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The youngest heir to the Asami legacy was laying in bed when a teary eyed toddler stumbled into his bedroom. The pitter patter of delicate feet had already awoken Ryuichi by the time Akihito entered his room. Asami wordlessly lifted his baby brother into bed. 

At first it was only during thunderstorms, but these nightly visits have now become a constant occurrence much to the chagrin of their legal guardians. 

Never would Asami have imagined that he would be here, instinctively opening the covers so this little orphaned boy could snuggle up into his side. Nor had he predicted how heavy his chest felt when he looked into wide, sky blue eyes. And he especially never anticipated how tight his boxers became when the boy climbed into his lap. 

It seemed that rest came easier as long as he could touch his little Aki…smell his sweet scent…taste the salty sweat of his nape. 

“Aki, it’s alright. Go back to sleep, kitten” he nuzzled into the slender neck whispering little promises into the innocent boy's ear. 

As part of the powerful Asami family, Ryuichi was already familiar with the unsavory parts of the world. At 16 years, he already knew enough about death, sex, and money to last anyone a lifetime. He knew how to break a man’s will with enough hand tools and time. He knew how to pleasure a partner until they begged for release. He knew how much money it took to force a man of god to kill and maim. He knew the bad always overcame the good. It was the natural order of this world. The evil seeking out the pure, tempting it down to ensnare it. Just as Asami had done to his newborn kitten. 

When they first met, Akihito was 2 years to Asami’s 14. Even then Asami knew his obsession for this little orphan was sinful and filthy. Yet, Asami was enraptured ever since he laid eyes on the boy. He believed fate itself gifted Takaba Akihito to him. 

After all, if it weren’t for the abrupt pull in his ribcage that fateful night, he wouldn’t have looked into the window of the impoverished orphanage. Within those thin walls was an angel in the darkness. His eve pulled and sculpted from his very own ribs. The light to his dark. 

Fate had led him to Akihito. In his book, Akihito was born for Asami. 

Akihito was his. 

His to spoil . His to corrupt . His to love . His to defile .  

And Asami would never let him go.

These last 2 years watching Akihito grow gave him even more resolution to succeed and assume his rightful place at the head of the Asami family empire. He was determined to provide the best life for his prized possession. 

The future was bright for the pair of new brothers; although, certain chaos would soon infringe on their lives. 

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It was a normal summer day. The youngest Asami heir had been away from the estate since the early morning hours. As usual, Akihito had been safely locked away until Asami returned. Even occupied by the demanding lessons, Ryuichi always took care to electronically monitor his sibling, checking on him as any good brother would. 

Ryuichi forbade any staff member from interacting with the boy. Only trusted female staff were allowed to attend to Aki; strictly only at short intervals. When Asami arrived to the home, Akihito's face always brightened with adoration and trust. Watching Aki stumble off his rocking horse to get to him made all the efforts worth it in the end. 

Afternoons were always their favorite. They had spent the afternoon together, Akihito drawing fantastical pictures on his expensive easel while Asami brazenly fondled the young boy in his lap. After over a year of this careful grooming, Akihito paid no mind to the wandering hands or the butterflies he felt as fingers ghosted lower down. 

With Akihito's eyes drifting, Asami personally took him to his cradle. Asami dictated every detail in his brother's life. To the fabrics he was allowed to wear to the food he was fed. Nothing was left to chance when it came to Akihito. Once Asami was of legal age, he would force his parents to relinquish the child from their foster status so Asami could legally adopt him. He wanted to keep them forever tied to one another. For his short term plans, adoption would suffice since it was the highest legal option in the country. One day he would take them abroad so they could marry. All in due time. His patience would in time be rewarded. For now, Asami was enjoying tucking the baby boy into his elegant nursery. 

Less than an hour later Akihito was again crawling into Asami’s bed. Asami placed warm hands on those pert hips, grinding and rocking them both into a deep rest. 

As they drifted off, Asami mused to himself. Aki was undoubtedly severely attached to his sibling. He was confident that this attachment could reach new levels. A fine combination of gaslighting and manipulation was all it would take. He was completely enraptured at the idea of Akihito being entirely dependent on him. 

