Akihito could feel Asami's eyes drilling into the back of his head as he tottered around their house. It was a mess, he'd left the house for barely three days and Asami had turned it into a dump.
"Takaba." A dark, velveteen voice ran its way along Akihito's spine making him shudder, but not turning around; knowing that if he did he would be unable to stop himself from running into the man's arms, and inevitably, into the bed room. "If you keep on dressing like that I may not let you out of the house." Asami's voice was husky and lustful making that traitorous shudder push its way through his body again.
"Hey! I didn't want to wear this crap. It's not my fault that you didn't do the laundry." Takaba growls at Asami, looking down over himself using the reflection from the case housing the rare china tea set. He was wearing nothing but the blue apron he always wore while cleaning, and a pair of short shorts, showing off his long lean body.
Asami scoffs, "Me? Do laundry? You must be delirious, come here and I'll kiss your confusion out of you."
"Hah! I'll only get more confused if you do that type of crap!" He cries back. Asami lapses into silence, allowing Takaba to finish off washing the china tea set. He then turns around to nearly knock the entire cabinet over in his scramble backwards. A musky, masculine scent flooded through him, his thoughts, senses, his whole being.
Asami was standing so when Akihito was facing him the tips of the boy's toes were almost touch touching the man's boots. Ryuichi's large hand grasped a hold of Takaba's hair jerking his head back so their lips could meet roughly. Akihito's hands pushed at Asami's chest weakly for a brief moment before succumbing to the pure heat that was his lover. Asami notices that Takaba gave in so easily confused for a moment he pulls back.
"Whatever happened to the Takaba who always pleaded with me to NOT fuck him?" He raises an eyebrow, slightly worried as well as confused.
"Nothing, I... missed you..." He blushes wildly then ducks his head in embarrassment. "Anyway! Why should I have to answer you?"
Asami laughs, "I suppose I shall reward you then? I'll let you choose which position tonight." He grins then sweeps a now wildly protesting Takaba into his arms.
"You prick!" Akihito cries fists pounding on Asami's chest to no avail.
"There we go..." Ryuichi chuckles, before picking up the boy and carrying him to their room.
"Ass! Let! Me! Go!" The photographer having his lapse in concentration so openly acknowledged was now doubling his usual efforts to make up for it.
In response Asami slams Takaba onto the bed and crawls so he hovers over him. "Better?" He asks the same egotistical smirk plastered on his face.
"Not at all!" The brunette grumbles, "The house still needs to b-..." Asami once again cuts off his sentence by forcing their lips together. This time, it really is impossible for Takaba to resist against those hot hands that sent a liquid heat to cover his body.
The yakuza's hand slid up along the very top of his lover's pants, sending shivers wracking along the boy's spine. He then tipped his head, black hair falling around his face to lick at Takaba's nipple once. To the photographer's embarrassment it instantly turns red and stiff, while a slight bulge begins to appear in his pants.
"Fuck you..." Takaba moans as Asami licks his nipple again before sucking on it slightly. The brunette's hands move to clench in Asami's hair, tugging at it furiously as the hand that was previously rubbing along the top of his pants lifted the lip of them and slides inside. The bulge growing steadily bigger and more painful as Ryuichi rubbed his thumb along it.
Asami, still licking and sucking at his lover's nipple looks up at the boy's face, watching it redden while the pleasure Takaba was obviously feeling made him squeeze his eyes shut and mouth gap. Just watching him, Asami felt himself begin to grow hard, lust turning his eyes more sultry by the moment.
Unable to stop himself Asami jerks Akihito's pants down around his knees, letting the young man's erection reach its full length. Firm, yet soft lips then trail downwards, kissing as they went, to rest just above the erection. Still watching Takaba, the yakuza licks at the very edges before sucking along the member's length.
Akihito moans louder, the noise sending another jolt of lust directly downwards, making Asami's erection painful.
Ryuichi lifts his mouth away from Takaba's member, replacing with his hand. He curls it around the rather small erection and starts moving what was now a fist, along its length.
Shudders now continuously crawled their way up and down Akihito's body from the pleasure. Grunts and moans were pushed from him with each movement. He felt this man's heat through every part of him, Asami's touch, sound, smell, everything was now engrained into his soul. This yakuza was something the young photographer hoped he'd never have to lose. Those were the only thoughts in Takaba's mind as he came. He felt the wetness flick up along his chest, even small amounts on his face, making him turn ever redder.
Looking back at Asami, Takaba blanches. Ryuichi's hand was at his jean's zip undoing it slowly.
