaliate. His body is in heaven and hell at the same time.

“Asami.” He moans softly as he steps closer to the man who only takes another step towards the door. “Fuck, I need you.”

And he loves the way this gets Asami going, eyes going black and pulling him into a cruel ravishing kiss.

“Have patience kitten, I promise I’ll give you what you need before the night is out.”

Akihito is shivering with sensitivity and pleasure with every step and he can tell Asami is high with the power and control of it. His eyes hooded and aglow, large hand on the small of his back as he leads the boy out of the building and into the waiting limo.

•••Dinner and a Show•••

Dinner was an arduous affair with all Akihito could think of the need for Asami between his legs. Now. The feeling, though annoying and taxing, after a while the photographer began to enjoy it. To lean into the powerlessness, the feeling of his mind slipping farther and farther away from independent and strong to precious and fragile and waiting with bated breath to see what Asami would do, to please him so that he would in turn please the boy.

The restaurant was obviously top of the line given the waiting crowd at the front. Asami and Akihito were rushed straight in and to a secluded corner in the back surrounded by candles and plants and tall exquisite windows looking out on a calmer, quaint street. Their table was hidden behind the dark stained wood of the back of the bar and the shelves there and the soft sound of the live music just barely reached them. It was both exhilarating and calming at the same time...and only added to the floating sort of feel Akihito was already sinking into. Like he wasn’t quite sure this could be real.

The ache between his legs sweetened and sweetened and every time he shifted his insides quivered with pleasure, shivering as his skin rippled with goose bumps. Warmth bloomed in his chest and stomach as Asami kept his glass full and soon he was moaning over lobster tail and a Wagyu steak.

Asami shifted his chair so that they remained close to one another as they ate supper and even with the building sexual tension between them they had a good time. Akihito giggling as he was fed a bite and Asami leaning in to smell his hair, to brush his lips along the satiny skin of his shoulder as he reaches to refill their glasses from the bottle of wine he had purchased. Reveling in the way Akihito bit his lip and shivered violently his hands fisting in the table cloth as he gulped down a moan, squeezing his thighs together.

“You’re doing so good.” He says lowly in the boy’s ear. “You look good enough to take right here and now.” The crime lord himself feels his cock stirring as the boy whimpers brokenly at those words, leaning towards him like he wouldn’t object.

He hooks a gentle finger under his chin and kisses him softly, tongue licking the saltiness from the corner of his mouth and pulling away slowly as the waiter comes to ask about desert. Akihito’s lips are puffy and dripping and he’s blushing terribly with embarrassment and want. Asami chuckles at him and orders a piece of cake from the menu for him.

The waiter walks away and Asami slowly slips the shirt from the blond’s shoulder watching goosebumps spread over the pale skin with the cold air. “Ah, Asami...” the boy says airily as the crime lord reaches up grabbing his chin and tilting his head up and away, his other hand smoothing down the length of his shoulder and pushing the sleeve even further away.

Akihito lurches as teeth sink into his skin harshly at the exact moment a large hand slips between his legs and long fingers push strongly against his hole and the toy there. He sobs as his hands scramble along his lover’s arm rocking into the pleasurable pain below and tears pricking his eyes as teeth hold a chunk of his neck before loosening and tongue and lips sucking and licking over the immediate bruise.

“Fuck,” he gasps with a whisper, moaning and closing his eyes shamelessly as he circles his hips and grinds down on Asami’s fingers.

Asami releases his neck, delving his nose into his neck and licking down over skin exposed because of his shirt pulled awry. Akihito bites his lip finding himself pushing his chest toward the man as a hot tongue leaves over one of his nipples and actually lets out a surprised cry as Asami’s hand sink into his pants. Skin on skin burning him up and feel so good and so shameful in this public place all at once.

Asami raises his head smirking, pulling his boy’s shirt back to rights as his hand selves even deeper, after flicking the head of Akihito’s dick several times he begins pushing the toy deeper and deeper in thrust like motions. He begins inserting fingers in alongside the toy just as the waiter walks up with Akihito’s desert.

Aki is burning with desire and shame. The humiliation curling around his insides as he realizes he wouldn’t change a thing, please just let Asami keep doing what he’s doing. Because of the table cloth nothing can be seen, and Akihito sits forward Asami’s finger slipping entirely in beside the dildo. His eyes almost roll back into his head at the added pressure and Asami watches the whole scene play out through amused but burning eyes.

As the waiter walks away Akihito bites his hand to keep in the moans as Asami begins fucking his fingers and the toy into him as best he can inside the pants.

“Eat up.” He whispers with a cruel smirk, “I bought desert just for you, you know I don’t like sweet things.”

Akihito’s chokes and moans around his cake as Asami continues to shallowly fuck him, the man feeding him wine every so often. Holding the glass to his lips as he sinks three fingers as well as the toy into his hole stretching and pushing deeper every time.

Akihito gulps down air and drool but not much wine, Asami tsks and licks the spilt trails from his chin and throat. At the last bite of cake Asami pulls his hands from his boy’s pants, fingers glistening and sinks them into the blond’s mouth, fingertips hitting the back of his throat and pulling them out only to under them again.

Akihito looks like he’s been through a marathon. Chest rising and falling rapidly, eyes dazed over and filled with unspilt tears, lips swollen and wet and nose all pink. Asami groans under his breath and pulls out his handkerchief wiping the spit from his lips and chin.

“Look at you.” He says quietly, and Akihito blinks seemingly waking up a bit, trembling hands reaching to do back up his pants. “You’re way too good for this, way too good to be here.” Akihito shivers as the fingers run over his shoulder, neck and then the necklace lying on his collar bones. “You’re way too good to be mine.” Comes the last whispered praise, and Akihito feels a rush of desire and joy at it, but also a deep ache and frustration at a doubt that they belong anything but together.

“So prove it to me,” he whispers back, turning his head, so close to his lover that their breaths mingle. “Don’t make me regret this.”

The hard glint of challenge in Asami’s eyes makes Akihito ache even harder inside for the man. Ache for him to be inside him. The power and the authority and the dominance it was all there to tear Akihito to pieces and put him together in the way they saw fit. To show what every parts they wanted to show and hide whichever parts they wanted to keep for only themselves.

It was in this realm of pleasure and pain and sex that Akihito had no problems giving over the reigns and simply melting into the roaring furnace Asami was.

“I’m going to fucking take you to pieces.” The crime lord whispers into his ear and Akihito can only hope that yes...he does.

•••Encore•••

As they walk into the huge dome roof room Akihito can hear the orchestra just starting up. The air in the room is crisp and cold and he shivers, can feel every nuance of it against his skin.

It’s an opera stage. Red curtains and long sections of floor seats and then box seats all along the walls. Akihito huffs to himself as Asami leads him upstairs to one of these vip sections of course. Then everything goes dark as they enter the only way distracted Akihito finds a seat is that Asami pulls him into his chest and subsequently his lap as the crime lord himself takes a seat at the table.

He notices right away the weird design. No one could possibly see into the box but they could see out. He could see the low light bleeding and hooded figures gathering on the stage the music vamping. He smirks a little himself even as he shivers trying to find a comfortable position. He did not see this coming. Asami brining him to the opera.

He’s watching everything carefully, actually more entranced by the decorative trim and carved boards than anything, thinking of doing photo shoots here when a server comes in with a rolling tray. Champagne in an ice bucket and two glasses, he’s not even surprised but leans back into Asami as he watches it opened and their drinks poured.

As the server leaves Akihito becomes aware of the bulge he’s sitting on and arches down on it, pushing the toy deeper in him, he feels the urgent flush of arousal washing back over him and Asami grunts behind him grabbing his thighs and pulling him down harder against himself. And Akihito feels himself become red as he realizes what Asami planned to do all along.

“You’re not...” he starts and Asami’s already smirking.

“I am.” The man totally ignores the breathtaking performance progressing in favor of nosing among Akihito’s jaw line where he’s turned his face towards him and sucking on his earlobe. Akihito lifts his hand to pull the crime lord closer by the back of his neck and their mouths merge in a deep kiss bespeaking of all the pent up desire and waiting.

Asami breaks away leaving Akihito breathless but his own lips shining and wet just like his partners. “You’re going to have to be quiet, kitten. That’s a tall order for you, isn’t it?”

He smirks as he gently uses his hands to pull the boy’s shirt off of his shoulders and immediately begins kissing and licking down their lengths each side in succession. Akihito whimpering under his breath and arching back into him when he would bite down and mouth at a particularly tender spot.

“Please...Asami.” He gasps, as circling his hips in his tight jeans was beginning to become painful. He bites the back of his own hand to keep silent as the man opens his pants and pulls them down over his bulge in the scant panties.

Asami tsks meanly and teases his fingertips over his kitten through the underwear. “Finally ready?” He asks sighing. And Akihito feels actual tears pricking his eyes.

“Asami, c’mon, anything...I’ll do anything...” he pleads breathlessly, circling his hips onto his lover’s erection trying to encourage him along.

Asami’s large hands grip his hips tightly halting his movements and Akihito shudders and moans into his hand at the whispered words into his ear.

“Nah, ah, ah...I know exactly how I want you.”

Akihito loses all sense of direction as Asami quickly stands and pushes him down onto the table face first and his head is still spinning when the man pulls his jeans down over his ass taking a moment to admire the black panties again.

The first thing that comes to his mind he does, he presses Akihito down with a hand on the middle of his back until his face down on the table, ass sticking out. The businessman pulls down the panties making the fat of his butt jiggle enticingly. And then he uses both hands to spread his boy wide open, the glass of the toy looking particularly pretty shining with lube in his pink hole in the dim lighting.

That sadistic part of him has him placing his thumb on the dildo and begin to push it in and out strongly at a quick place. Akihito lets out sweet little sobs into his arm where he’s pressed his mouth in an attempt to be quiet.

He knows from the way the boy’s thighs are beginning to shake he’s close so he goes harder slipping in two fingers like before and scratching gently at sensitive velvet walls. With his other hand he gives a cruel squeeze to the photographer’s balls and flicks over the head of his cock once and then the boy is shuddering and spilling over the table and his stomach, cheek pressed to the wooden surface panting as Asami continues to gently fuck the toy into him throughout his orgasm.

Asami chuckles and leans over him placing kisses on his neck and shoulders that Akihito chases, craning his neck that turns into a jerky arch as his lover pulls the toy out of his still spasming hole.

The boy does a horrible job at muffling his next loud moan as three long fingers sink into him without ado. “We’re no where near done.” The crime lord murmurs into his shoulder, “You know that right?”

Akihito gasps for air as the fingers are removed from him and he gets a precious few still moments. He follows his lover’s movements as large hands on his knees push his legs up until his knees are spread wide on the table top, chest and face pressed flat.

He can feel the cold air of the room on his ultra sensitive hole and dick. He presses back, eyes rolling back into his head with the erotic feeling of his lover’s mouth on one of his ass cheeks, teeth sinking in and sucking a dark mark into the supple flesh.

He rolls his hips back into the thumb gently massaging the mark. And glances back to find the raven watching him with such a glorious expression. It makes him ache with arousal by itself, the awe, the control, the desire. He presses his forehead to the table in a repressed shudder and groan as he catches the sardonic smirk just too late and the same thumb rubs not gently over his hole warm and dry.

Akihito is just taking his second deep calming breath when Asami’s strong fingers stuff what he thinks is the man’s tie into his mouth.

“You’re gonna need some help staying quiet.” Asami rumbles into his ear just as Akihito lurches in shock as searing coldness rubs over his hole and down his taint to be traced along his balls and cock.

Tears of pleasure and pain and embarrassing shock begin to creep from his eyes as he bites down on the tie instead of screaming as a piece of the ice from their champagne bucket is pushed into his entrance.

The feeling is sublime and cruel in ways he had never even dreamt of, his fingers clawing at the table and his hips circling and looking for something, anything. Akihito can feel the rumbling at his back as his lover chuckles, spreading that icy fire back over his skin again with a new piece as the one inside slips and slides deeper and deeper making Akihito gasps and whimpers pushing his hips back against empty air looking for Asami.

He’s expecting an end to the torture when he feels the smooth coldness of the glass toy being slowly pushed back into him, and his tears become fueled by frustration and desperation as he shivers while Asami pulls the panties back over his ass.

His head hits Asami’s shoulder with a thud as the larger man pulls him back up to lean against his front. Akihito’s chest rises and falls quickly and he trembles with painful arousal as Asami pulls his pants back up his legs. The crime lord guides him back until they sink into one of the chairs and Akihito desperately turns around within his lover’s arms pressing them chest to chest eyes wild and wet as Asami slowly begins pulling the tie out of his mouth.