Asami let a rare grin escape as he pondered his plans for their life together. 

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…the crunch of gravel, thick gasoline spilling, distant radio voices. It should have been imperceptible to all the inhabitants, but Ryuichi was the only one who heard the click of a switch…then the entire perimeter of the Asami family manor was engulfed in flames that quickly spread into the house. 

Strategic flammables had long ago been stored and spread along every floor of the home. The gasoline was lit outside of every exit door and window. With the aid of the accelerant, the first two floors were soon overtaken by a wall of blistering heat. Toxic smoke engulfed the staff quarters, killing dozens of servants before they reached their bedroom doors. The oppressive smell of burnt skin and hair wafted up to the higher levels. 

In the tangle of flames, Asami could hear the gargled screams of his parents as their bodies were licked up by the fires. 

Asami peered out the windows to see the ground below aflame. Checking the phones and electricity, he found all connection lost to the outside world. No help would be arriving.

“Keep this over your face and don’t look up. Hold on tight to me. Can you do that for me, Aki?” 

A porcelain face was beautifully etched in terror, staring at his protector as if Asami hung the moon. Little Akihito nodded and shoved his face into his baby blankey and clutched at his savior. 

Readied with his brother in his arms and a fire blanket over the both of them, Asami searched down the hall to look for any remaining escape routes. He knew all of the panic rooms and escape tunnels like they were ingrained into his mind. His photographic memory aided him in visualizing the mansion's blueprints and emergency amendments. 

Asami ran to the east wing where one of the newer escape tunnels could take them into the woods. From there they could take the boats and find safety.

Closing all of the hidden fire doors he could, Asami calculated how much time they would have before those doors inevitably collapsed under the destructive wake of the inferno. 

Asami and Akihito made it to the hidden panel in the library, only to find the seams of the inner door completely welded shut. Asami observed with renewed finality that this was an inside job, planned with a careful talon. 

Gunfire spurred Asami to peek out the hallway window that showed the cobbled entryway into the mansion. Almost a dozen black vehicles had just arrived at the property. Unmarked soldiers strapped with assault rifles flooded the yard, spreading out into the woods. 

Asami witnessed one of his aunts clawing her way through a gasoline soaked lawn. She managed to get out of the flames with half her head singed. At least 2 rounds of bullets were lodged into her body before she could clear the forest line. Half burned corpses decorated the manicured lawn. Not a single man, woman, or child was spared. Asami memorized every face he could distinguish. Taking careful note of the men with rifles. 

Checking a few of the other escape doors on this floor, proved the same results. The flames were already making their way through the floor, consuming the baseboards and filling the halls with smoke. They had to move fast. With increasingly little time and options, Asami tried to think of anything that would save them. 

Asami took Akihito into the only untouched room on this floor. He shut the door to slow the toxic smoke from entering. 

Looking at the large window, he noticed the locks on it were jammed, completely stuck. Then amidst this chaos, Asami saw the searchlights in the woods. 

They were now trapped in the study with no way to reach the stairs to the higher levels. Smoke and heat were quickly building up from the floor beneath them. 

At the very least, Asami had to save his Aki from suffering such an excruciating death. 

If it came down to it, he would make it quick and painless. He would rather take his brothers life with his own two hands than let the fire or those men torture his sibling. Asami could imagine himself cradling the toddler before letting the fire consume the both of them…where even their ash would merge, forever entangled. 

Before he lost all hope, he would fight until the end. If no options remained, he would snuff out Akihito's life before anyone could touch him. 

Asami quickly reassured Akihito before setting him down with the fire blanket, as far from the flames as possible. 

Using the fury he felt as he imagined those soldiers violating his Aki, Asami picked up a heavy marble sculpture from its stand. With fueled anger, he threw it against the proofed glass. Not even a dent appeared. 

The oldest remaining Asami searched his late fathers desk to find the .45 magnum. It took several shots at the exact same point to fracture the glass, but it would still need brunt force to dislodge the broken fragments. 

