Akihito stared up in wonder at the stage before him. He had waited so long for this very moment. Eight years in fact. After all this time he'd finally been able to save up the money for the tickets. Tickets to see the best band in the entire world. On either side of him sat his two friends, Takato and Kou. This was not their first time at seeing this band in concert. They had been to many over the last eight years. The lights in the stadium went down and the ones above the stage and Akihito's heart beat even faster. The lead singer picked his mic up and greeted the crowd. His voice was music itself to Akihito's ears. Truth was, Akihito had a huge crush on the front man. It was eight years ago when the heavy metal band, Sion had hit the scene. Akihito had seen their first video and had fallen for their music. He had fallen even harder for their front man. He had only been twelve.

After that, he'd bought their cds, t-shirts and anything else. He had to hid it from his parents as they did not approve of this type of music. Once, Akihito had been able to save up money from his after school job and buy a ticket. His parents had found it and tore it up. He was grounded for two months. Still, Akihito never gave up his love for the group. Nor for his crush. When Akihito was fourteen, his parents found out he was gay. Akihito had been doing his homework when one of their songs came on. The singer's voice had heated his blood and his lower body had started to harden. It was not the first time he had reacted like this. Akihito had set aside his homework and pulled out his favourite photo of the singer, the man was dressed in nothing but a towel and water was running down that firm, muscular body. He had imagined that his hands were actually the hands of the singer as they roamed over his body. He had pinched and twisted his tender, sensitive nipples 'till they busied. He'd then licked his fingers and worked them into his body. He never played with his penis, preferring to come by playing with his bottom. That was when his mother had walked in and caught him. She had grabbed him by the hair and dragged him down to the kitchen where his father was eating his evening meal. His mother had ranted and cried. His father who had never raised a hand to him before, had beaten him bloody. He was then shipped off to his paternal great grandmother.

His great grandmother was a blessing. She had told Akihito's parents that she would take care of his 'wrongness' as they called it. Shortly after his arrival at her tiny apartment in Tokyo, she had taken full custody of him. An easy feat when she had taken photos of all of Akihito's injuries. She had then gone about fixing Akihito's 'wrongness' by encouraging him. She told him that there was nothing wrong with him and that there was nothing wrong with loving someone of the same sex. Or just simply having sexual feelings for one of the same sex. Both were fine as long as everything was consensual. Gender was not something that mattered to his great grandmother and she believed that it should not matter in the world of love. While living with his great grandmother, the two had bonded over the music of Sion. When Akihito had shown her a picture of the lead singer, the woman fanned herself as if she was hot. "Woo, honey! If only I was only about forty years younger!" Together, the two of them had bought all that they could afford on Sion memorabilia. The one thing they were never able to afford were tickets to concerts.

The music began and the singer's voice filled the air. The members of Sion were all good looking. Souh Kazumi, the bass, had long wild curly blond hair and beautiful brown eyes. He was the tallest member at an amazing six foot six height. He was built like a bull but he wore it well. All the members of Sion wore all black suits in some variation. Suoh wore his with pristine black suit pants, his crisp white shirt had ripped off sleeves at the shoulder that showed off his sexy arms. The shirt was only buttoned up part way, showing off most of his ripped abs and drool worthy chest. As sexy as he was, he was not the one Akihito wanted. Then there was the drummer, Liu Feilong. He had long silky black hair that fell to his waist. He had sharp brown eyes and a rather feminine face. He was slender of build but no less muscular. His suit was worn to perfection. Not one wrinkle or speck of dust. He was very popular with both men and women and even Akihito had to admit the man was attractive but he was not the one Akihito wanted. The guitarist, Kirishima Kei was just as hot as the other two. He had dark brown hair that fell from to his shoulders in a beautiful set of waves. He wore a pair of glasses that he had once admitted were not for show. His suit pants were were neatly pressed and not a single wrinkle could ever be found. He never wore a tie or a jacket. His shirt was just as wrinkle free as his pants. He was not the one Akihito wanted either. No the one he wanted had short raven colored hair that was always worn slicked back except for unruly bangs. He had beautiful golden eyes that Akihito wanted to drown in. He wore a three piece Armani suit. Why? Because he made the suit look good. He was tall though not as tall as Suoh and had a pair of broad shoulders. Akihito's favourite picture, his new one, came from the calendar that the band had released last year. For the month of May, the month Akihito was born in, the singer was completely nude. It was a full on frontal shot with him standing with his legs wide spread and his arms crossed over his drool worthy chest. A smirk on his lips.