"No, no, no, please no... Not that..." Akihito begs to no avail. Asami just smirks and pulls both his jeans and his jocks down, showing off his huge erection; an erection that made the brunette quiver with both excitement and apprehension.
Out of the blue Asami picks the boy up and switches their positions. "I told you I would reward you tonight. This is your favourite position yes?" The yakuza smirks at Takaba again.
"Fuck it..." Akihito growls, looking down at the chiselled man below him. It was his favourite position, but that didn't mean that he was going to give in so easily. "Shirt off first."
There was no other sight that Takaba loved more than his lover's toned upper body and after Asami removed the unneeded clothing he was unable to stop himself from rubbing his hands over that muscular chest. He feels a shudder ripple through the man's body and looks up at Asami to see himself staring into dark brown, lust ridden eyes. He repeats the previous movement with his hands as they sculpt the yakuza's chest, watching Ryuichi carefully the whole time; to his surprise he spots the eyes light up somewhat at his soft touch. A small smirk lifts the corners of Takaba's mouth and instead of using his hands, Akihito starts trailing his lips down the yakuza's chest, tongue occasionally flicking out to taste the man's addictive flavour.
Surprise turns the corners of Asami's mouth upwards as shivers extend outwards from the wetness of Takaba's tongue. It was extremely rare for his lover to strive to pleasure him of his own accord.
"What really has brought about this change Takaba?" Asami asks, even as Akihito's tongue traces around the edge of Ryuichi's erection.
"I thought I told you." The photographer glares then chomps lightly on the side of Asami's cock before talking again. "I missed you."
Asami's eyes, now extremely wide flare bright with lust, then, without warning he lifts Takaba up slightly then brings him down onto himself.
Ryuichi's thickness makes pain shoot up Akihito's spine but hiding underneath that brief agony lied pleasure that the boy was now addicted to.
He calls his lover's name as he thrusts upwards, driving into him repeatedly. Takaba finds himself gripping onto Asami's muscular arms and moving with him. It wasn't long before both men drove themselves into a frenzy, panting and the sound of smacking flesh the only sounds in the otherwise silent room.
Ryuichi let Takaba roll off of him to flop down beside him, both of them panting. Asami recovers quicker, his pants slowing down to hard breathing, then to just his normal soft huffs. When fully recovered the yakuza reaches his arm over Takaba's shoulder pulling him into a close hug.
Normally Akihito would protest but this time all he did was relax into his chest.
"Don't leave me Asami. Don't ever hold another like this." Takaba feels Ryuichi stiffen, but he doesn't stop no matter how badly he wants to. "A...Asami... I... think I may just about love you."
It wasn't even a blink of an eye before the yakuza was out of bed over ten metres away from him lover. For the first time Asami was flustered, properly flustered in front of this young man. "W-what did you just say?"
Only now truly realising what he'd just said Takaba back pedals to the other side of the room, not saying anything but the blush on his face showing exactly what he thought.
A thousand thoughts were whirring around in Asami's brain, none of them making any sense, jumbled, harsh, horrible words then began to poor out of his mouth from the shock of it all.
"Did you really say what I think you just said!" A harsh cackle of laughter bursts from his throat. "You're kidding me right? Don't leave you? Don't fuck anyone else? Just because youlove me?"
That cruel laugh stabs Takaba through his heart. He knew it, he'd always known it, Asami really was only using him for sex. No feelings apart from a mutual lusting for each other were shared. But even though Takaba knew he wasn't hearing things wrong, that Asami wasn't joking around or lying, he couldn't help but argue.
"But... what about Hong Kong?"
"Purely loss of pride. I can't believe you'd believe that you may have caught me!" He laughs again, Takaba unable to see what the man was thinking.
Tears pop up in his eyes, forcing him to bite his lip hard to stop himself from crying. "Ah. I see." Looking at his feet he dresses himself, Asami's scornful glare digging into his back the whole time.
"What do you think you're doing?" The gruff voice asks, slightly hoarse from laughing.
"I think, that I can't stay here after that. Go play with some of your other boy toys for a while. Hopefully I won't see you around." With that Takaba finishes jerking his shirt on, then rushes out the door, Asami following at his heels.
"You belong to me Takaba, I won't let you go that easily. Remember that I'll be able to find you." He calls as the photographer slams the door behind him leaning on it for a brief moment befor running away.
What Akihito didn't hear as tears streamed down his face was the smashing of china and the loud swearing of the man left inside.