With all the strength in his 16 year old body, Asami shoved and shouldered a dark wood bookshelf so that it toppled into the window. Finally, the glass gave way so cool night air could filter in. He could hear the flames behind him roar as it was fueled by the oxygen. 

Asami turned around and met an angelic face pulled into a grimace of pain. The horrific sight pulled true fear into Asami's blackened heart. The flames had reached Akihito and were now licking up the boy's ankles. Akihito has foolishly walked out of the protective cover of the fire blanket to get to Asami. Akihito reached up his arms with grabbing motions, his nonverbal plea to be held by his big brother. 

Burning his own arms, Asami grabbed his wounded sibling out of the fires and tucked him back into his chest. With only seconds to spare, Asami yanked pieces of charred curtain to tie Aki onto his body. He would need both hands for this.

Looking down from this height, they both wouldn’t survive without broken bones. They needed something besides a flimsy curtain to safely make it down.

Each time Akihito let out a pained cry, pure rage filled his soul. Not for his murdered relatives, nor for his estate.

No .

He would plunge the world in hellfire to avenge his angel on earth. He would make those people suffer tenfold.

From their vantage point, Asami could see the gnarled branches of one of the black pine trees. With bloody hands, he began climbing to it. Asami used every bit of leverage to get them both to that tree. 

Luck was finally on their side. These ancient trees lining the sides of the mansion were bright green with new pine needles. They would burn last. 

Sidling as close as he could, Asami kicked off the marbled walls to reach the tree. Splinters and bark scratched at his arms and legs as he slid down. The jostled cry of the toddler sounded in the night.

Finally on solid ground, Asami had no chance to catch his breath as radio static alerted him of new threats. Someone had heard Aki’s crying. 

A masked soldier in full protective gear emerged from the night. One glance at the pair of them and the soldier was reaching for his handheld radio. He was about to alert the rest of them.

Without a moment's hesitation, Asami pulled out the handgun and shot the man between the eyes and shoved the body into the creeping fire.

The gardens, Asami concluded. There were sure to have enemies, but there was ample cover amid the mazes of tall bamboo and hedges. Then in the middle of the maze would be the old greenhouse. 

In the end it was Akihito that saved them. Asami remembered how he had found the little nymph  had smiled up at him even as he sat on the ancient latch door in the floor. The toddler had moved aside all of the straw so he could bury into it win their game of hide in seek. The youth had giggled a chorus at being caught, but was infinitely happy to have his big brothers attention. 

Lifting the rusted latch door, Ryuichi and Akihito squeezed into the dark opening. 

With as much speed as possible, Asami carefully maneuvered them through the cramped tunnels full of rusted scaffolding. 

Both wounded and scarred, they fled through the rusted mines. 

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Many miles away, the two of them observed the bright flames engulfing the manor, the acres of wooded forest around the property were washed with dancing light as the flames devoured their fill.

Golden eyes burned amber as pure rage threatened to consume the very last remnants of his consciousness. That hatred and malice would surely dominate his heart and soul…if it weren’t already owned by the toddler in his arms. For Ryuichi, the world around them could burn as long as his baby brother was safe and sound.

Soft crying came from the bundled youth. He sat the little cherub down on his bottom and located the fresh burns on both feet. The milky skin was now raw and bleeding.

Voice raw “Aki.” He could barely bear the rage clawing at his lungs. He would love nothing more than to rip out the throats of the people responsible. Even then it would not be enough to make him stop.

“It’s alright Aki, it's alright.” He kissed the skin around the burns, willing the pain to go away.

Ryuichi bandaged him up, wrapping the wounded legs with clean cloth from his own undershirts. Quietly he lifted up his precious cargo in his arms and traversed the heavily wooded property towards the hope of safety.

Ryuichi had to remind Aki to hush whenever the brittle soil gave way underneath them, threatening to take them both off of the cliff sides and into the rolling waves below. Searchlights began to dim as they made their escape.

Asami Ryuichi was now the last remaining of his bloodline. The rest were long since dead in the ground or charred remains back at the manor. Now it was just one Asami with an unwanted child as his ward.

“Almost there Aki.” He whispered “you're doing so good, baby boy.”