The businessman thinks this is probably one of the single most erotic things he has ever beheld. Akihito with his bare shoulders and adorned pale throat, eyes weeping and lips swollen and dripping with saliva.

As soon as the material is gone from his mouth Akihito is in his space, breath hot air all over his lips and neck, arms wrapping themselves around and fingers sinking into raven locks. Asami rubs a hand up and down his back soothingly as he feels fresh tears land on his own cheek. He presses forward to take his boy’s lips in a deep and slow kiss in attempts or being the pace and desperation down.

“Please, please, please...” the boy is whispering against his mouth, fingers flowed into his suited shoulders. “Please Asami, don’t make me wait anymore. Please I’ll do anything, anything...”

Asami spreads a warm hand over the side of his face and traces a gentle thumb over the wet bottom lip, slipping it in and dragging the salvia all over it sensually and slowly.

“But I want you to wait more, kitten.” He says back easily. “I want us to wait.”

He watches with eyes dark as more tears slip down flushed cheeks and land beside the diamond on his kitten’s collar bones.

“Pretty baby.” He says underneath his breath and Akihito moans lowly at the unexpected term of affection.

Asami chuckles darkly, tracing his thumb back and forth through the messy lips. “We still have an hour or so left here, we better give you a distraction.”

Akihito obediently falls to his knees as he’s pushed out of his lover’s lap and to the floor between the man’s legs. He bites his lip to subdue the groan he wants to give as the toy jostles and presses against his most secretive places.

He watches blinking adorably as the man undies his belt and pants and pushes them down enough to bring out his cock. Akihito feels his mouth water and his lips tingle, he grunts in surprise with the sting as Asami uses a gentle grip on his hair to pull him onto the man’s huge erection.

He gags as Asami doesn’t give him much time to adjust and groans brokenly as the man slips down his throat and Akihito begins to suck the best he can, tongue flat along the underside of the crime lord’s large dick.

He blinks through hazy tears and wet lashes up at his lover as the man traces his lips with his thumb. The sexy dark pink pout wrapped around him so hot and perfectly, Asami just wants to ruin him, completely destroy him and see those crying wide eyes as he comes down his throat, maybe splashing some onto his face just at the last minute.

He jerks his hips forward at the thought and Akihito gags again, small hands coming to fist in his pants as he presses forward himself and hums with satisfaction around his mouthful. Asami feels desperation and frustration at his own plan for the first time that night. He watches his pretty boy from his seat as he imagines what lays in store for them tonight, not one of them paying any attention to the opera, only focusing on each other and making it through to the end.

•••Finale•••

Asami huffs as Akihito shoves him back into one of the limo’s seats. His lips are curved into that dangerous smirk and Akihito is going crazy for it, straddling his lap and grinding down on the erection that had been in his mouth just a few moments ago.

He’d dazed in and out for the rest of the show. Asami resting his mouth, the warmth and intimacy of it was like a lullaby swooning him into that safe and blissful place where Asami took care of everything, including him. Especially him. When applause had crashed into them up high in the box seat. Akihito had blinked and looked up to find the crime lord’s eyes already on him. Some kind of fiery adoration and awe there, his stomach only burned with more arousal as he thought of the possibilities that look offered him, the pleasure, the pain and the mystery of the very man himself.

He sat waiting, their eyes silently met. Asami gently grabbed his chin and directed him to pull off. He gasped as the erection pulled out, his tongue and Asami’s dick attached by a thin line of saliva, drool already making its way well down Akihito’s face and neck.

From there he only remembers the feeling of Asami’s quick and hot kiss and then strong warm hands leading him and holding him close...the cold air of the night and then Asami pushing him gently into the car the distance too long, the air too clear and empty. As soon as the door is closed Akihito is pushing himself back into the familiar and safe embrace, the person who anchored him down and would ground him with touches and graceful pain.

His ass is achingly empty made so much worse by the unsatisfying fullness of the toy. And he just wants Asami. Asami. Asami. Asami.

Asami can make this go away, he can fill that void, he can hurt him so good so that he will feel it tomorrow and still hunger for more. His lover doesn’t disappoint, strong king arms wrap around him holding him close as that hot sinful mouth matches on his neck and begin to suck heavily.

Akihito can feel the bruising already pulsing with blood, knows he will be marked there for weeks. He whimpers as his smaller hand slips into the raven hair and presses the head deeper against his own body. It’s the only thing that grounds him and makes him feel fulfilled and substantial. Like he really is somebody and not just drifting in desire and hopeless want.

“Asami,” he breathlessly whispers and even he can hear the new desperation, real pained tears.

“Almost there, kitten.” The man comforts against his sensitive skin, tongue laving messily. “You’ve been so good. Perfect, we’re almost there. Promise I’m going to take care of you...it’s going to be so good...”

And somewhere deep in his consciousness Akihito realizes this is what it had all been about. These hours of want and sexual tension building and building. This absolute powerlessness against the approaching need for release and the promise of the mind blowing sensations that his body was so eager for and a thousand times more sensitive to. This was exactly the night Asami had been making and molding. Making them wait for the perfect and terrible finale.

He doesn’t know how they make it to their building but as soon as the elevator doors are shut Asami has him pressed against the wall hands on his hips grinding them together. Akihito chokes out a moan and Asami shudders, eyes closing with the temporary relief.

The ding of the elevator coming to their floor has Asami grabbing Akihito by his thighs and lifting him up so the photographer wraps his arms around his neck and legs around his waist. Through deep kisses Asami some how manages to get done the hall and open his door.

As soon as the quiet darkness of Asami’s apartment surrounds them Akihito’s fingers rush with the buttons on Asami’s shirt and Asami himself begins to undo the fastenings of Akihito’s shirt however sexy it was.

“Asami,” the boy pants when all the buttons are undone and he grunts as they bang into a wall as Asami finally strips the shirt off him. The man pauses to strip off his jacket and shirt, smooth tan skin looking way too appealing in the low lighting, curves and plains falling with shadows and highlights.

Akihito’s hands land on his stomach and chest, his body falling into the warm skin, pressing his face into his lover’s wide chest, tongue laving over the sexy curve of his pec, a small testament to the man’s brute strength.

Asami’s large hands smooth down the boy’s slender back giving him a moment of reprieve before his fingers undo his jeans with the same haste and cradles Akihito’s upper body as he walks them into the living room.

Their eyes connect in the darkness, each wild and shining as Asami pushes the photographer down to the couch, following to hook his fingers in the waist of his pants and underwear pulling down swiftly. Akihito lifts his hips to accommodate having forgotten about the thigh high panty hose he still had yet to show the crime lord.

He feels the chill of being naked in the cool room, the air on all his private places. Goose bumps cover his skin and the ache heightens even more. He spreads his legs to make room for Asami, head hitting the cushions with a soft puff of the air being expelled from them.

When he opens his eyes back he realizes Asami hasn’t moved. And he realizes the man’s gaze is fixed on his long white legs encased in the shining black nylons with the tight lace around his mid thigh.

“Fucking...” the crime lord breaks off and Akihito whimpers with over sensitivity as the man runs one hand from his knee down his leg lifting his foot, spreading him wider open and pressing a gentle kiss to the arch of his panty hose clad foot.

“So beautiful, so perfect,” he mumbles almost to himself as he sinks to his knees on the couch and Akihito throws his head back with a moan as Asami latches onto the silky skin of his inner thigh right above the hem of the hose.

“Ah, Asami, please cmon...” he pants, as his finger tangle in the man’s shiny raven strands. He almost regrets putting on the edge high highs now. Surely without them Asami would be fucking him by now. However when the business man raises his head and Akihito gets a look of those wild dark eyes his whole frame shivers with arousal and expectation. He has never seen Asami in so little control.

He’s turned over onto his stomach like a rag doll. Face down and ass up. He moans into the coolness of the leather against his cheek and knees as Asami takes a minute to appreciate the sight of mikes of white porcelain skin and the black thigh highs squeezing tight on the fat of his legs just below the two bouncy butt cheeks.

Akihito sobs as the toy is pulled out of him unceremoniously and he hears it hit the ground distantly as something bigger and better begins to slowly invade him.

Asami is holding his ass open with each hand and watching himself disappear inside that lovely pink hole watching those fat cheeks and thighs shudder with his every movement.

“Kitten,” he says lowly, fully inside and leaning over his boy’s back and making Akihito choke with the sensation. “Are you ready?”

“Shut the,” Akihito pauses, panting through the sensations his body was goin through, “Fuck up and actually fuck me...please...” he gets out airily and he feels the man’s deep chuckle vibrate against his back as Asami’s large hands lace their fingers together.

Akihito honest to god screams at the first thrust. Asami sets a quick and brutal pace right away, knocking the blond up the couch with every one, Akihito a sobbing moaning mess, trying to spur the man on but not getting much words out besides his drooling whimpers.

The relief and pleasure that washes over both of them is surreal and Asami moves to hold Akihito’s hips and aim for his sweet spot every time. Pegging it relentlessly until Akihito is screaming with tears running down his cheeks constantly.

Asami reaches a hand up and slips fingers into the sweet messy mouth and Akihito immediately moaning around the digits and sucking diligently. With his other hand he reaches around to press against the boy’s flat stomach.

Akihito cries harder as Asami pounds his insides, feeling the man’s huge cock hitting against the hand pressed along his waist.

“Asami, please, I’m, fuck, I’m there please lemme, it hurtsssss...” he breaks off in a slur as Asami somehow quickens his pace even more, pushing the boy’s shoulders deeper into the sofa and Akihito arching his ass up into the blows of the businessman’s pelvis. Asami slips his hand down and grabs the photographer’s dick simply running his thumb over the head cruelly a few times before the blond goes taunt with his orgasm.

Everything goes absolutely silent for Akihito, everything he knows or can think is the sensation in his lower half. Wave after wave rolls over and over him, he’s choking on his breaths, fingers opening and closing helplessly. Blackness envelopes him like a soft blanket while he can still feel Asami hot and hard deep inside him.

•••Evening Smoke•••

Akihito comes back slowly, blinking his eyes groggily and groaning under his breath before his breath catches in his chest as he attempts to move into a more comfortable position.

He cannot. He’s lying on his back, arms bound over his head. His legs are bent at the knees and then tied pulling away towards the edges of the mattress. He feels the constricts of soft leather around his neck, can see the chains on either side attached to the bed as well. It should concern him how unconcerned and aroused by all this he is.

“You’re awake?” He glances down to find Asami walking back towards the bed, he’s still naked except for that dark blue silk robe open and show casing his huge cock still hard between his legs. The man has a lit cigarette hanging from between his lips and he pauses exhaling as he eyes rove over Akihito’s helpless form as if weighing whether anything is missing.

“You look so perfect like this, kitten. All collared up and leashed for me.” Akihito moans even as he tosses his head as if in one last effort to reclaim his freedom.

The man only chuckles and takes another deep inhale from the cigarette. He grabs something up from the end of the bed and Akihito watches even as his cock fattens back up and arches onto his stomach. Asami watching smugly

“Good boy.” He soothes as lowers himself to his knees on the mattress. “Now it’s my turn for some fun.”

Akihito watches with wide eyes as he holds up a long string of beads, clicking a switch somewhere on them and Akihito can here the small motors purr to life. He shivers as the man places the vibrating beads onto his inner thighs and then drapes them calmly over his dick. The boy moans and whimpers with pleasure and over sensitivity as the man grabs the other end and begins feeding the string inside the puckered pink hole.

Akihito’s sight begins to waver cloudy and clear again, watching golden eyes and a calmly smoked cigarette as he’s stuffed full of the quivering beads. His eyes finally shut by themselves as he totally surrenders to it, his consciousness melting into the mattress and into ecstasy after ecstasy.

•••

When Akihito wakes up he’s pretty floaty. Feeling clingy and needy. Pressing himself into the warmth at his side. Asami uses an arm to pull him close as can be and falling over him to keep him safely corralled.

He moans softly feeling himself clenching around the beads and he shifts again feeling several rolling over his inner thighs. He’s so confused as to what he’s really feeling, pain? Pleasure?

He hears himself whimper as he tosses his head frustratedly. His hands looking for something to grab onto. Asami grabs his hands with the arm cushioning the blond head and whispers soothingly in his ear.

“Shh, it’s okay kitten. I’m here.” With the sweet words, Akihito feels long fingers sneaking between his legs and he cries out when the beads turn back on vibrating again. He sobs with intense pleasure as the few beads get pushed back inside, Akihito can feel them slipping and shaking with Asami’s cum, some of it leaking and running down his thighs as the long string of beads is pushed back in his quivering insides.

“Oh, oh...ah Asami!” He gets out breathless as the man slips several digits into his hole, thoroughly rubbing against his abused walls and pushing the vibrating beads deeper and deeper.

