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The bar is packed at this time of the night - with people who comes out of work and would like to have a few drinks and for those who plan to party their night away. Akihito is here for the latter reason, but only because his two best friends begs for him to come along. He, Takato and Kou sit by the bar of Club Ecstasy - a nightclub in the party side of town that's famous for its drinks and strippers. Akihito didn't care for where they're drinking because he just wants to have a good time and forget about the shitty week he's having. Thank goodness for friends like Takato and Kou.

"You were fired again?!" Takato ask with disbelief. He knew his best pal always has a knack for getting himself into trouble at his job - his temper especially - to the point where he always get fired, but this is the 20th one! In the span of a year!

Akihito slam the 5th shot glass onto the table and yell with his alcohol breath, "I can't help it! It's not my fault they want to investigate stupid shit rather than real-worthy news. I want real-worthy news! Not dig into celebrities' sex life! I just want to do my job…" he sulk.

Takato and Kou give each other knowing looks. "But you didn't have to punch your coworker," Takato reason. Kou add, "besides, why don't you consider a career change already? You know as well as the both of us that this isn't working out."

Akihito bang his head against the table and groan into it. "It's because he said some stupid shit. Something about doing whatever is given as long as he gets paid. Can you believe it?! Besides…." his voice soften. "I'm not cut out for anything besides photography."

"What about that part time job you have at the restaurant?"

With his head still against the table, his voice muffled when he speaks. "...Kin-san is not looking to hire me as a permanent staff…"

Now it pique Kou's interest. "Why is that?"

"...because he said that I would cause too much trouble…"

Then came a burst of laughter - Kou laugh so hard he became a breathless mess. Takato simply says, "well, he's not wrong." before he joins Kou.

"You know it's not funny..!"

"Sorry, Sorry," they said before bursting into another howl and cries of laughter.

'That's it! I'm taking back what I said', Akihito thought as he sulk again. 'I do not thank God for friends like them!'

Only when they see that Akihito is close to tears that they cease their laughter. They knew Akihito has always been a crybaby (even though Akihito himself deny it) as well as an emotional drunk. Knowing him, he will definitely cause a scene and they would like to avoid that, thank you very much. Takato had lost count of how many clubs they got kicked out of because of this. Club Ecstasy happens to be his and Kou's favorite, too.

"Hey, we're very sorry," they said softly before rubbing Akihito's back. "Come on, don't ignore us."

"You mean it…?" Akihito peer at them with puppy eyes brimming with tears.

"Y-Yeah..!"

Curse those puppy eyes! They end up treating Akihito to a few more drinks as an apology. But wonder if they had made a mistake. Because they don't know how long their pocket cash would last with the speed Akihito is drinking. When Akihito slam the last glass on the table and pass out, they got really worried. They shake him gently. "Hey, are you alive…?"

Akihito remain unmoving which really worried the two of them. Then the blond turn his face sideways to look at his two pals and softly ask, "should I really find another job..?"

"We think you should," the two of them said. "But we're not here to control you life, Aki. Think of it as advice from the outside perspective. Because as we see it, your...career is not going smoothly."

"...but this has always been my dream..! I work so hard to get here…"

Takato sigh. "This is capitalism, Akihito. Where freedom meant all possibilities but opportunities are not always equal. Sometimes, it's not worth it to follow your dreams."

Akihito knew what he was referring to; Takato's Dream was to be a musician but when the only label that's willing to put out his music goes bankrupt, Takato's dream vanish in an instant. Akihito remember how the strong and brave Takato he grew up with would cry like a baby. He'd shut himself out from the rest of the world. It took him awhile, but he got back on his feet and began working as a salaryman instead. Sometimes dreams are meant to stay as dreams. The feeling of having to acknowledge it sets a heavy weight on his heart and he hates it. Akihito got up from his seat and grab his jacket before walking away through a crowd of drunkards.

He could hear Kou yell, "Where are you going?" from the bar.

Akihito simply wave him off without looking back and says, "I need some fresh air. I'll be back."