And finally they were out of the reach of the fiery doom.

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Asami Ryuichi, the rightful heir to the family lineage. At his side was a little orphan boy who needed immediate medical attention.

The only resources Asami had left lived in the criminal world.

As they found shelter in the chasms of the city's underworld. Asami already played through their prospects in his head.

Whoever orchestrated this meant for the entire family to perish, leaving the government with the rights to the goldmine of assets. In some way or another, there were federal ties to this havoc. Even stripped of military seals, the weapons and gear had all been military grade. Even the ranking used in their radio correspondence demonstrated military training.

Soon the perpetrators will realize they were two charred bodies short of their plans. It meant they would be hunted again, surely before Asami could insure protections for himself and Akihito…at least by legal means. And of course the police would be of no help when their salaries were paid by the murderers.

From here on, they would have to start from the bottom. All alone in the competitive streets of Japan.

Little Akihito would also have a target on his head for their recent familial connection. For now they would have to lay low until the last Asami regained control of his empire.

No one would touch his Aki, even if he had to become the devil himself.

Ryuichi’s ever growing list of enemies were now carved into stone with deep jagged edges.

When the time was right, penance would be to burn.

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4 years later…

Bones were cracked against stone.

Fingernails were ripped from their beds.

Feet were plunged into boiling oil.

Lungs were flooded with liquid ice.

Stomachs were stabbed with rusty hooks.

These men all had the same regrets in the end.

Attaching the cage to the man’s torso, Asami let the assistant insert the rodents into their prison. Asami lit the candle that would soon ignite the one end of the box. In their panic, the rats clawed and scratched their way into the man’s abdomen. Blood and meat rained onto marble floors as the rats slowly but efficiently dug through the man’s guts to get away from the fire.

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One by one, Asami hunted the people responsible for the fiery massacre. They were now his prisoners, kept deep underground where he could slowly tear them apart.

He developed quite the appetite for this madness. Asami had discovered a talent for this. It wasn’t all blood and violence either. With simple tools and an unparalleled countenance, he would strip them of their dignity before peeling off the skin to expose the pathetic person underneath.

Four years of constant work had honed his skills to murderous levels. He proved himself to both the business and crime worlds. At only 20 years of age, Asami Ryuichi was developing quite the list of enemies and even more allies.

Asami had learned from his family's mistakes. He ensured that he was always several steps ahead of the competition. Never would he be blindsided again.

The whole of Japan would soon be entirely under his control once his plans were realized.

Only a select few knew what fueled this death king.

Yet it was a child that held death's soul.

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Asami showered kisses onto Akihito’s milky skin, rousing the youth from his peaceful slumber.

Nose, eyes, chin, mouth, neck, collarbone…

Warm breath over pink nipples was all the stimulation needed to bring them to peaks. It was no surprise that the constant touch and training had tuned the young body to Asami’s will.

Asami lifted up the creamy white legs, bending them into right angles next to the boy's head. A plump bottom was forced up high so Asami could see the smooth diamond protruding from the tight hole. A delicate waist arched as the training tool was tugged out from his pert butt. A thick glob of cum gushed from the puckered hole. With an adorable mewl, Akihito reached for Asami as he felt his ass become empty.

Ignoring the pleading hands, Asami resumed the morning training. Stuffing his fingers into the boy's mouth, he tested the bounds of his gag reflex. Encouraging Akihito, he pressed down on his tongue to gather the saliva.

Properly lubed and prepped, those fingers trailed down to abuse the pink nipples. Then they continued downward, ignoring the weeping little cock until they reached the valley of plump ass cheeks. The puffy boy pussy layed twitching and ready to be full again. The silicone dildo the boy wore throughout the night was already the width of one of Asami’s fingers so the stretch of two fingers made the boy writhe and moan.

With a sadistic but observant eye, Asami noticed Aki’s hands start to reach for his pathetic boy cock. Aki stopped himself, remembering his recent training. Instead those nimble fingers came up to his chest and began to tweak his own nipples.