“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t...” he cries prettily as he feels his lover shifting over his back, his fingers already clenching around Asami’s forearm in expectation.

The crime lord sinks back into the boy’s hot hole, the heat and wetness of his cum making it a sinfully easy slide. He’s surrounded with the vibrating, clenching walls and small bumps of the beads.

“Fuck.” He grunts hoarsely as he begins to fuck his boy slowly, burying his face in the sweet smelling neck and biting into a white shoulder to keep himself from cumming right away.

“I’m dying,” Akihito says through sobs and whimpers, as his tears run down his cheeks and onto Asami’s arm. “It’s so good I’m dying.”

He feels a strained chuckle against his back and Asami deepens his thrusts knocking the vibrating beads harshly against his prostate over and over...

He falls off the edge again listening to Asami’s whispered curses against his ear.

•••

It’s way into the morning when Akihito finally wakes up feeling refreshed having dozed off and on in Asami’s arms. He’s surprised at the way the man sleeps like the dead having thought he would be the paranoid type. But Asami slumbered deep and peacefully only occasionally shifting to pull Akihito impossibly closer and once to pull the covers up over their bare skin.

The warmth that surrounds Akihito is so perfect. Not being smothering or too much, just a glow of the ideal temperature constantly emanating from his lover’s larger body. In a word; Asami was the ideal snuggle partner.

Akihito snickers at this from within his cocoon of Asami’s arms and he watches as goosebumps spread over the skin his breath had fanned against. He takes a deep sigh and accepts the fact he’s going to have to get up and pee as well as clean up a bit.

One push against the broad chest caging him in does very little, but a couple of insistent ones make the man grumble and turn over on his back. The photographer still has to maneuver under the big arm that’s unwilling to let him go, all in all he considers it successful when he’s out of breath but Asami is still sleeping soundly.

He takes in a sharp breath in between his teeth, he’s sore, but the good kind. That delicious kind that just reminds him of every agonizing detail of the night before. He grabs the infamous navy blue robe off the floor and beads to the bathroom. He shivers as he turns on the hot water and waits for it to heat up.

Away from Asami everything is freezing and he sighs with relief as the hot water hits his skin. The businessman must have removed the beads sometime during the night so Akihito just has to wash thoroughly and rubs over the fingerprint bruises over his hips and wrists.

Fuck, they’d really gone at it last night. He finds himself grinning satisfied, as he spreads Asami’s ridiculously expensive and silky smooth body wash over his skin and scrubbing until the friction builds up some warmth. He has to work for a bit to get the eyeliner off but eventually he feels clean and completely fresh.

He wraps the too big robe around himself after he dries off and cuddles into it even though it’s not very useful for warmth, it smells delicious though. He leaves his necklace by the sink and runs his fingers through his messy hair before while shivering creeping back into the bedroom.

Asami is back on his side and Akihito wastes no time jumping right back into bed and pressing himself against the warmth of his lover’s chest. Curling up in the arc of his upper body and pulling the comforter back over them.

He presses his chilly nose against the warm skin of Asami’s chest and snakes one of his arms around his waist in order to slot himself as close as physically possible to his human heater. He freezes as he feels Asami move his head, pressing his face into his hair and his arms tighten around him.

“Mmm, you smell like me.” The man rumbles into his hair and Akihito shivers.

“Took a shower.” Akihito responds turning his face up and is treated with a sight. Asami’s handsome face still relaxed and golden eyes hooded and soft, black hair an attractive mess falling onto his forehead and over his undercut out of its normal slicked back style.

Akihito gives him a sweet smile and reaches up to feel the pointy short hairs under the longer soft strands. “You finally woke up?” His lips turn up in a smirk and arches his neck, the raven headed man quickly giving him what he wants.

Aki sighs into the soft kiss as Asami’s hand spreads sure and warm across his back, pressing him close tongue making languid passes over his lips and then lazily slipping inside.

When Asami pulls back the look in his eyes makes Akihito pause, his slimmer fingers spreading over the chiseled cheek of his lover. Asami’s lips turn up minutely with a gentle expression. And Akihito tilts his head in question, giving him back a mutually soft smile.

Asami chuckles under his breath laying his head back on the pillow and closes his eyes again hugging Akihito tight to his chest. Akihito giggles within the constricting embrace.

He cuddles into his chest as Asami buries his face back into his sweet smelling hair. “I miss you.” The man says softly, almost sleepily and Akihito laughs again, though his breath is caught in his chest. Heart skipping a beat, because he knows exactly what the man means.

He already misses waking up like this tomorrow morning, misses this scent, misses this warmth. Misses this safety and security. Misses this familiarity and sense of belonging.

“Me too.” He whispers back knowing this is what they’re saying instead of those three words neither of them are ready to say. Probably would never be. But he smiles through tearing eyes as the man pulls him closer and he can feel the exact moment Asami slips back into slumber, his body going limp and the weight of his arms around the blond’s smaller frame holding him in place.

And Akihito wouldn’t have it any other way. Maybe this is what he needs. Maybe this is why they worked so well, because Akihito was a runner and a free spirit and Asami was a taker and strong unbreachable wall. He’d never let go of something he wanted, something he needed.

Perhaps they were the sense of danger and anchor of security they both needed and hadn’t found before this moment.

•••

The next morning Asami finds Akihito sipping espresso out on his balcony. As in Akihito’s apartment’s balcony. The man step out onto his own in his pants and his vest, sipping on his own coffee.

“Good morning.” He greets, not even trying to disguise the fact that he just wanted to catch a glimpse of the boy before another long day.

Akihito smirks over at him in his mouth watering jeans and thin t shirt. “Stare much?” He says drily, and his smile gives him away when Asami laughs.

“Yes.” He responds easily and Akihito rolls his eyes.

“Bastard.”

“Meet me at the door.” The crime lord prompts, a smirk on his lips.

“You could ask me to meet you at the door.” Akihito responds coolly. “And I may comply with your request if I have not already departed for the day...”

Their smirks clash and both their bodies are tight and coiled waiting for the other to make the first move. In the same split second they bolt towards their doors, one racing to escape the other racing to capture, smiles and eyes wild on their faces, hearts soaring with the competition and the thrill and the simple joy of living.

And if things get a little heated depending on the winner neither of them seem to care.

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Asami stands as he exits his car, Kirishima opening the door and standing waiting. Suoh turns off the car and joins them, waiting in the chilly early evening air, the warm winter sunset just barely hitting the sides of Asami’s warehouses. The crime lord finds himself thinking about the sunsets he’d watched simply waiting for Akihito to walk out on his balcony.

A striking red and orange and pink sky would always draw the boy out. Like flies to honey. His eyes would sparkle as he slid his door open and those cute plump lips would part in tireless awe. The colors caressed his skin, the glow reflecting off his perfect complexion and leaving a sheen of a rainbow of colors in that lovely blond hair. Asami loves him in those moments, the chilled wind bringing to rise the blush in his cheeks and the rush making his heart beat fast and his tongue sharper then ever.

For the rest of life that would be what the setting sun would make him think of. The first time Akihito bested him in their little game of wits and began the long list of occasions where he mistakenly seduced the most dangerous and powerful man in Tokyo. He smiles to himself as pats down his pockets for cigarette and a lighter only to find he doesn’t have them. Kirishima dutifully brings out the spares he kept on hand and lights the tip for his boss.

Asami grunts in thanks and takes a couple of puffs before turning to Suoh. “What are we looking at here?”

“Sakazaki and his men, as well as Sudoh Shu...” Suoh gives a dismissive shake of his head. “They are obviously associates. But I believe Sakazaki has more to lose and less to fear than Sudoh. We should separate them, Sakazaki should give us what we need shortly.”

Asami nods and hums as he takes another deep inhale of his much needed smoke. “What do we know so far? Especially regarding Akihito.”

“Not much more than what I’ve told you boss.” Suoh says thinning his eyes with thought. “Sakazaki has definitely met Takaba san before...that being said the attraction did not at all sound like it was mutual.”

Both men cut eyes at each other as their boss chomps through his cigarette and spits out the piece from his mouth and grinds the butt in the cement with his shoe.

“I’ve been looking forward to this.” The crime lord says. Voice way too chilled and face much too veiled. They both swallow, having seen their angry boss at work before, even being ruthless men themselves they didn’t care to witness it.

A day and two nights without seeing the light of day will do wonders for a man. Especially a guilty man. Asami walks into the room in his immaculate suit and smoking his cigarette and it sends the most excruciating thrill of relief and terror into the prisoners. Relief the waiting and not knowing had come to an end and terror of what was immediately to come.

“Asami thank God, I’m so glad you’re here so we can clear this up...” Sudoh gushes as soon as the man enters and Asami only raises a brow and then turns minutely to Suoh.

“Get some men to wait with Sudoh-san outside while we have a word with Sakazaki.”

Suoh nods his head and directs with his hand to two men standing by. They grab Sudoh by both his arms and more or less drag him over the concrete floor and outside the metal door. It clangs loudly behind them. Suoh him so elf effortlessly lifts and ties Sakazaki to a metal chair.

Sakazaki gives Asami a fake smile once this is all done, “I’d stand and greet you if I wasn’t all tied up.”

Asami gives a scoffing smirk back to him greeting, “There’s only a few choice words I want to hear from your mouth. Anything else save for another time and someone who cares.”

Sakazaki snorts a laugh and shakes his head. “You’ve locked me up in here for two days only to skip niceties?”

Asami puffs from his cigarette and just regards the man through the gathering smoke. “I would have paid you a civil visit if I wanted to exchange greetings. As it is I believe our interests may have mistakenly clashed.”

Sakazaki’s expression goes dark and he spits disgustingly. “You can skip the careful wording. I know I went against you, and I knew what the price might be.”

Asami takes another draw of his cigarette, “Why did you do it then?”

“I’ve always had my eye on your blond at Dracaena. When he played into my hands, it was too good to pass up. It was like fucking christmas.”

Asami nods as he turns to pace a few steps. “Sudoh has gotten himself into this mess, he deserves everything and more of the punishment I have planned for him.” He turns sharply at these words to fix Sakazaki with his golden gaze and the sweet tone in his voice that fixed many a deal in his time and favor.

“That doesn’t have to be the case with you though.”

Sakazaki’s face takes on an ill disguised jump of surprise and hope. “I did nothing except not enlighten you as to Sudoh’s extra curricular dealings.” He says sharply. And Asami waves off his words with a sharp motion.

“The friend to my enemy is also my enemy, you know the saying.” Asami says dismissively.

In the background Kirishima cocks his head to the side thinking, ‘pretty sure that’s not how to saying goes.’

And Suoh cutting his eyes at the secretary, ‘same thing.’

Sakazaki looks less sure of himself. “I have no beef with you. You know we have always stayed out of each other’s way.”

Asami snorts, “No. You’re just so pathetic you’ve never even gotten in my way, Sakazaki.”

A nasty smirk makes Sakazaki’s lips shape up. His mouth is still rimmed with dried blood where Suoh had slapped him the other day making it look especially horrendous.

“I know you. The great Asami Ryuichi...you don’t care about the fact I didn’t rat Sudoh out. This is about our mutual ties to a certain sexy photographer.”

Asami holds out a hand to stop Suoh’s advance to teach the man a lesson. The chill in the crime lord’s gaze is terrifying.

“Your chances of leaving here relatively unharmed just lessened by one hundred percent.” Asami says drily as he drops his cigarette and snuffs it out with his toe.

Kirishima places a metal chair in front of the other holding Sakazaki and Asami sits calmly while slowly pulling a pair gloves out of his coat pocket.

“Now let’s get onto the part of this conversation where you tell what I want to know.” He says calmly but the arch of his brow is condescending and Sakazaki bares his teeth in answer surging forward and truly fighting with the zip ties around his wrists.

Suoh shoves him back with all his might and gives him another slap, it was playful at the most, just preparing him for the thing to come. The bodyguard catches the chair which was toppling over and sets the small time mafia straight again.

Sakazaki comes back up eye to eye with the gold calm gaze of Asami Ryuichi.

The last few days of happenings in his life were nothing to this man. Being dragged in by professional mobsters and made to wait in a dark damp warehouse would probably change his life forever. Yet to Asami it was a blip. A little business interruption...a small amusing retribution against someone who had dared to lay a finger on his blond attraction or lover.

The coldness, but the fire in those eyes told Sakazaki all about how much the crime lord was going to enjoy everything that was about to happen to him.

And that was terrifying. He knew Asami didn’t care but he would enjoy it even so.

“Okay...” he says shakily, holding up his hands. “Me and my boys found Sudoh moving cargo at one of your docks, at first I assumed he was just in charge of some project of yours...” he takes a deep breath and a second to gather himself. When he looks back up to Asami his eyes have regained some of his confidence and nastiness.