Asami and Akihito

Asami's eyes roamed over the crowd. Though the audience was cast in the dark, he could clearly make out the first row of the audience. His golden eyes halted as they spotted a boy no more than eighteen sitting smack dab in front of him. The boy had shaggy blond hair that enticed him to run his fingers through it. He wanted to see if it was as soft as it looked and find out if it was natural or as fake as so many others. The boy's skin was porcelain white as if he never went outside. It would mark so well beneath his attentions that he would lavish upon it. Asami smirked to himself as he began to remove his suit jacket. Oh so slowly. Asami often removed his cloths while performing, it drove the fans nuts. However this time was different. This time he was disrobing for only one. Asami's smirk grew wider as he tossed the jacket out into the crowd, something he had never done before. The crowd screamed and scampered for it but the jacket landed right where Asami had intended for it to. Right in the young boy's lap. The blond's eyes lit up and he buried his face into the jacket's folds.

As the song faded, Asami turned to his bandmates and gave them a signal. They nodded, showing that they understood. Instead of starting up the next song that had been planed out, they jumped into a new one. This song was very sexual, more so than any they had done before. Asami jumped from the stage and made his way to the blond. When he got there, he turned his back to the boy and removed his vest. With it dangling from his forefinger, he turned back to face the young blond and placed the vest onto the boy. He moved onto the rest of the crowd, his personal bodyguards following him closely. As the song neared it's middle, he moved back toward his boy. Yes his boy. For he would never allow anyone to lay their hand on him. The boy now belonged solely to him. Asami dragged his hand along the boy's cheek in a gentle caress. His boy's skin was even softer than it looked as was his hair. He removed his tie and wrapped around of the boy's delicate, slender wrists with a pretty little bow. Next he turned his back to the boy and grinded himself into the boy's lap. He could feel the blond's hardness and he smirked to himself. he turned to face the boy so he could grind their hard cocks together. It wasn't long before the boy was panting and moaning low. Asami felt him shudder and leaned forward to catch his boy's scream of satisfaction with his mouth. It was clear that the boy was a novice when it came to kissing. That was fine with Asami, for it meant that it would only be his touch that the boy would ever feel. Asami pulled away and made his way back to the stage. As he did so, he caught the attention of his personal guards and nodded in his boy's direction. The men bowed low, showing that they understood that they were to now protect they blond and his friends. With their lives if necessary. Asami would not accept anything else.

Asami & Akihito

Akihito's heart was still beating hard and fast as the rest of the concert went on. All through out it, Asami would make eye contact with him, and whatever calmness that he had began to feel would be risked right off. When the last song finished, Asami had stood on the stage, with his shirt completely unbuttoned and pulled free from his pants. It's sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He always finished concerts like that and the sight of Asami Ryuichi like that had pervaded Akihito's fantasys. Many times, he had pictured the man laying like that above him as he fucked Akihito into oblivion. As the lights above the stage went out, the stadium was lit back up and the crowd began to disappear. Most likely heading to the autograph session being held. Before Akihito and his friends could take their leave, they were approached by four tall, thickly built men. The men bowed low in respect to Akihito and his friends. "We were sent by Asam-"

Akihito held out the items of clothing he had been clutching tightly to his chest. A deep sadness in his heart. he should have known that this would happen. Asami had never given a fan his clothing. Usually when he stripped on stage, the items fell to the stage floor. They did not go into the crowd. He should not have thought that he was special. "I'm sorry. Here are his-"

One of the men held up a hand and shook his head. Halting Akihito's words. "Asami-sama wants you to have those. They are a gift for you from him. Asami-sama has never done that before. It is a special gift just for you. Here. He said to give you this so that you didn't have to worry about them." The man held out a Sion messenger bag and Akihito lovingly folded the clothing and placed it inside. "If you three are heading to the autograph session, Asami-sama would like for us to accompany you and your friends. There are many here who would attack you to get the items in your possession or because they are jealous of the attention that Asami-sama gave you."

When Akihito and his friends tried to pay for the photos they wanted signed, the guards stopped them. "Asami-sama would like to pay for this on. As a gift." They tried to protest but the guards would not head them and paid for all the photos. They were the last ones to the autograph booths. The members of Sion were very kind and kindly signed a photo for both his great grandmother and him. They had been greatly amused to learn that an eighty year old woman was big fan of their's. They accepted the good luck charm bracelets that him and his great grandmother had made them. When Akihito had extended his grandmother's apologies for not being able to come to the concert, they told him there was no need for apology and even asked what hospital she was staing at. They expressed concern for her broken him and wrote a very special get well card just for her. His grandmother would be tickled pink. As Akihito was making his way from the table, he was halted by a strong hand. He looked back to see Asami.

"Are you free this Saturday?"

Akihito shook his head. "I have to work. Why?"

"How about Sunday?"

"I'm free that night."

"Good. I'll pick you up at seven pm. Give your address to my men."