Asami chuckled into the thin nape, consuming the moans that spilled out of the sinuous mouth. “Good boy, being so good for your master.”. To little akihito, that voice was his entire world. The pleasure that rippled through him only made his delicate heart beat faster. And Asami could feel that same frantic rhythm with his fingers deep inside his beautiful ass.

Scissoring his fingers, Asami bit into the soft flesh of a blushed neck.

Taking his soiled fingers, he slapped at the bouncing orbs of ass before he took hold of the next toy.

He dangled the long, ribbed dildo in front of sky blue eyes.

“Ready, baby boy?”

Lust filled eyes pleaded at Asami, Akihito nodded, but then bit his lips and shook his head.

“Use your words.”

A sweet angelic voice emerged from plump red lips. “Ryuichi…I need to go…” Aki pointed to the side door.

Still progress, Asami thought. Taking pity on the boy, he lifted Aki up, putting the new training toy on its stand for later.

“Alright Aki, one or two?” Aki held up a single finger, stealing a kiss from the corner of Asami’s mouth. “Naughty boy.”

Positioning the boy above the toilet, he inserted the usual string of vibrating balls into Akihito. Then Asami took hold of the little cocklette, pointing it down. “Let go baby.” Without an ounce of embarrassment, Aki urinated a healthy stream of piss.
“Does that feel better?” Aki nodded. “Are you ready now?”

“Y-yes.” Aki said.

Since the boy was fully awake, he picked up his toyset and took the boy into the hidden room. The boy bristled from the excitement, he knew this place was for pleasure and punishment. And Aki knew he had been a good boy all week, no stealing candy, finishing the nasty broccoli, keeping his hands off of his boy parts.

Placing the boy on the adjustable bed, Asami set the controls to a custom setting so the stirrups were ready and the backrest was raised. Aki willingly squirmed into position, hooking his legs into the stirrups. Once Asami strapped him in, he set the table to raise the boy even higher so the bottom half of the table was higher than the top, a half of the way from being upside down. This way, Asami had a clear view of Aki’s ass and penis.

A bubble of cum and saliva greeted Asami as Aki’s bottom dribbled down the cleft of his ass. padded table. “Beautiful” he said, meaning every meaning of the word.

A pretty pink blush dusted the boy's features, his little cock bouncing from the praise. Asami bent down to suck the little cocklette into his mouth, the undeveloped balls and cock weren’t even a mouthful. He expertly sucked and fondled Aki to completion, sucking up the tiny amount of clear boy spunk.

While Aki was riding his high, Asami twisted his fingers into Akihito’s desperate asshole, milking as much out of Aki as he could.

Once he thought he was prepared, Asami took the extra long but narrow training toy and slowly inserted it deep into the boy. Pressing it in and out. All the way in. All the way out. Fucking him for close to 10 minutes so he could stretch the tight muscles. Asami couldn’t resist licking at the angry rim of the hole, smelling the blasphemous scent of pure sex.

Asami lowered the bed so Aki was back to waist level, and came around to where he could see Aki’s eyes rolling back in pleasure, his head dangling off the back of the head rest. Exposing his own, much larger cock, he guided the head into Akihito's mouth. He took it in willingly. Keeping his pearly white teeth away and flattening his tongue as he was trained, Akihito managed to get half of Asami’s dick into his throat. Asami could even see the bulge of his cock in that creamy throat. With as much restraint as he could bear, Asami rocked into the hot cavern, growling words of encouragement at Akihito's determination. When he got close, Asami moved out of that wet cavern and came back around the table to roughly yank the toy out of the boy.

He moaned Aki’s name as he rubbed his cock all over the puckered anus. Plugging the head of his monstrous dick on the opening, Asami pumped as much of his cum into the boy pussy. Asami wanted nothing more than to thrust balls deep into his possession. Wreck him fully until his ass was forever remembered Asami’s length.

When Asami regained control, he swept up all the remaining cum that wouldn’t go into the tight hole. He smothered the sperm onto the training dildo then shoved it back into Akihito.

The cum filled boy fainted as he came for the second time.