“...but your reputation proceeds you Asami. You don’t deal in human flesh.”

Asami gives no reaction but both Suoh and Kirishima look at least a little shocked.

“So you black mailed him. For what? Sexual favors?” Asami sneers and Sakazaki laughs shaking his head and spit some dark red saliva to the ground.

“For a third of the profits and my silence, he might tell you he HAD to fuck me, but that slut loves it. Had to get something while he waiting on you to finally notice him.”

Asami ticks an eyebrow and huffs sitting back in his chair. “So tell me if I’ve got this right. Sudoh was using my ships, docks and routes to human traffic, you found out about and aided him for profit and sexual favors...”

He holds up his hand when Sakazaki opens his mouth to interrupt.

“...because believe me, if what Sudoh was after was really me in bed then no, he was not having sex with you willingly, Sakazaki.”

Asami shakes his head, “Where was I? Oh yes. You blackmail Sudoh and make profit off of him misusing my properties...and you really expect that I won’t look to you for compensation?”

Asami shakes his head and smiles demurely at the tied up man. “If my reputation really proceeds me you must know...things aren’t looking great for you.”

Suoh sniggers behind him at the unusual casual wording from his boss. Kirishima gives him a disapproving look.

Sakazaki gives a disgusting bit of laughter and a smile. “I know, I’m not stupid. I know being thrown into a dark warehouse probably means it will be the last thing I ever see. But you know what? It was worth it. I had a great time, with both of your fucking blonds.”

The blow Asami lands in the man’s stomach is powerful enough to skid the chair back a couple feet. All of his power surging forward from his seated position pushing into it. Sakazaki yells and grunts and spits up some blood as Asami pants through seeing red.

Kirishima and Suoh exchange looks.

Sakazaki, as most of the dumb reckless ones do, knows the end is nigh and let’s out the remainder of his nastiness and spite while he has the chance. Somehow thinking angering Asami into a rage will bring death quicker.

“Really Akihito it so soft, you should watch him more carefully. He almost didn’t make it back to you that night.” He sneers, “And you already know I’ve got a thing small blonds and places to keep them.” He spits blood again and Asami really loses his sight at the thought of Akihito chained and loaded like cargo for Sakazaki’s pleasure.

His fist swoops from under this time, knuckles splitting across the man’s face and a sickening crack echoes as Sakazaki screams and his nose literally squirts.

“This guy just doesn’t fucking shut up.” Suoh says casually.

And Asami stands kicking his chair away behind him. Kirishima sighs and pushes up his glasses, hating when his boss got so bent out of shape. It always made for a mess to clean up.

Sakazaki is somewhere between sobbing and cackling and Asami is fisting and unclenching his hands in an attempt to control himself. He himself is surprised at how much Sakazaki’s shallow words were getting under his skin.

But this was Akihito. This was different. Where Akihito was involved everything was different now. He detested how Sakazaki put Sudoh and Akihito on the same level, how the man talked as though he could either or one of them and it would be all the same.

Akihito was everything and more. Nothing stood to compare, nothing was worthy. Akihito was so much more than someone he could have so he did, or someone who wanted him and Asami decided not to fight it. Akihito was a force. Like water on rock. Akihito crashed into him, and, not giving up, surrounded him and submerged him until the blond was the only thing the crime lord could breathe in.

Akihito was sacred. And Asami was finding out now as well as his best friends and most faithful employees...no one talked about Takaba Akihito. Not a word. Not a glance. Everything about him was off limits, the whispers of his name, wayward eyes lingering for a millisecond.

And Asami found himself losing to the rage as Sakazaki minimized what they had. Comparing them to the age old crush Sudoh had on his wealth and looks. This was wrong. He and Akihito were so much more. Akihito was so much more. But no one knew. Not even Akihito knew. The rage at himself and the world around them is billowing up in him and pouring out of him.

Suoh steps forward to give a hand knowing how to read his friend and boss’ body language by now. Things were about to get ugly. It takes both of them to pull the man’s legs out from under the chair where he had crossed them at the ankles in the zip tie.

Sakazaki fights them all the way.

Asami takes a deep breath, trying to distance himself somewhat. He always lost it a bit when he got too involved.

“Your never going to see Sudoh again.”

Sakazaki spits a mouth full of blood on the cement floor as he tries to kick his legs out from there straight position, knees locked.

“And you are never going to see Akihito again.” He finishes.

“You really must tell me where you found him.” The man bites back lasciviously, teeth awash with blood.

It’s the straw that breaks the camels back. Asami stomps on the man’s knee with all his might. With all his pent up disgust and rage. Sakazaki screams and wails...doesn’t stop making a hell lot of noise. His leg is virtually snapped into three pieces, his calf and foot, and his thigh...with the knee a shattered dangling mess hanging between the other two by bone pierced skin.

Asami takes a step back and a deep breath. Things feeling more right and level upstairs and in his chest. He smooths down his coat and pats around for a cigarette, forgetting he doesn’t have them. Kirishima appears readily with them again.

Asami puffs out his first lung full of smoke over the man’s writhing body, “I feel fairly certain, it was him who found me.” He states calmly. Though Sakazaki was well beyond the pint of understanding any words.

The crime tsks with disgust and waves his hand towards Suoh, “Bring Sudoh in now.”

Suoh bows his head and gives Sakazaki a last spiteful push of his own, crashing him and the chair he was bound to down to the floor in screams of agony and clatters of metal against cement.

Kirishima opens the door with a loud clanging and two black outfitted men bring Sudoh in. The fake blonde is pale and shaking, huge eyes going from Asami to Sakazaki and back to the crime lord. Suoh takes him from his subordinates, grabbing his upper arm and dragging him across the room and to a chair next to the fallen one holding his lover, associate and tormentor.

“Asami-sa...”

Asami tilts his head forward giving him a pointed look with one perfect arches brow. Sudoh snaps his mouth shut and regards the crime lord with huge dark rimmed eyes like a scolded sleep deprived puppy. But not that cute.

“Sudoh, I want you to look at your...friend over there. You see, he got like that because he couldn’t keep his mouth shut but he wouldn’t say what I wanted to hear.”

Asami takes a deep inhale of his cigarette, and sends the blond a condescending yet understanding look. “I already know everything, Sudoh. And I would love for you to be difficult so I can do to you what I did to Sakazaki but I’m giving you a chance...”

Sudoh blinks his eyes looking around the room and all the men staring at him expectantly. And then it dawns on him. Asami is threatening him and he means it. There’s a cold light in the man’s eyes that bespeaks it. He’s already high off of what he’d done to Sakazaki and Sudoh can see how he’s waiting for him to act up.

It’s now for the first time the man honestly feels fear towards this powerful man he’d been dreaming about. This is what people whispered about, why no one dared to cross him, why he excelled in this dark dark world. Before Sudoh had been so confident in his seductive and business powers that Sami would overlook his “unethical” ways of becoming more successful and catching his eye.

But he remembers now that even the unethical have rules. Like men in prison against child molesters. He now realizes he’s crossed Asami’s line, and the next few seconds will determine whether or not his life goes on.

“Speak!” Suoh barks at him kicking the leg of his chair and Sudoh feels the metal chair give a little and terror shudders through his body thinking of what such a man could do to his body.

He gulps, grating on his dry throat, “Asami-sama, please understand. I saw an opportunity and I took it, the profits are incalculab...”

He breaks off mid sentence as Suoh back hands him across the face. “You know the laws we live by in Asami-sama’s group. There is never an excuse for dealing in human flesh.”

Sudoh’s sight blurs in and out as he tries to focus on golden eyes distantly above. “I was never trying to go against you.” He says, trying to sound as soft and loyal as possible. And honestly the poor blond meant it. He thought if he made a large enough profit Asami would overlook his going over his head. But it wasn’t the breach of authority that made this offense so horrible. It was the breach of unspoken ethics that Asami and his friends held so precious. They had laid these rules years ago when they had started this whole crime lord ordeal.

“And yet you have.” The man himself finally speaks. “Sudoh, I’ve overlooked a lot of the liberties you’ve taken against me and with my name. Such as spreading around we would be a couple and such nonsense. But this is where I draw the line. I believe you were warned were you not about this?”

Sudoh can only hang his head as shivers run through him at the man’s deep authoritative voice.

“You know I have killed men for less.” The man says easily. Still holding his cigarette in between long fingers. “You signed your own fate.”

Sudoh blinks in shock and surprise never once had he thought this would end his death. Foolish. Stupid. Blind. It hits him like a tsunami in his gut. These were his last few minutes.

Asami rises getting ready to go and Sudoh scrabbles at the receding strings of his survival.

“Wait!” He nearly wails reaching out a hand. “What about that photographer? You know he was digging for info on you?”

“What do you mean what about him?” Asami asks, turning back and arching his brow.

“I mean what are you going to do to him? Are you going to kill him like us?” The faux blond asks with a nasty tilt of his head and tone but with big fake innocent eyes.

Asami tilts his head back in sarcastic echo. “Do to him? I’m going to go home and take care of him like good lover should.” His lips take a sardonic twist and jerks his head towards Sudoh singling him and his men to push gags into the men’s mouths and prepare them for execution. Sudoh screams through the cloth at his boss and object of his affections.

As the man’s broad back disappears Sudoh’s eyes fill with tears realizing he was never in a thousand years anywhere close to achieving the things he heart most desperately desired. And Asami drops his cigarette in a puddle just outside, catching faint hints of gunshots as he climbs in his car, mind only on Akihito. His beautiful striking eyes, sharp tongue and gorgeous perfect body...and the simple understanding they both shared. Dirty instinct and caring emotion as their bodies and minds melded closer and closer each time they met.

He’s thinking of Sakazaki’s dirty words and looks. How he’d assumed Asami only meant to use the photographer for a while and then move on. How Sudoh assumed he was in for just as much punishment as anyone else. Asami hated that. He finds himself still grinding his teeth at the thought. That they didn’t know how invaluable the small boy was.

And he thought Akihito himself probably didn’t know how precious he was to the crime lord. He wanted to mend that. He wanted to set into Akihito’s mind the level of treasuring he deserved. How Asami would hold on to him and protect him forever. How Akihito could do anything and everything, a thousand times worse than Sakazaki and Sudoh and Asami would still embrace him and shield him from all repercussions. Would gladly allow him to do whatever he wanted, to wreck havoc on his carefully built life and business...

He’s high with the adrenaline rush of what they’d just done to Sakazaki but his mind is tender on Akihito. Thinking of going home to him. Wrapping his arms around his small frame and just having him. Simple having him close, in his arms, in his apartment. Not letting go. And he finds himself settling on this as the reason why Sakazaki and Sudoh had to die.

How dare they think Asami Ryuichi would ever let Takaba Akihito go?

•••

When he gets up to their floor and walks down the dark hall Asami can see the light barely seeping from underneath Akihito’s door. He smiles thinking of his kitten in those infamous white sweat pants cooking something up for his supper and sipping on red wine. He doesn’t stop to think or reason he just knows that he wants the boy in his arms, he wants them both to know they stand. That Asami wants Akihito to be a fixed part of his life. A permanent fixture that his employees, friends and yes, even enemies knew about.

He wanted them to know, and tremble with fear of the couple. To feel the terror in their bones of what Asami would be capable of where his lover was concerned. He wanted everyone, even the very top political leaders to know that Akihito held more power in his small body and fiery eyes than they could ever dream of. He wanted them to know...Akihito owned him. He would do whatever the boy asked, he wouldn’t even question. He would happily kneel at that throne. But only to prove he owned Akihito as well. Their two very souls and fates intertwined and volatile, balancing somewhere between affection and pure obsession.

He stops and knocks a couple of times before grabbing the door handle and testing it. The door swings open and Asami finds himself smiling and shaking his head at the same time. Somewhat wishing Akihito was more careful but also so fond of that trusting openness the boy had.

He closes the door behind him, light is warmly washing over the floor from the kitchen and low music is drifting through the air. As predicted there’s a bottle of wine open on the counter top beside the fridge with the cork lying on its side. Asami takes a few more steps looking around for the blond and spots him leaning against the end of the bar wine glass in hand concentrating hard on his laptop, clicking every few seconds.

“Hello kitten.” He greets, voice deep and gentle. Akihito still jumps, eyes wide as they fly to his face and a hand to his chest.

“Fucking hell.” He sighs when recognition dawns over his startled gaze. “Fucking bastard.”

Asami chuckles going to him, “The door was unlocked.”

“I know.” The boy says, smiling at him sweetly and turning away from the counter so Asami can pull him close. “I was hoping you’d be back soon.”

Asami hums in reply, leaning to bury his nose in the silky soft blond hair. “Still working?”

Akihito waves his hand, “Not really, just messing around with some editing.”

