AN: Hello, um, welcome to my very first fic! It's probably not very good, but what sort of yaoi fangirl would I be if I didn't pay homage to my favorite pairing ever?
The idea of limits, Akihito fumed, must be foreign to Asami. Indeed, ordinary rules didn't seem to apply to the yakuza. Police didn't arrest him, bullets rarely harmed him (seriously, how did he manage that?), and the upper class seemed to have no idea of his illicit activities, despite the ever present gun holster under that fancy Armani suit jacket. But surely, surely the incorrigible man had to maintain some speck of common, plebeian sense. It wasn't like he appeared insane all the time. Gazing at the monstrosity of silk and lace, however, Takaba doubted it. And when his eyes landed on the perfectly brushed out wig, sitting atop a mannequin head, he knew that Asami was well and truly insane. Or just a dick. Either/or right?
Whipping out his phone, he dialed the familiar number. Ring, ring, rin- "How rare," A smooth voice commented. "You're the one calling me."
"Shut up you old man," Aki snarled. "What is this?!"
"I see you've found my present. I do trust you like it, Kirishima assured me it would be stunning on you."
"Who gives a damn? It's a DRESS. For WOMEN!"
"I thought you would be happy. Now i won't have to take another date to that gala you were whining about." Aki gritted his teeth. Don't get mad about the whining comment, that's what he wants, he wants to sidetrack you...
"And how is me wearing a stupid fluffy princess dress going to prevent you from bringing some hussy to a fancy event?"
"You're smart enough to come up with answers on your own Akihito."
"..." A paused second of thought. "OH NO I'M NOT! YOU ARE NOT SUGGESTING THAT!"
"What a pity, it looks like I'll have to call Veronica after all." The foreign name rolled off his tongue so smoothly, Aki saw red. Something snapped.
"Fine, you perv! Go and call your Ver-Veronica or whatever!" He briefly stumbled over the foreign name. "I don't even care anymore! Don't even think about getting laid tonight!" He hung up decisively.
A soft click sounded as the door swung open. Expensive leather shoes made muted thumps as Asami shed them. Golden eyes flicked upwards, smirking at Akihito. "Shall we continue our discussion, little kitten?" Involuntarily, Aki felt a shudder wrack through him. No. I want to be mad. I have the right to be mad! This one's on him.
"There's nothing to discuss." He muttered bitterly.
"Oh? Perhaps I pushed you too far?" A strong hand tilted his chin up as Asami placed a chaste kiss on his lips. "Are you jealous?" He could almost sense the expectation and lust. Smug bastard...
Breaking free of the arm that had wound its way around him somehow, Aki gave a derisive laugh. "Jealous? Why would I be? Go and have that woman hang off your arm, I'll bet you can't even get it up for her." Well, that was one upside to this entire scenario. At least Asami was completely and thoroughly gay.
"Very true, Akihito." Stepping forward again, Asami held Aki close. Despite himself, Aki pressed against the warm, muscular chest and took a subtle whiff of Asami's scent. The smell of Dunhills, expensive cologne, and a spicy undertone never failed to relax him. It had slowly become a symbol of safety and security to him. "So, why don't you put on the nice gift I prepared and I won't have to bring her?"
"No." Aki stubbornly held on, even as he felt his resolve crumbling. The hand that had creeped under his shirt began rubbing soothing circles onto his back.
"Are you sure about that?" Asami all but purred. "I'd hate to leave you all alone for an entire night..."
"Fine!" Aki gave up on winning this one. Sometimes, it just wasn't worth the effort. Instead, he tilted his head up, and stole another kiss.
A dangerous smile spread across Asami's face. "Well, aren't you surprisingly obedient today?" His hand moved from the back downwards, massaging Aki's pert ass. "Obedient pets deserve rewards." Lips ghosted over his ear as Asami began to nibble
He mumbled, "Not your pet...". Asami-ignoring the comment-unceremoniously pressed him up against a wall, hands roaming up and down the slim figure. Aki felt a moan bubble up, and realized that he was in for a long night.
Several hours later, as Akihito curled up next to a sated Ryuichi, the thought finally hit. Kami-sama, what have I agreed to?!
AN: Well, I hope I haven't made Aki too OOC, but I really wanted to see Aki crossdress, so this is it!