Takaba grinned to himself devilishly. He started up his computer and the necessary programs to access his camera…video camera that is.
~flashback~
"Haven't you had enough yet?!"
"What's 'enough'? Besides 'here' seems to be craving more."
"How many times are you going to say those lame lines-Ah!"
**
Asami lay sleeping. Takaba had crept out of bed and got dressed. He opened his backpack that had been confiscated by Asami earlier and took out three mini-cameras. He placed one in the bathroom, one in the living room and one in the bedroom. Takaba re-assured himself that he wasn't perving on the yakuza and was trying to find out information that he could later use against the man. Takaba had worked hard to earn the money for the cameras and he wasn't going to back out now
~end of flashback~
The three images flickered onto the screen. Asami was sitting in the living room, reading a newspaper, while smoking. After half an hour, without any movement on the screen, this cliché Asami was beginning to bore Takaba. He shut down the computer, got undressed, brushed his teeth and slipped into bed.
*******
Asami reached for his phone, and with a smirk made a call.
*******
Back in Takaba's apartment…
BANG! Takaba awoke with a start. He tuned on the light, but no one was there and nothing had been moved. He passed the sound off as the neighbours going at 'it' again and went back to sleep.
*******
Morning…
Takaba awoke groggily and sat up in bed. He rubbed his eyes, then in realisation stood up, got dressed and ran to his computer. Asami was awake. Takaba had doubts that the man had gone to sleep at all, however, he was now wearing no blazer and his shirt was open.
Takaba sat down and watched as Asami left his laptop on and walked into the bathroom, stripped and got into the shower. Water soaked his jet black hair, which clung to his face and neck. It ran down his broad back, flowing over well defined muscles. From the camera's position in the corner of the ceiling, Takaba could unmistakably see Asami's hand slide down his torso, lower…lower.
Takaba jolted out of his trance to find his jaw slack and when he looked down at himself in disbelief, straining against the front of his jeans. Takaba tentatively put his hand in his trousers and pants and began rubbing himself. Panting with need, cheeks flushed, he barely noticed Asami leave the bathroom. Takaba groaned with frustration, in need of something else. He leaned forward onto the computer desk and had just slipped two fingers into himself. He moved his fingers towards his climax.
Suddenly, Asami flickered onto the screen, clad in towel and placed his laptop in front of the camera. Takaba's eyes widened at the sight of himself on the screen. The image only made him hotter as he saw lust filled eyes and moisture gathering on his skin. His pink lips parted and let out wanton cries. Takaba bit his bottom lip as he braced himself on the desk with the hand he was rubbing his front with. One last thrust of his fingers and Takaba came with a gasp.
When he came to his senses, he looked at the screen, with Asami no where in sight, and just catches the sound of the apartment door slamming shut. Takaba slid to the floor deep in thought.
To be continued...
If anyone has any pervy thoughts on what kind of sex scene should happen next, please comment. Your ideas will be much appreciated. ^_^
P.S. This is dedicated to Secret Ritsuka due to all help with this fanfic and past ones.