At that Asami takes his chin gently in hand and sinks them into a slow, soul deep kiss. The end of the day washing over them, tiredness and relief like molasses in their veins. The boy tastes like red wine and soy sauce, and Asami is musky cigarettes and warm liquor.

Akihito hums sweetly into the kiss, hands reaching, one to wrap around the wrist holding his chin and the other slipping along his lover’s side, feeling the strong and rolling muscles under the perfectly tailored suit.

Asami’s skin is warm and smooth and Akihito gently rubs his thumb along the skin under the inside of the sleeve, knowing even the slightest touch and sign of wanting more made the crime lord fly out of his usual calm state. Akihito smiles into the expected deepened kiss, saliva coating their lips, the alluring wet sound making both of them lean further into each other. Asami’s hands slip down the arch of his boys spine and pushes him closer at the small of his back.

Akihito is slipping away willing giving himself up to the sensation and whatever Asami wanted to do for the rest of the night when something pulls back towards cognition. His fingers are wet...slippery on the soft skin of the inside of Asami’s wrist. His eyes flutter and he pulls away to see what it is and Asami chases after him, easily switching to his neck, mouth hot and so so so good on the sensitive skin beneath his ear.

Akihito’s eyes slip shut in the exquisite pleasure as he raises his hand to see what he’d got on his fingers. The color hits him like a cold wave, but his brain struggles to catch up and realize the only thing it could possibly be.

His fingers are coated with red, the sticky slickness of it spreading as he rubs his finger tips together in gross curiosity. He feels Asami give pause against his neck and then the man pulls back to look at him, lips still ashine and pulse speedy. His hands remain wide on Akihito’s back but looks down fondly questioning at the boy as if asking what could really be that important to pause their making out over. And then his eyes fall to the photographer’s slender pale hand stained by the bright red.

They both kind of stand there and stare at it dumbly for a millisecond before heat flashes of panic wash down Akihito’s spine as his brain races and realizes exactly why it’s there, why it was on his lover. And now it’s on him.

For some reason he just knows it wasn’t Asami’s blood, and that it wasn’t some sort of accident. He knows that this was inevitably the moment they had to talk about it. That he had to make a choice, he had to face what someone he cared about did to other humans. And know that it didn’t bother Asami, it was business to Asami...an every day thing.

“Akihito...” the man says slowly, evenly. For once, like he himself didn’t know what to say. And all Akihito can think about is washing it off his hand so he pulls away but Asami holds tight to him and if Akihito hadn’t been so panicked about getting someone else’s fucking blood off his skin he would have seen the uncertainty and fear in the crime lord’s usual steady gaze.

Akihito pauses and looks up at Asami with a sharp tilt of his chin, hands on Asami’s arms trying to push them off his waist. “The hell Asami?!” He places a hand on the middle of the man’s chest and shoves him back. Asami lets go and rocks back a couple of steps honestly surprised at the strength Akihito had pushed him with. But really what rocks him back is the quick turn of events, and the doubt in Akihito’s clear blue eyes. And then the...

...The pain in his chest. The knowledge that he was causing this, that he brought this into their relationship. He brought this to Akihito. His heart feels like it’s too big for his chest as he watches Akihito give him an incredulous look as he retreats behind the bar to the sink.

“Akihito...it’s alri...”

Akihito jerks his head up eyes wide and skin getting red where he’s scrubbing them under hot water. “No. You don’t tell me it will be alright.” He says, voice dangerously calm, eyes meeting Asami’s straight on. “I will tell you if it’s alright.”

Asami says nothing, doesn’t argue with this. In fact he knows Akihito is right. This part of him and his work wasn’t going away. Everything was up to Akihito now. Can he live with this? Live with this part of the man he...he was close to.

They both stand there staring at each other with the water running. Akihito looks down and the water inside his dirty dishes in the sink is pink. His hands tingle and they’re trembling, and he thinks as he looks up from the sink that Asami looks so real like this. Open and vulnerable...but there is blood streaked down his wrist, splashed up his sleeve.

“You, this is...everything they say about you is true?” He gets out jarringly resting his hands on the edge of the sink and sighing as he leans against them.

Asami nods, while watching Akihito closely.

“Yes, I am the top of the food chain as far as criminal Tokyo goes. As far as most of Japan for that matter.” And Akihito can’t help but smile at the usual boast and swell of self accomplishment Asami can’t keep out even in this tense moment.

“And tonight...what is this?” He asks unsteadily, holding up his hands.

Asami takes two steps closer to the boy. “It’s exactly what you think it is, kitten.” He says lowly and with so much pain and regret in his face like he wished he could be telling a thousand other truths.

“And this person is...” Asami waits for a second to see if the blond could even voice the words.

“They’re dead Akihito.”

Akihito bites his lip and nods looking at his feet. “And this is normal? For you?” He asks again slowly.

Asami sighs. Has been thinking about this question. About the wall it irrevocably stands between the two of them. “More often than not.”

They stand still in the silence. Both knowing this as the point of no return. Staring at each other, minds racing to grasp what there was to lose...could they go back to the life before each other.

But the blood is smeared down the back of Asami’s hand where Akihito had pulled away from him and the color is loud and Akihito can’t think with it there...thinking how it’s on both of them and while it was still present and coated on Asami’s skin then he would never be clean of it.

“Akihito...” Asami says gently, taking a couple of bold steps closer.

Akihito flips the water back on and his eyes are wide glued to the run of water. “Get out.” He says so softly he’s not even sure if he said it himself.

Asami jerks to a stop at the hushed words and watches as Akihito begins to wash his hands again this time with dish soap. “What?” He says dumbly, somehow not even have thought of the possibility that Akihito would throw him out, block him out. Leave him.

“Get out.” Akihito says again evenly, eyes aflame with emotion but steady as he meets the crime lord’s feared gaze just as easily as he always had.

And here in front of the boy that had stolen his heart Asami can’t fight, he has nothing more than Akihito. The boy’s inward fire and resolution was the same as his own. Going up against Akihito would be useless. Their souls burned with the same power, but Akihito’s was infinitely pure. Asami couldn’t stand against him. All he could do was kneel at his mercy and wait. Wait for a day when Akihito came to realize what Asami already had. That Akihito’s light was stronger and brighter and would burn over and past the darkness Asami brought to him.

He doesn’t say anything else. He does as he’s told...for the first time in a very long time. He’s already pulling off his tie and undoing his shirt buttons as he shuts Akihito’s door behind him and unlocks his own. Stares for a moment at the dark red spot on the white of his dress shirt sleeve as the shower heats up and he throws it to the floor in disgust missing the hamper.

And he finds himself echoing mmmm Akihito’s actions, scrubbing his hands ruthlessly and feeling so tired of this thing he can’t, won’t stop. This is his life. It brings him wealth and unhappiness and blood. And he knows this, he was prepared for this. But this time his chest aches. Aches for himself, for Akihito...for what they could have been. The inevitability this time hurts so much worse. That there was nothing he could do to fight this or stop it...that he simply must let Akihito and the end wash over him until they are eventually completely gone.

And he knows he has to let it happen. That he can’t try to stop it because that would be a crime against Akihito and the rest of his life. Akihito deserves the right to decide if he could live with this or not. He deserved the right to say no to the burden Asami would give him. The dark glorious cloud they would live beneath.

He goes through the motions mechanically, eyes dry and fixed in nothing. Washing his body and hair. Drying off in the shower and stepping out naked, padding into his closet and picking out his favorite silky navy pajama pants that only make him think of Akihito now.

There was nothing left to be done. He realizes as he stares at his bed, the place where he and Akihito had tangled together so many nights and woke warm and quiet in the dim mornings. He sighs, slicking back his hair with both hands as he heads to the living room thinking of whiskey and wishing he had put the bullets in Sudoh and Sakazaki’s heads himself.

The room is dark except for where the faux fire casts a dim glow on the floor. Tokyo’s night sky line is alive through the huge windows and all is still and silent. It feels like everything is holding its breath for this moment in Asami’s life.

Akihito’s silhouette is sharp against the city’s lights.

Asami is frozen for a split moment. The boy is standing there in his white sweats and the matching top to Asami’s pajama pants looking out the windows with his hands in the pockets of his pants. Asami can see the dampness of his skin where the shirt hangs open and he can smell the fresh scent of Akihito’s body wash in the air.

He doesn’t even have to think, he just goes to Akihito like some unseeable force is pulling him. He wraps the blond in his arms from behind and Akihito must have known he was there because he just lays his head back on Asami’s bare chest and wraps his arms over Asami forearms which are holding him close.

He turns his head to press his nose into the crime lord’s neck to breathe him in. Asami presses his lips against his temple, taking in the heavenly sweet smell of his hair.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers, and Akihito shivers when his lips move against his skin.

“Ryuichi.” The boy whispers back with a soft cry in it and lifts his face up to be kissed.

And Asami obliges him. Gently kissing his lips, licking over his bottom lip and then sinking into the boy’s hot mouth, surges of desire and something so much deeper washing through him at the sound of his name from the blond’s lips in that pout he unwittingly spoke in when he wanted something.

“Akihito,” he mumbles into his mouth, “Say it again.”

“Ryuichi...” he says again, so softly and tenderly, reaching up to thread his fingers into Asami’s raven strands. The crime lord leaves his lips to mouth down his neck and lick over his shoulder soon sinking his teeth into the pale skin and sucking all while holding the smaller body against him so close like he was afraid Akihito would slip away.

The blond tilts his head back giving his taller lover all the room he could want, closing his eyes and moaning gently under his breath. Asami licks lightly over the reddening love bite and noses back to the white column of the boy’s neck biting again and starting another mark.

“Ryu.” Akihito moans, arching back into the man as all he is cognizant of is teeth sinking into his neck with that perfect balance of pleasure and pain.

“I want you.” Asami rumbles into his skin, large hands starting at his waist and palming over his stomach and up his ribs and over his pecs, pulling the shirt off his arms. “I want you, I want you...” he repeats.

Akihito lets out a breathless giggle as he’s spun around and slammed against the glass door. He wraps his arms around Asami’s neck pulling himself up and into a messy kiss. “I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere.” He whispers against the man’s lips. And Asami grabs him under his thighs pulling him up and grabbing his butt. Akihito laughs again and then sinks his fingers into his lover’s hair yanking his head back to kiss him in earnest as Asami makes his way to the couch.

He lays them both down using one hand to keep himself from crushing his smaller lover and the other pulling Akihito’s pants off. The blond scratches his nails down the wide expanse of the crime lord’s back as he spreads his legs and Asami pulls himself out his pants.

Akihito grabs his chin and forces him into a deep open kiss, all tongues and saliva as his other hand wraps around Asami’s girth and guides him inside. He can tell Asami is worried for one second before the man groans and sinks his teeth into Akihito’s other shoulder as the boy shifts his hips and the crime lord bottoms out.

Akihito throws his head back, crying at the burn, tears of shocked pain and pleasure running down his cheeks while his fingers scratch over Asami’s back and fist in his hair.

“Oh fuck, kitten...” the crime lord grits into his skin and then he starts fucking into him, one hand on his waist pushing him down onto his cock with every upward thrust.

“Ryu..!” The boy sobs as the man’s hips punch sweet little ohs from his parted gasping lips. “Ryu, please...” he breaks off in distraction as Asami licks the tears from his face and grabs a fistful of his hair jerking his head back and upwards as he reaches a new depth and Akihito screams.

He’s panting through the constant abuse to his prostate as Asami grabs one of his legs and spreads him wide open turning him on his side and Akihito actually looses his eye sight as he feels himself twisting around Asami’s cock. With Akihito’s leg over his shoulder Asami falls back with his hands bracketed beside Akihito’s head and truly begins to fuck him with all his strength.

As Asami punches the breath from him and rearranges his insides Akihito looks up to find those golden eyes fixed on his face. He whimpers as the man falls to his elbows and shares hot breaths with him, eyes locked all the while.

“Ryuichi!” He cries in a whisper as he feels his orgasm approaching and Asami gives an all too familiar smirk with something infinitely soft in his eyes.

“Come on love.” His voice responds and Akihito cries out as he spills between them, body spasming and mind going cloudy and gauzy. Only the feeling of Asami’s cock deep and hot inside him and the man’s breath on his lips left in his world.

He sobs along with Asami’s growling groan as the crime lord cums inside him as he bites and licks over his already swollen lips. Asami pants as he comes down, stilling circling his hips against Akihito’s sensitive hole. He smooths down the blond’s hair with his large hands and brushes it out of his face with long fingers, places gentle kisses on his eyelids and nose as Akihito breathlessly giggles.

Asami smiles down at the sound and places a smacking kiss on his shoulder. “Where next?” He asks, not even having caught his breath yet.