A rare, dark chuckle came from Asami, looking adoringly at his prize. He captured one of the boy's legs from the stirrups, tracing the burn scars with his lips. He kissed each foot, kissing each and every toe. Every part of Akihito was his. Aki’s mind, Aki’s body, even these scars belonged to Asami Ryuichi.

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From an early age, the family elders were quick to see Ryuichi’s potential and had begun to teach him the Asami businesses. Thus, Ryuichi had plenty of opportunities to hone his manipulative techniques on his family's opponents.

Back then, the Asami heir was but a young panther, being trained to play with its prey, torturing and breaking it before consumption. Now that the rest of the family were six feet under, Asami had no barriers keeping him from wreaking havoc on Japan.

There was always a game. And the game only became more sadistic as the crime lord matured.

The work was rewarding. After all, the human ego was a fickle, glutinous fiend. Asami allowed his target to stray, feigning apathy until they perceived a mirage of an advantage. They never saw that there was always a predator in the darkness. A patient, cunning devil. When the cards fell it would always be Asami who survived to lay claim over the territories.

It was only moments before demise that they ever realized who really had the upper hand; who actually moved the pawns. Only one thing in this world gave Asami more satisfaction…

Now somewhat of an expert at toying with the psyche, he used a delicate claw to sever any self-trust Akihito held in himself.

As Akihito grew, Asami made careful work of manipulating his impressionable ward.

The careful weaving of the trap started during the boy's infancy. At such a paramount time for a child’s development, all of these manipulations would take deep root, forever existing even into adulthood. The heavy trappings would soon become too heavy for the boy to even begin to unravel.

He had to carefully carve away Aki’s self-esteem and independence. Those traits could never exist if he was to keep the boy forever trapped in his invisible cage. He had to make him a doll, a puppet that would always follow Asami. Even to the ends of the Earth.

And he had to do it in a way that kept Asami as Aki’s savior, as his shield from the world.

It was a lifelong project when you consider Akihito's naturally charismatic personality. And he knew, that without his influence Akihito would have been an extremely popular individual. He would have been all smiles and quick wit, a people pleaser with admirers in the shadows.

Had he received the proper resources.The boy’s speech impediment would have long been corrected with proper education. He would have taken up a challenging trade, meeting new people of every status. And his laughter and bright smiles would have been shared with the masses. That jovial curiosity would have led him to a career of adventure and adrenaline, most likely leading to wild misadventures.

Had they both met as adults, Asami would have had a hard time snapping him up. Akihito would have become a wildcat, too active to be kept down and too stubborn to be caged—-at least without the use of force.

Fate had given Asami this monumental opportunity and he ensured that every lock and key would forever and completely chain Akihito to his side. Now, Akihito would never yearn for another. Never.

Asami would be his only. Aki’s first and last.

He would mold Aki to become his perfect, devoted partner. His obedient kitten, without a worry in his pretty head except when he will get his next bowl of cream.

Thus, Asami moved onto the next phase of his plans for Akihito.

Onto the subject of coming of age…

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On the subject of coming of age:

Months ago, Asami had explained puberty to Aki; albeit, a twisted, altered version of the process. By the end of it, Asami could see the plain horror written on the youth’s face. 

Nature would change him forever. It would wreck his emotions and carve a new matured body. With tears in his lovely eyes, Akihito was quite terrified at the idea of going through such a painful transformation. 

So, after implanting the twisted lies, Asami cultivated that fear so it could properly take root in Aki’s mind. 

He would fan the flame until it could grow on its own. Then that wildfire would seek out the most vulnerable parts of its victim. For Akihito, it has always been his tender heart.

Asami would comment on how he loved Akihito's more feminine features. His soft, hairless skin. The supple hips and full bottom. The light angelic voice. He would say things in passing, saying that he would miss this version of Akihito. 

It was endearing to think the boy thought so little of himself. That he didn’t trust that Asami would always and forever want him. He had no idea that Asami would have captured Akihito, no matter his shape or age. He still enjoyed every bit of this game.

The sadist within him was in raptures as Akihito's despair increased, proof that the plan was coming together. Akihito was an open book, with all of his emotions on display. 

