Takaba had been staying at Asami's apartment for a few months and he hadn't seen the yakuza in two days. Takaba dropped onto the sofa, reached for the remote and turned on the TV. He had guessed Asami was busy with work, while there was a slump in work for himself.

"It's not like I'm waiting for him."

At that moment, the front door clicked open. Takaba jumped to his feet and hurried to the entrance.

"You're back." He stated, feeling lame. Asami took off his expensive coat and shoes, then looked Takaba in the face.

"I am." He replied matter-of-factly and began to close the distance between them. Suddenly, Takaba started to anticipate what was coming, his eyes fluttered shut, his whole body tensing, ready to be ravished. The boxers and vest he wore for comfort, now felt clingy and tight. But then, he felt Asami walk past him and say, with an undertone of amusement, "I've had something to eat already, come here, I rented a film to watch".

Okaaaay. Takaba thought. Not only did Asami not fulfil his insanely demanding libido, but he bought a DVD to watch together. Something was up, but he didn't question it as he knew the yakuza was professional at giving unsatisfactory answers.

Takaba returned to the sofa, DVD already playing, and watched Asami strip off his blazer and tie, then undo the top buttons of his shirt. When he turned and took a seat next to Takaba, the boy had to force himself to wipe the gawking expression off his face.

An explosion, from the screen, lit up the dark room. Takaba realised that Asami had chosen an action movie to watch. Not that surprising, but he knew the man secretly hated the unrealistic action movies, where people got shot but didn't bleed or when they made a five minute speech before finally kicking the bucket. Glancing at the man, his eyes were concentrated on the TV, his expression unreadable. Noticing the boy's stares, he turned his head and their eyes met. Takaba could have he saw a devious glint in Asami's, before he asked "Cold?". The next second he was pulled onto Asami's lap and sitting between his legs. Large arms wrapped around his waist, holding him in place. He fit perfectly, his head rested on a well-muscled chest. The older man's heat spread up his back, through the thin fabrics that separated them. Takaba started to feel hot for more than one reason.

As if to torture him, this was the moment a sex scene broke out on the screen. Definitely torture. The panting and gasping leaving the sound system and making Takaba shift with discomfort. He could almost picture Asami's smug expression. As he struggled to tame his growing erection, Takaba became more aware of the hands spread across his stomach and had to resist the urge to push them lower. He needed to snap himself out of this, after all, Asami was the horny one, not him! Takaba wriggled in the man's hold, when his lower back rubbed against a very large erection. While he held back a moan at the contact, Takaba was secretly pleased that he wasn't the only one uncomfortable. The young photographer's heart raced for the next few minutes, waiting for Asami's patience to snap, but it never did. Since when did this guy have self-restraint. The scene on the TV had changed again, to a torture scene. Now what did this remind him of? Argh, I have to stop thinking about sex!

Asami cleared his throat. Takaba stiffened and wondered if they were sharing the same thoughts. He stopped himself from squirming, only to arch his back and grind his ass into the crotch behind him. Takaba itched for Asami's touch.

Why is he holding back? Takaba had no clue how long his head had run the possible reasons. He was brought back to Earth when Asami's hands moved. One shuffled up his chest, while the other crept down, over his hip and rested on his thigh, while his other hand held their bodies close. But still, Asami had not yet implied anything and had kept his actions relatively 'innocent', well, for Asami anyway. Takaba's mind continued to be baffled, while his body was tight with unfulfilled desire.

Before he even knew it, the film ended and credits rolled. Asami lifted him up, appearing ignorant to the boy's state, then left the room to shower. Takaba stood there, confused, his length throbbing and straining against his boxers. Three words screamed through his aroused state. WHAT THE HELL!


hehehe poor Takaba. Had a sudden inspiration for this, even though I should be doing work. Probably about 2 more chapters for this fic :D