Akihito smiles up at him, spreading his hand across his jaw. “As long as you carry me I don’t care.”

And as Asami wraps his arms around him and brushes another worshipful kiss underneath his eye as he lifts him up from the couch Akihito knows they’re just starting for the night. And also the rest of their lives. They will never be free of each other after this.

And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

•••

Bonus I:

Akihito is nearly limp and barely conscious as Asami slowly and deeply fucks into him. The bed is a mess of sweaty sheets and cum around them and Akihito’s fingers cramp as he looks for something to hold on to. His body feels like it’s burning and breaking and he can feel himself drifting away while he focuses only on the man above him.

Asami’s gaze is still fixed on him, his black hair hanging in his face with golden eyes flowing from behind the strands. Akihito’s stomach is covered in his own cum and swollen from Asami’s inside him, his hole is nearly raw and swollen. His lips and nipples weren’t much better, even the air shifting enough to make his eyes water.

He’s been crying for hours as the man takes him over and over, bringing him back to the edge and shattering him to pieces again and again and again. But now even Asami is slowing and Akihito’s eyes are running as he watches Asami’s concentrated face as he fucks him slow and deep shifting him up and down the bed.

The man’s cool fingers rub his tears away and Akihito tries to focus on his words, “Stay with me, so close, Akihito so good, stay with me.”

Akihito moans and whimpers against the feelings arching his back weakly as Asami slips fingers inside him along side his huge dick. And Asami watches with awe as he cries more tears and his body begins to tremble and jerk with a last impossible orgasm.

He begins screaming as Asami curls his fingers and scratches along his walls, sinking his cock as deep as he can with every thrust. He begs for more and begs for it to stop and Asami watches the whole scene with burning eyes, pressing his fingers in deeper with surges of amazement and lust. He falls down on one of his elbows as Akihito pants and writhes on the edge.

He licks up the boy’s jaw, tasting hours worth of tears as he had absolutely destroyed Akihito’s body, then licks over his ear whispering with sympathy and ironic sweetness, “Baby.”

The loving pet name with the evil pleasure being forced out of him pushes Akihito over the edge and his body goes taunt, his mouth open in a silent scream as his whole body washes with fire. His shakes violently as he feels like he’ll never come down, orgasm going on and on as Asami fucks him through it and spills into him.

Akihito passes out as the heat splashes against his over sensitive insides and Asami bites into his neck again groaning through his orgasm and wrapping his arms around him holding him impossibly close.

•••

Bonus II:

Akihito wakes surrounded by warm and Asami’s heart beat under his ear. He knows these things right away even though everything else was hazy. His skin was so sensitive but he could feel the silkiness of Asami’s shirt the man must have put in him after he cleaned him up.

His body is numb in some places and in others dully pulsing with sweet pain. Asami has pulled him into his arms, chest to chest head resting on his shoulder. Keeping him close and warm since the last time he’d been in head space he had begun to panic.

He feels so heavy and safe within Asami’s arms, he wonders if he could melt into the crimelord. Silky skin and heat unlike his body has ever known, he spreads his fingers out along Asami’s bare chest and shivers at the smooth comforting closeness of it all.

“You awake?” The businessman’s deep voice rumbles under his ear and Akihito smiles.

“Mm.” He answers, rubbing his cheek into his lovers skin before lifting he head to find his face.

His head feels heavy but he’s not as out of it and he’s glad about that. Asami smiles at him gently, hand in his hair cupping the side of his head. He’s half sitting up with his shoulder and head up on the pillows and watching Akihito like some silent guardian demon.

The man presses his head back down to his chest. “Just rest kitten. I really went all out on you.”

Akihito laughs under his breath, “Okay.” He whispers in agreement and falls to sleep with the feeling of Asami’s long fingers threading through his hair.

Asami sighs and presses his face into Akihito’s hair drifting off soon, knowing Akihito is safe and well taken care of right where he belongs.

•••

Bonus III:

That next day Akihito didn’t make it out of the apartment. He was so sore and weak Asami had carried him to bath in the morning and brought him breakfast in bed. Akihito had watched snuggled in clean sheets as his lover had dressed for the day in his three piece suit and combed his hair back in that impeccable slicked back style in front of his mirror.

He’d teasingly demanded Asami to come back soon while arching a brow at the man as he knotted his tie. Asami had laughed at him and leaned over him in his perfect suit to kiss him goodbye saying Akihito couldn’t handle anymore of him today.

And Akihito had been disappointed and turned on by the reservation. The powerful dominant man whispering that he’d already done as much as Akihito could take of him. And caring enough to say no in his tender authoritative way. He’d left Akihito with a mind numbing sweet kiss.

Akihito snoozed and rested most of the day. Stretching and taking another bath around four before falling back to sleep and waking to nightingale falling. He knew Asami had to be coming home soon so he turned on the lamp but refused to get up and grab his phone.

He turned the tv on low and curled up on his side to wait for his lover to come home. He’s actually falling back to sleep when he hears the door beep and foot steps approaching. He smiles thinking of the man and the bedroom door opens.

He feels the mattress give and then warmth pressed along his back and arms wrapping around him, a head joining his on the pillow and a heavy leg thrown over his.

“Hello kitten.” The soft deep voice mumbles into his ear and Akihito shivers.

“Hi Ryuichi.” He returns turning over on his back as Asami makes room for him sitting up on his elbow.

“I love it when you say my name.” The man says, an arrogant smirk on his lips. And Akihito rolls his eyes.

Asami chuckles and leans down to kiss him, wide hand spreading over his waist and hip.

“I missed you.” Akihito pouts, “I was so bored.”

“I missed you too.” Asami says back against his lips barely pausing in their kiss and tugging the boy closer to him. The scent on his suit is slightly sharp like cold and cigarette smoke but Akihito can still smell his cologne from the morning.

Akihito arches a brow at him grabbing his tie and tugging. “You didn’t kill anybody today, did you?”

And Asami looks surprised and incredulous wondering if they were really making light of this. But then arches a brow back at his little lover.

“I’d shower and change first if I did.”

Akihito giggles and snuggles into the crime lord’s chest before lifting his chin up for more kisses. “Sounds like a good plan.”

Chapter Text

Asami went to bed late (or in the early hours of the morning) and woke up late in true rich guy, mafia boss, badass fashion. His life was one that separated him for usual society and he liked it that way. He ran his business and that was his life, he had fun doing it, or rather he had enough thrills.

Now Akihito...that was fun. He’s sitting in his office in his navy suit that he knew did things to the photographer, smoking and thinking of pale skin awash with his bite marks. And he’s thinking of fun-

of Akihito’s outraged flashing blue eyes and the flush on his cheeks, the deeper raspier quality that came to his voice when he was incensed about something. And the cute way he spat out expletives without blinking an eye but blushed when Asami whispered against his neck about the dirty things he wanted to do.

He smiles demurely to himself swiveling his chair to face the windows behind his desk, as he smokes down his cigarette. Akihito was more than fun, though surely very amusing, Asami spent way too much time thinking up ways to monopolize the photographer’s time and attention.

The fact that the younger man was actually so busy, responsible and professional just made him all that more attractive to the crime lord and caused him to want to disrupt and distract a hundred fold. The boy proved to be very resilient to his efforts which only kept Asami coming back for more and more. Resorting into lies, tricks and pranks to get the photographer into his grasp. And so their cat and mouse game evolved as they grew closer and closer.

Akihito found being challenged and desired as addictive as his lover and his methods of provoking the man and avoiding him grew as the days passed by. And when they finally clashed it was with heavy shared breaths, not taking the time to cut the lights on, and endless nights that ran into the morning and sweet sleepy kisses.

So as Kirishima comes in with his itinerary for the latter part of his day (night time crime lord duties) Asami is sharp on the look out for an excuse to wreck havoc. He takes another deep inhale of his smoke and turns his chair around halfway so his secretary gets a view of his bored, flat expression.

The glasses wearing man takes a deep sigh. “Sir.” He bows.

Asami waves a hand, languidly telling him to proceed.

“The commissioner sends his regards, and word that they’re ready to wrap up and make the arrests as far as Sudoh’s operation goes.”

Asami nods and looks thoughtfully at his now very small cigarette butt. “Let him know all my resources are open to him, send as many men as he needs.”

Kirishima nods and types some words out on his tablet. “Also sir, he advises it may be best for you to get out of the city while this all goes down just in case. After all Sudoh did use your warehouse and shipping routes.”

Asami nods along before pausing and slowly sitting up in his office chair. A rather sly smile spreading his lips.

“I believe I will take his advice.” The crime lord says all too amiably, and Kirishima sighs again bracing himself for some complicated orders already knowing where this was headed.

• • •

Akihito got evil satisfaction out of pressing Asami’s buttons and carefully going exactly against what the older man wanted. It worked the force of a man up into lather and made the predator in him go wild and careful. Calculating and silent, intentions darkening and spreading through Akihito like fire through molten golden eyes.

Since that rather emotionally charged night they had being playing rough and wild with each other. Recovering from the shock and fear of being separated. If Asami pulled Akihito pushed back and made a mad dash for freedom and if Akihito pulled he would live to regret it sometime in the dark morning hours.

Thus relating to one another their bond and attraction only grew stronger and Akihito knew he would never be the same. Never be able to go back to living without the powerful, passionate man in his life. He’s cleaning up around his studio and stuffing some things into his bag as dusk falls in the winter evening outside. He’s chilled thinking of the walk home but stomach burning in anticipation at the thought of his lover waiting somewhere with the same hunger and desire.

The sky is pink and orange on the horizon and Akihito decides to grab one of his nicer cameras to take some shots off his balcony. He’s putting it in a bag as pushes out the front door and rummaging for his keys. He pauses as he sees movement in the reflection of the windows and turns around to find a whole envoy of black SUVs and men in complete black SWAT gear with guns right out in the open.

He’s frozen, mind stuck somewhere between should I be running for my fucking life and is Asami okay?

“What the hell is going on?” He comes out with, slightly on the judgmental side but come on, you can’t just show up at someone’s work with guns and hard business like expressions and expect not to get some skepticism.

The men don’t look bothered and one steps forward shaking a plastic badge, “Takaba Akihito? You’re to be taken to a secure location.”

Akihito stomach twists and his heart sinks as he takes in the police tactical badge. What the hell was going on? Where was Asami, and was this negative or positive? Was he in danger...was Akihito in danger? With all this swimming in his mind he nods sharply to the leader and steps off the curb into an SUV one of the men opens the door of. He watches as the man who spoke rounds the car towards the driver’s seat speaking into his ear piece. Akihito can read his lips.

On the way.

He takes a deep breath and wipes his sweaty palms off on his black jeans as he leans back in his seat and pulls his phone out of his back pocket. He shoots Asami a text typed with trembling fingers.

“The fuck is going on you asshole?”

Immediately followed by...

“You better fucking be okay.”

He doesn’t get a response to either of the messages which does nothing to soothe his rising anxiety. He rides in complete silence for ten or so minutes, squeezing his hands anxiously periodically wiping the sweat off on his jeans. He bites his lip mind flying and imagining every single thing that might have gone wrong and the horrible things that could have happened to his lover.

They screech to a stop and Akihito tries to peer out the darkly tinted windows but doesn’t manage to see anything as the door is opened and someone guides him out of the vehicle with a firm grip on his upper arm.

He looks around running his neck trying to see where he was but the sea of tall, massively built SWAT personnel blocks his view. He can tell the sun has almost completely dry and he can smell the sharpness of fish and the water. The docks then.

God he hopes he made the right choice by not trying to escape.

He trips as they pass from the street and onto docking. And when he looks up the chaos is suddenly gone and the SWAT men are standing in uniform position and the man who spoke to him steps forward still hanging onto his arm more or less dragging him along as he cranes his neck from side to side curious as to sudden professionalism.

“Hey, can you tell what the hell is going on no...”

He starts off fighting the none too tender grip on his arm but stops as he looks back ahead of them. There at the end of the dock stands the bane of his existence (nice looking as hot as hell, but still the bane.)

Asami stands smoking, one hand in his pants pocket watching Akihito from afar, a smirk on his lips, eyes hooded as he watches. Nothing is amiss, in fact Asami looks particularly good in that navy blue suit Akihito loves so much. Kirishima and Suoh stand behind him calmly, so really there must have been nothing wrong.

“Hello kitten,” he says, “I missed you.”

“Missed me my ass.” Akihito spits as he shakes the hand off his arm and strides forward. “What is going on? They scared me to death!” He says pointing backwards towards the men.

“Sudoh’s case is wrapping up and it would probably be best if I’m out of the city while it takes place. I thought we could have a nice night out on the water.” He motions over to his left where a really nice cruiser sits waiting. Akihito barely bats an eyelash.