It made it that much more satisfying…

…watching the worried, distraught expression of the little boy about to lose his older brother's affection. Aki was clearly dreading the inevitable process of coming to age. To an age where maybe-just maybe, Ryuichi wouldn't want him anymore, when he wasn’t soft, pliant, and appealing.  When he was not the perfect vessel to receive love and praise from his brother.

And Akihito dearly loved his older brother. He loved being loved by Asami. 

And soon, that seed of fear would come to fruition as it grew and unfurled its thorns. 

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Coming home one day, Asami immediately noticed how Aki was not at his usual spot at the door, eager to greet Asami. And he wasn’t on the bed presenting his bottom for attention. Nor was he napping on the couches or playing his games. Where was his kitten hiding? 

Asami unlocked his phone to open the tracking coordinate, 100% sure that Aki was still in their modern mansion. 

Quieting his mind, Asami listened... 

A wet sniffle. A soft crunch. A crinkle of plastic.

Moving to the expansive kitchen, he quietly opened the fully stocked pantry room. It was a mess. There were food containers strewn about and spilled grains on the floor. He immediately noticed a missing container on the top shelf, exactly where Aki’s sweet treats were stored. 

There was a clear trail left behind, ending just behind…—moving aside a large box, a small gasp was heard. 

There, sitting in the dark corner was a cherub face smudged in chocolate and salty tears. Wide, watery blue eyes looked up at Asami, a stick of pocky halfway inside the boy's mouth. 

With an arched brow, Asami scooped him up, ignoring the boys reinvigorated crying. Grubby hands stained the expensive suit and tie, but Asami couldn’t have cared less. 

He placed Aki on the kitchen counter. Even at this level, their size difference was remarkable.

Taking a warm cloth, he focused on cleaning away the sweet treat. With a neutral expression, he wiped the chocolate residue off of the boy's face. Then he reached down to start cleaning the sticky hands. 

Knowing what was coming, Akihito shoved the rest of the candy into his mouth before Asami could take it away. Irked at the show of disobedience Asami grew quiet and still. He then slowly caged the boy with his arms at either side of the counter, golden eyes searching. 

The boy wore the shortest, tiniest shorts. He had paired it with one of Asami’s undershirts, the large collar hung off of a delicate shoulder. That in itself did not need correcting, but the sudden pattern of disobedience was a problem. 

However, the man knew patience was key with Akihito. He had to focus on the broad picture first. It was that discipline that made him observe the unruly boy a little closer.

The boy's eyes were red rimmed from constant crying. His plump lips were cracking from the expelled moisture. Akihito's borrowed shirt had many patches of tear stains and his nose was becoming raw from constant wiping. 

Had Aki been crying all day? Why wouldn’t he have contacted Asami if something was wrong. It was another reminder to be extra vigilant on his condition.

No one else was cleared to enter the home and all of his guards were stationed outside with cameras at every angle. 

If it wasn’t an outside interference, a storm must have been brewing inside Aki’s mind. And it was Asami’s job to set him on favorable seas. 

“What’s wrong, Aki?” 

Sad eyes and red-bitten lips met his golden gaze. Pearly white teeth came out to bite at the lower lip. Firmly grasping his chin, Asami placed his thumb over the lip, freeing it of the abusive teeth. A clever tongue instinctively darted out to lap at the digit.

It was picture perfect. A sinful display.

Akihito leaped up to press himself into the strong chest fumbling over his words. Asami could understand almost everything, but he needed Aki to be clear about what he was asking. It had to come from Aki. The illusion of choice.

“Enunciate. Say it slow for me”

“I-I don’t—“ Short breaths were interrupted by hiccups. Asami rubbed at his back in encouragement. “I don’t—“ — wa-wanna— become a-to change into-. I wanna stay me. I don’t want -p-puber-ty—I don’t want to—“ the sobs came again and Asami waited until his tired lungs could calm.  

“ Akihito, you remember what I’ve told you about other options?”

The boy rubbed at his eyes, “Yes, I want- I want that” 

Nodding, “ That is a big decision. And you know it will affect your health if you stop treatment? Once you begin, we cannot stop the process. ” 

“…will…w-will it hurt a whole bunch?” He pressed his forehead into the man’s neck, inhaling the mix of cologne and tobacco. 