“You couldn’t just give me a damn call?” Akihito questions coming to a stop before his lover and crossing his arms.

“What’s the fun in that? Then I wouldn’t get to see you all worked up like this.” The man answers easily and Akihito squints his eyes at him dangerously.

“You’re so fucking dramatic,” he screeches as the crime lord dodges a kick aimed at his shin. “You fucking psychopath!” And this time Asami allows himself to absorb the punch into his side and he laughs as Akihito slaps his chest.

“You’re so ridiculous...” Akihito dies off sullenly as Asami grabs the hand he just got slapped with and pulls the photographer into his side and under his arm.

“Everyone’s watching you scold me.” The man says fondly but interrupting him, “Let’s continue this on board.”

With that he turns back towards the SWAT team he’d just needlessly sent to deliver his lover to him and nods his head to them. Suoh walks over to have a few words with their leader and Kirishima leads the way up the steps and into the boat. Akihito doesn’t let go of his lover’s hand and his heart is still racing as he tries to make himself breathe deeply while Asami’s back is turned to him.

Asami leads them into a spacious sitting space and Kirishima disappears not doubt to make sure everything is in perfect order. The crime lord sits still holding onto the smaller hand in his own and smirks up at his little photographer.

Akihito only pouts back at him and then sinks into his lap, straddling his legs. Asami studies his face with a soft expression for a few moments.

“Are you that angry with me?” He asks, a hand smoothing down the boy’s side.

“Yes.” Akihito says back petulantly. “I’m not having sex with you for two whole weeks.”

“Really?” The businessman asks archly. “Were you that scared?” He asks, tone going condescending and mean just the way Akihito likes it.

“That worried about you, you asshole.” He spits back without pause and Asami just chuckles, hand going up to cup the delicate face of the photographer, thumb going over his red and swollen bottom lip.

“What happened to your lip, you look like you’ve been kissing somebody. Which I know you haven’t. He says so dry and matter of factly Akihito wants to uselessly insist he’s been kissing someone else.

Instead he just sighs and pouts even more. “Because I was so nervous on the way over here.” He mumbles and Asami’s hand spreads over the small of his back and pushes him into his chest.

“You’re so cute.” He says, deep and gravelly as he pulls the boy into a kiss and chews on the already swollen bottom lip causing Akihito to moan and bury his fingers in raven strands, spit soon running down his chin as he gives as good as he’s getting.

“You’re still the worst.” The boy mumbles against the larger man’s lips and giggles when he hugs Akihito tight against him and begins sucking on his neck just beneath his ear.

“I’m sure I can drag some forgiveness out of you later on.” The man whispers against the sensitive skin and Akihito shivers.

The photographer jumps in surprise as the boat begins moving and rocking but the older man keeps a strong hold on him and offers him his cigarette as the both look out the window watching night time Tokyo begin to light up the surface of the water.

Akihito sighs out a breath of smoke and lets the feeling wash through him. He hands it back to the crime lord as he leans both his elbows on the broad shoulders in front of him.

“I’ve come to really like the taste of these things in your mouth rather than actually smoking.” He says demurely, and smiling when Asami growls against his throat before taking a long puff of his cigarette and then pulling Akihito into a messy kiss directly after.

“So predictable.” He sniggers and Asami snacks his ass sharply before using the hand in his hair to roughly tongue fuck his boy while pushing him down on his growing erection.

They both look up at the sound of a throat clearing.

“Asami-sama, I’m afraid these can’t wait. The commissioner needs me to send them right off.” Kirishima says, pushing up his glasses and averting his eyes.

Asami reaches out for the pen and Akihito uses his sleeve to wipe the saliva off his chin, watching as Asami scribbles his signature as Kirishima flips the pages for him.

“Kirishima-san?” Akihito suddenly asks, continuing to watch his lover write.

“Yes Takaba-san?” He answers, bowing.

“Let’s try to derail any ideas in the future that may have something to do with police picking me up.” He says easily, and Suoh snickers where he’s listening outside the door.

“Kirishima works for me I’m his boss, he has to do what I say.” Asami returns easily, finishing off the last signature with a flourish.

“Sure he does.” Akihito says drily, “We all three know the reason you’re still alive is because of this mother hen.” He points to Kirishima with a sarcastic hand motion.

Suoh laughs as he comes in with two glasses of amber liquid. Akihito laughs with him, yelping when Asami pinches him in the side.

“Knock it off you bastard.” He says easily and Kirishima and Suoh are still not used to that. He thanks the body guards as he hands them both drinks. And Asami is smirking as he sips his. Akihito hisses with satisfaction at the warm burn in his throat and stomach and find himself thinking about the taste of liquor and cigarettes in his lovers mouth.

He shifts minutely on the man’s lap but more importantly grinding his jeans over his cock and laughs at the look he gets awarded. Both mean exchange a look and are already moving to leave by the time Asami is waving them off.

“You’re such a pompous asshole.” Akihito says smiling and Asami just scoffs.

“You were thinking about tasting whiskey in my mouth weren’t you?” The crime lord asks archly and Akihito can only nod falling into another kiss. “Then they couldn’t go to soon.” He says before genuinely going to work on his photographer for the first time that night.

• • •

Kirishima and Suoh sit in the captains room both sipping on just a little bit of whiskey since they were driving. Kirishima begins laughing and Suoh smiles a long with him at the rare sound.

“What?” He asks and Kirishima only shakes his head, taking another sip.

“I don’t believe I’ve ever taken Asami-sama as seriously when he gave me orders as when that kid gave me orders tonight.”

Suoh gives a full belly laugh, nodding in agreement. “He’s really quite something isn’t he?” He says staring thoughtfully out over the water.

“They’re really quite something.” Kirishima returns, and Suoh smiles and nods again lifting his glass up to clink with his comrade’s.

• • •

Akihito finds himself on his knees in the seat with his black jeans around his knees and his arms on the window sill. Eyes fixed on the night outside, the lights of vibrant Tokyo and the hypnotizing reflections on the surface of the water. He moans, his head falling as he tilts his neck and his legs shake.

Asami slowly pushes all the way in him, grunting out a groan at the tightness of the photographer. For Akihito it goes on forever, the massive cock slowly intruding and intruding and intruding.

“Ah Asami!” Akihito gasps out in a breathless whisper as he finally bottoms out and latches onto Akihito’s shoulder as was his wont.

The stomach dropping deep chuckle in his ear has him shiver and clenching around the dick inside him, he shifts his hips and whines as Asami is yet to move.

“Don’t be too impatient kitten.” He says wetly against his ear, Akihito letting out a sobbed breath as three thick fingers push their way into his mouth and subsequently his body farther onto the appendage impaling him as the whispering and hot breath tickle over his ear and cheek.

“You can think or even say whatever you like, but here, now, I am most definitely the boss.”

Akihito can hear the grin, the smirk, in his lover’s voice just before the sounds of his own screams is all that fills his ears. And as he descends into blissful unknowing he thinks there was no way on earth he could have ever bought this man an appropriate house warming gift.

That no matter what he did or where Akihito went. Asami would get what he wanted, he’d wring it out of him, break him to pieces and put him back together again...steal him or shape him again himself. And Akihito would gladly let him every single time.

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Akihito didn’t know why, he had just never thought of the possibility that Asami wasn’t naturally a giant hunk of muscle. Believe him, more often than not the crime lord blessed him with some kind of sweat dripping shirtless gym selfie. So the photographer knew his lover worked hard for his body but it really just got him laughing...

Asami was in a word, stoic. The only time Akihito saw holes in his perfectly reflective exterior was when he was around himself and he was able to do something that either made the man grin instead of smirk or shatter his near perfect self control. So this was really the funniest thing to him and he can’t stop himself from cracking up.

To stop being terribly cryptic this is what happened. Akihito woke up one morning, threw on Asami’s white dress shirt from the night before, which smelled so amazing by the way. He ran his fingers through his messy hair on his way to the kitchen thinking of coffee and maybe a nice relaxing hug before the rest of his day. Asami really gave the best hugs. He would wrap Akihito completely in his arms and Akihito could bury his face in the man’s chest as hot warm breaths rhythmically whooshed out over his ear.

Anyways, as he moves towards coffee like a zombie he also looks for his personal teddy bear. Asami is conveniently standing in the kitchen close to the coffee maker and Akihito grabs a mug and starts his coffee, turning to see what Asami’s up to while he waits.

The man is spooning out some sort of powder into a glass, adds some almond milk from the fridge and then stirs quickly. He tosses the full glass back and gulps it down till the mixture is completely gone. All while looking Akihito straight in the eyes.

He sets the glass down with a sigh and wipes his lips with the back of his hand. “Good morning to you too kitten. Why are you staring so hard, cat got your tongue?”

Akihito’s immediately rolls his eyes. “Yeah, because that one never gets old.”

Asami laughs and reaches for the boy, pulling him into his arms. Akihito goes willingly, laying his head on the man’s broad chest. “What is this?” He asks, reaching to pull the black container of powder towards them.

“Protein shake.” Asami answers matter of factly and Akihito gives a little chuckle, pulling away to grab his coffee.

It just seemed like such an un-Asami thing. But now it all made sense, nobody just naturally grew up to be as thick and ripped as Asami was. As he sips his coffee he laughs again and Asami crosses his arms.

“Serious mass.” The photographer reads off the label slowly, that has a seriously ripped male’s torso on it, as he blows on the coffee to cool it. This time his giggles over take him. “Serious mass.”

Asami fixes a smirk at him and leans his hip against the cabinet. “Well you’re probably the only one who could truly testify as to the serious massiveness.”

Akihito dissolves into uncontrollable giggles again as Asami pulls him back into his arms. “What, you think I should work out more?” The crime lord asks teasingly, flexing his arms around the blond’s smaller frame.

Akihito’s flushed, smiling and laughing face turns up to him and in that second Asami knows he’d do anything in the world for the photographer. “I don’t really know, I might have to take another look before I deliver a final verdict.” The photographer does his level best to say seriously.

Coffee forgotten on the bar Asami heaves Akihito over his shoulder and heads back to the bedroom with a sharp slap on his butt. “You’re about to take a long hard look.” He declares smugly.

And from where Akihito is hanging upside down, golden hair swaying and giggles leaving him breathless with cheeks hurting from smiling he’s never been happier in his entire life.

• • •

II.

Somehow Akihito’s calculations were off. He had assumed when he brought one of his friends’ ps4 home and set it up he’d never convince Asami to play. Or he would play for Akihito’s sake and soon distract both of them with wayward hands. Oh. Wrong. Very wrong.

Within minutes of Akihito playfully telling his lover over a glass of wine that he’d be shit at video games Asami was on the couch in his unbuttoned white shirt, controller in hand. And Akihito was way too competitive to let the vision really set in. They immediately begin battling it out, Akihito yelling and screaming and Asami smirking and letting out deep shouts of victory of his own occasionally.

“How are you so fucking good at this?! You’re a fucking workaholic!” Akihito screams as their elbows knock where they’re leaned back side to side on the couch. Asami just chuckles and shoves him over with his elbow making Akihito flop over effortlessly. As expected Akihito shrieks but reacts quickly, backing up into Asami’s lap, sitting on his wrists and hands affectively freezing all his movement and surging ahead in the game.

Akihito is yelling in triumph when Asami drops his controller and yanks his hands from underneath his butt and launches a relentless tickle attack. Akihito bursts into laughter, immediately dropping his controller and trying to jerk away from his lover, but Asami is already wrapping his arms around him and keeping him close. Fingers in between his ribs and pinching his sides.

“You win, you win, you win!” He shrieks between laughter over and over again and Asami ceases his attack. Akihito lays catching his breath in his arms, momentarily distracted by the bare skin of the crime lord’s chest. Asami smirks down at him and kisses his parted lips.

“Next round...Imma totally kick your ass.” Akihito says easily after the sweet kiss and Asami scoffs, pushing him off his lap and into the floor. Akihito laughs and grabs his controller while climbing back onto the couch as they go right back to the rough housing. Which honestly, brought the quality of the gaming down by quite a lot.

Akihito was a good gamer. But with Asami knocking him around and constantly trying to shoot him on the game, he was getting no where. And somehow in the midst of all this and it being his first time playing Asami is wiping the floor with his ass and Akihito is offended.

He really just had to be good at every damn thing. Even something he’s totally too old for. Akihito snickers at that thought and Asami shoves him just for good measure without even asking what he’s laughing about or if it was even at him.

They end up playing long into the night. It’s one of the few and far between the two actually hadn’t had sex in their relationship. They fall to sleep at some point. Akihito draped over Asami’s front, cheek against his bare chest and the crime lord’s head resting on the armrest, fingers braided through strands of silky blond hair.

. . .

They had a few more matches when they had free time. Akihito played by himself when Asami worked. But they honestly just couldn’t keep their hands to themselves games or no games. They just weren’t wired like that. And when they got together sparks flew like fireworks. So where Akihito had been surprised with how much Asami had enjoyed gaming that first night, as expected the man didn’t bother much with it until Akihito asked him to play.

Life goes on for a couple of weeks. Akihito gets a big commission and throws himself into work like he always did. His energy and passion flowing out of him all day, everyday. When he gets home one deep kiss with Asami is about all the energy he has left and then he throws himself into bed.

One and a half weeks later the job is over and Akihito, though tired, is happy it’s over and high with success. And also...horny. He misses Asami and he misses what the man can do to him. They hadn’t spent a long steamy night together since he’d started the commission and now he’s thinking of Asami. Long thick legs and broad chest and shoulders in expensive navy material. Strength that far outmatched his own and a steadiness of spirit and emotion that Akihito found as comforting as he found it attractive.

It’s already dark when he stumbles into the building and tiredly mashes on his floor number. Though thoroughly exhausted he’s just ready to get even more so. He bounces on his feet as the elevator speeds upwards, a smile on his face thinking of pouncing on his lover. Which was usually Asami’s job. But he thinks it would be alright for once to switch up their rolls.

He doesn’t even question when his door is unlocked. They had both exchanged keys at some point, Asami sneakily pickpocketing one of Akihito’s and then just leaving a copy of his own on the counter one morning. He drops his stuff on the floor in the foyer and pads in his socked feet to the kitchen. The lights are on, and he can hear the tv going.

But nothing could have really prepared him for the sight.

Asami sits on his sofa in nothing but a white wife beater, unzipped dress pants and bare feet. Game controller in hand, elbows resting on his knees, bulging biceps and shoulders casting shadows over perfect skin in the ambiance. The man looks up as he enters, his hair is loose and hanging in his eyes, he smirks and those golden orbs sparkle at him, glowing with welcoming challenge as was their usual.

“Good evening kitten.”

Akihito has never been so completely overwhelmed with honest lust before in his life. He cannot control himself, everything in his body and mind and instincts scream at him. He has to touch Asami now, he has to have him now. Possess him. This amazing, sexy creature in front of him. His.

He stalks forward without a single word. And Asami watches him approach with a smirk not moving an inch. He stands between the man’s legs and calmly plucks the controller out of his hand and tosses it carelessly over his shoulder.

Asami looks up at him through dark bangs, tank top doing very little to cover anything. There was something so hot about this gamer boy domestic Asami.

Akihito threads the fingers of one hand through the unruly hair and gets a good grip. He pulls his lover’s head back to look at him and presses his own body closer so that his chin is resting on the photographer’s stomach. Asami goes with it just letting Akihito do what he wished. Probably enjoying it a lot more than he’d like to let on.

“Oh my fucking god.” Is all Akihito can come up with to say and Asami smirks all the more. And then the boy is pushing him backwards on the couch and crawling into his lap. Asami lands flat on his back, looking at the photographer over him and Akihito grinds against his abs as he leans down to press wet kisses and sucks all over his pecs and collar bones.

“Fuck me, fuck me, please fuck me...” the boy is whispering into his skin and Asami feels that all too familiar rush of heat and primal desire to own and conquer wash through him so fast in takes his breath away.

Akihito doesn’t stop begging once the entire night. And Asami bends him in ways neither of them had imagined possible on that couch with the game theme playing the whole time. And Akihito can never play games with Asami again without getting hard in his pants. Turns out Asami is as equally good at winning even with Akihito riding him and/or sucking him off.

. . .

III.

Asami was pretty sure he’d imagined every great scenario involving Akihito and that glorious ass of his. But he hadn’t imagined this one. He’s standing mouth hanging open in his own kitchen. Akihito is cooking, reaching for something on the shelf on his tiptoes in fact, and he’s in nothing but a silk and lace baby doll top that is only covering the top third of his ass. And it looks devastatingly good.

Asami is on him in a second and Akihito tries to act surprised as his much larger lover pins him down against his counter top and his hands knead and pull his exposed ass cheeks apart, letting the cold air hit his most sensitive spot. The photographer really starts letting out some cute whimpers and cries as the crime lord gives a couple of sharp spanks...and doesn’t stop.

“Seems like someone’s been naughty today.” He husks into the boy’s ear as his hand only gets heavier and Akihito begins to cry sweetly.

He doesn’t stop abusing the cute bubble butt until it’s bright red and hot to the touch. And then with a hand around the pale throat he sinks into the photographer with one slow thrust. He can see where his boy’s ass separates around his thick cock and how pretty the silky material sits rucked up against his skin. He doesn’t know if he’s ever been so aroused as he fucks the photographer into the kitchen cabinets, pressing him down onto the counter top and listening to his cries and pleas.

Akihito doesn’t walk for three days. The duration of which he’s never allowed to take off the babydoll lingerie. And he discovers he just may have a kink for being held captive and brutally fucked for how ever long his captor sees fit.

. . .

Akihito is on his stomach, knees trapped and spread beneath him. His arms are tightly bound behind his back and all he can do is wait for what his lover will do next. His ass is up in the air and spread as far as he can go, stuffed with the biggest toy he’s ever had and Asami keeps unexpectedly pushing it in deeper with slaps and jerks.

The lace of the lingerie is driving him crazy, rubbing gently on all his most sensitive parts. And he wonders distantly just how obscene he looks right now, it sends a wave of arousal over his whole body and he moans into the sheets, while rubbing his forehead into the mattress.

He hears Asami laugh at him, and then he hears the sound of a camera’s shutter going off and senses his lover at his back. Asami...taking pictures of him.

He screams as he cums without warning.

. . .

IV.

It’s about three months into their relationship before Asami has any contact with any of Akihito’s other friends. It’s late one night and Asami has yet to see or hear tell of his little lover. He’d even opened up his balcony door and looked out to see if Akihito was just avoiding him and lounging out on the opposite balcony.

He finally accepts that something must have come up and he would just have to wait for the boy to turn up. It’s nearing 12 am when his phone rings and he looks at the screen through his liquor glass and smoking cigarette.

The caller ID reads “Kitten” and he feels relief wash over him.

“Good evening Akihito, was beginning to think I was gonna have to send out the cavalry for you.” He says archly, imagining the boy’s outraged face.

“Yeah, not Akihito.” Comes the flat and surprising response, and now Asami can hear a whole lot of noise going on in the background.

“Who is this? Where is Akihito?” Asami asks sharply.

“My name’s Kou. Aki’s with me, we went with a few friends to drink. He’s pretty dumb drunk, won’t tell me his address just kept telling me to call, and I quote, “that good looking bastard” and yes, that is what your contact name is.”

Asami smirks.

“Stay where you’re at, I’m coming.”

“If you just send me the address I can...”

Asami hangs up and quickly grabs his keys and coat, smirking proud and satisfied all the while.

. . .

Akihito is laying over the table when Asami arrives and locates them through smoky haze and loud music and chattering. He’s holding a glass of clear liquor in his hand and staring at it like it contains all the answers in the world.

Asami approaches the table and of course none of the more sober men there recognize him, they just kind of dumbly stare up at him until one of them snap their fingers and point.

“Good looking bastard!?” He asks, and Asami heaves a sigh before nodding and eyes going back to his blond.

The man who shouted his nickname nudges Akihito harshly in the ribs and Asami bristles a bit, having to keep himself from jerking the stranger away from his kitten.

Akihito grunts in response and lifts his head off the table like it weighs a thousand pounds.

“Your good lookin bastard is hear, idiot.” The man says motioning over his shoulder. And as soon as Akihito’s eyes find Asami’s figure a lazy smile spreads on his face.

“‘Sami, you’re here?”

“I’m here.” Asami answers, and walks around the chairs to help the boy up with a hand on his arm and the other on his waist. “What did you drink? I’ve never seen you this drunk.”

“What didn’t he drink, is the better question.” His friend says drily. “Sorry you had to come all the way out this late, we could have brought him back.”

“There’s no need to be sorry to him.” Akihito snaps, and his friend looks taken aback. Asami just watches with a smirk. This was a new side to Akihito he’d never seen. “He’s my boyfriend, he’s supposed to do stuff like this.” All eyes at the table blink at them dumbly for a few seconds.

Asami himself looks down at the lovely blond in his arms shocked for a few seconds.

Akihito gives him a sunny smile and then falls into his chest trustingly. “I want to go home Asami.” With a slight pout in his voice.

Asami finds himself chuckling and unable to keep himself from lifting a hand and brushing blond hairs out of bleary blue eyes, and lighting touching his soft cheek.

“Alright, we’re going.” He answers softly and places some bills onto the table top. “We’ll leave first.” He says to the group. He doesn’t wait for their farewells and cuts off the yells of their drunken goodbyes.

Akihito sighs as Asami lowers him into the passenger seat of his car and squats while coaxing him to drink down some water.

“I don’t wanna.” Akihito whines, “Feelin’ good.”

Asami laughs at him and ruffles his hair, pausing to thumb at his soft bottom lip. “Just a couple of drinks. For your boyfriend.”

With that Akihito breaks into that same sunny smile and obediently gulps down the water Asami was holding to his lips all while staring at the crimelord.

When Asami gets into the driver’s seat and starts the car Akihito grabs his hand and keeps it captured in both of his, grinning at him again drunkenly. Asami’s heart is so full he doesn’t take his hand back even though one hand driving in Tokyo wasn’t that easy.

And a couple of weeks later when Asami asked him, Akihito is more than happy to ‘let’ Asami be his boyfriend.

. . .

Akihito has the cutest habit. Asami finds it as probably the most endearing thing about him. The boy could doze off anywhere and anytime he was sleepy. The first time he’d caught him doing it was in the early weeks of them sleeping together. He came home and found Akihito asleep propped up in his doorway, drifting off with his head jerking up and down.

The next time was at Kirishima’s desk. Asami had been on a phone call and the secretary must have asked him to wait there. When Asami went looking for him he found the boy with his head resting in his hand, asleep sitting up. He had gently pressed the blond head to his shoulder and lifted the sleeping boy in his arms moving them to his office. Akihito had woken up fairly quickly but Asami had never forgotten how cute he’d been.

He’d found Akihito on his couch dead to the world surrounded by all his throw pillows and a blanket. His golden hair was spread over a pillow, and his lashes were dusky on his pale cheeks. He was so beautiful and so peaceful, and so absolutely perfect curled up safely in Asami’s home.

It’s all these moments flooding in his mind that leaves Asami standing frozen in his office for a few moments one night. He’d been out with Suoh and Kirishima tending to some “night time” business and when he comes back into his office he immediately notices a small bundle in his office chair.

The low lighting lining his book shelves were on and casting a dim ambience but those white sweat pants would catch Asami’s eye in complete darkness.

It’s three o’clock in the morning but Akihito is curled up in his office chair asleep in a ratty hoodie, Asami’s navy pj shirt and his white sweats. He finds himself huffing a laugh, Akihito must have come down to the office to wait for him. The boy hated not knowing where his lover was at and if he was safe and had taken to showing up at Sion when he felt unsure.

Asami throws his over coat on the sofa and quietly walks over to his desk and around it. “Hi baby.” He says gently, leaning to kiss the sleeping boy’s lips lightly. Something so full inside of him at the sight of the photographer there waiting for him that he realizes he had never truly felt anything for anyone else before.

He squats down and gently swivels the chair around to face him directly. Akihito smacks his lips and stirs as Asami reaches up and brushes hair out of his face.

“You’re back.” The boy says, softly on a breath.

Asami smirks. “And you’re awake.”

Akihito’s lips lift in a sleepy smile. “Let’s go home, carry me.” He demands, still in his sweet sleepy voice holding his arms out expectantly. And Asami chuckles, placing his hands on both arms of the chair, caging the boy in. Not that he needed to be worried about him going anywhere.

“Demanding.” He says archly and Akihito looks up through his messy hair with a cocked eyebrow.

“You have to be nice to me, you said I’m your baby.” He reasons innocently. And Asami briefly wonders how many times Akihito had pretended to sleep to weasel terms of affection out of him in quiet, intimate moments.

But Asami can’t bring himself to challenge his lover’s logic. And Kirishima and Suoh are long used to their antics. It’s not the first and it definitely won’t be last time Asami carries Akihito home. Nor the last time Akihito manipulates Asami into doing exactly what he wanted and Asami happily obliging.

After all that is how they started off. Akihito flirting from a safe distance on his own balcony and Asami being the proud instigator, gladly submitting himself to the torture. And even though Asami moving in and Akihito getting a new neighbor had been a beginning they had both been prepared for. They could have never been prepared for each other, or the beginnings they would find there within.