“Just a pinch, you will get used to it.”

“How much? What pinch?”

Asami took the boy's head and moved it to the side so he could access the column of skin. “ Only this much.” Akihito shivered in pleasure as a sharp canine pricked at the porcelain skin, adding another love bite to the collection.

“ Or I can make it so you do not feel anything at all, you can sleep for the injections. ”

The boy nodded, face resolute. “I-yes! I’m ready! I want to! Now, I wanna now!”

The crime lord chuckled, the breath blowing into a sensitive ear. “ Soon, kitten. Soon.” 

“Before my birthday?” To which Asami nodded.

“We can start this weekend.”

The boy pulled back quickly, a wide O forming his lips.  

Akihito bounced on his bottom, throwing his arms around his guardian and raining kisses on the strong jaw. The boy cheered and clapped, overjoyed that he could stay himself before he turned another year. 

Akihito pulled back but blushed when he looked over Ryuichi’s face. “Oh.”

“Hm?” The devil asked. 

“Umm, I got a-a lil bit on you, Ryu… I can-“ Aki leaned upward, resting his hands on broad shoulders. With tiny kitten licks he cleaned up the speck of chocolate. Those kisses kept on trailing off towards the man’s lips. 

The kisses started sweet but soon turned more demanding as Asami dominated his mouth. 

Between the lewd moans, Aki whined “Can we have bathtime? Pleaaase, Ryu??”

“ We will have to. After the mess you’ve made.” He picked up the blonde, massaging his ass as he walked them into the master bathroom.

Hanging his head in embarrassment, Aki continued whispering apologies into the man’s collar even as he gyrated his hips against the muscled abdomen. 

Asami had raised quite the nymphomaniac. A wanton, slut that yearned to pleasure and be pleasured. To do anything to please his master, his owner, his world. 

Under the spray of water, Asami took great care in cleaning up his lover, becoming extra careful when he got to the underdeveloped genitals. Reaching southward, he fondled the boy's ass until he found the silicone loop that peeked out of its home. Blue eyes widened as Asami played with the tight boy pussy. 

Looping a finger, he tugged at it in small jerking movements. He devoured the moans that accompanied. Pale hands tried to stimulate a weeping penis, but a warning bite to the boy's shoulder reminded him of the rules. No touching his boy parts unless told so. 

Slowly jerking the training toy out, he set it aside. His own dick was hard and pulsing, but alas Akihito still needed to be better prepared before he could handle such a monstrous cock. 

With an iron will, he ignored his own needs so he could attend to his ward. First he massaged the puckered rim then went deeper to clean him out under the spray of water. First with his fingers, until…

A sharp gasp. Then the kitten became a pleading mess, begging to cum. Aiming for that spot again, he gained speed and began unabashedly finger fucking Aki until the boys back arched, asking for it harder. Sucking and biting at every inch of his neck, Asami kept stimulating that bundle of nerves until Akihito saw stars behind his eyes. The kitten sang beautifully until he finally came down from the high. 

Ignoring the mewls of discomfort, he inserted the custom nozzle, spraying warm jets of saline into the rectum. Although overstimulated, the boy still moved his hips to some unknown rhythm.

When he was done, Asami set the boy up onto an alcove of the shower wall so he could wash himself. In the heavy mist, his prey watched the tanned muscles flex with his movements.  Aquamarine gems were curtained with heavy lids.

When some of the mental fog cleared Akihito made grabbing motions, “I wanna help too.”, he complained. 

Coming closer, he let Akihito lather his dark hair, trailing blunt nails across the scalp. Closing his eyes, he relaxed his shoulders and focused on that touch. Like a lifeline out of the abyss. 

These were the only times Ryuichi could be at ease. 

It felt real. It felt like home. 

The hunting panther always knew where home was. Either under nimble fingers or inside a warm mouth. Or maybe nestled in between soft, creamy thighs. 

Always with his caring mate. 

Together forever. 

At any cost.

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