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Outside Club Ecstasy, Akihito lean against the brick wall of the building and take in a breather. His eyes closed. He needs to calm down. Tonight's drinking was meant to drown away his stress, not dig it back up. The chilly air was doing its therapeutic work when he heard a woman's cry. Now, he's fuckin sober.

The blond open his eyes to see men in group of three harassing a woman who is no older than 20. She's dressed in office clothes. "P-Please, let me go…!" The woman pleads. The men only smirk at her like she's some easy-to-catch meal. They huddled closer towards her and says, "miss, if you don't want to play then why are you here?"

"This is the shortcut to my boyfriend's house…!" She said, visible scared for what's to come.

One of the men whistle. "Ohh, a taken women. I wonder how you would taste." He grab her chin and pull her face closer to his, just enough until their lips almost-

A bang echo loudly throughout the alleyway as a large trash can hits the wall and bounce off.

"Oi…" Akihito call out. "That's my woman you're touching."

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'Ah, fuck! Now I've done it!' He thought as he stare at the the floor below him. Akihito didn't know what had come to possess him - he made a stupid choice of climbing a set of rundown staircase instead of running to a place with people. Now, he's trapped between the three bad men and a choice of potential death if he jumps.

But who cares. He jump anyway with the woman he had rescue clinging on his back. She shriek in his ears as he did so.

"H-he jump..! He actually jump..! Crazy bastard," he heard the three men says as he landed on the ground. He landed without any injuries which isn't what he had expected. Though he couldn't say the same for the woman; it seems she had passed out from fright. Akihito carefully pick her up bridal style. But when he turn to his left, he saw that eyes are on him. They belong to men in black suits and shiny shoes. Most were out of awe, but one of them stare at him out of amusement, perhaps..? He wasn't sure until that same man with eyes shade of pretty gold walks towards him - with a smirk. Akihito was mesmerized right away. All he could do was stand there like an idiot and openly gape. The man chuckle, of course. Akihito found himself blushing.

'Oh my God...even his laugh is beautiful' He found himself thinking weird thoughts and blush even redder.

"Here, let me help you," the man says. Akihito wonder if that sultry voice of his was because of his wild imagination. He hope it is.

Another man with glasses silently comes forth and insist on carrying the woman for him. Before he could protest, Akihito felt a headache reeling its ugly head in. His head is ringing and his walk became wobbly. He knew what was coming so he grab the man by his sleeve and said, "...I think I'm done for…." before his legs gave out and he faint.

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Akihito open his eyes when he felt something soft and warm on his lips along with cold liquid - 'water..?' - in his mouth. He automatically swallow. Once he regain his senses, he saw the same golden eyes from before staring at him. Their face are a few centimeters apart.

Akihito had no idea what came over him, but he grab the man's collar and crash his own lips on the man's - a man whose name he doesn't even know. The man seem to reciprocate the kiss, thank God, and snake one hand up Akihito's shirt while the other stroke his hair. The blond knew that he's half asleep, but the consequences be damned. It felt good being touched by this man and he wants more. What's wrong with that? Their tongue trace each other's insides and Akihito felt hot and breathless, but he refused to break the kiss. At least, not yet, not until the very last moment. The man pinch his nipple expertly and the blond break the kiss to let out a moan.

When it seems like they both got back their breath, the man put his lips against Akihito's again. But the blond push him away and demanded, "n-name..! What's your name?"

He smirk. "Asami."

"Asami...I see...Asami sounds nice…" Akihito giggle. He really does like the way it rolls off his tongue - it felt right. "Well, then Asami, my name is Akihito. Try saying it."

"Akihito," his voice was sultry. Like he thought, Asami's voice is the best. Akihito giggle little more before he went for another kiss. Their tongue didn't fought for dominance and instead it dance. It was a wet and sloppy kiss, but he like wet and sloppy best. The way Akihito was grinding against Asami so desperately - it made Asami almost lose his cool. He hadn't been this excited in a long time. The blond's hand roam the older man's broad chest and his sculpted physique before ripping his shirt open and throw it to the side somewhere. Neither bother with the buttons flying about as they continue to touch and grind like animals. His hand roam down Asami's abs, tracing each muscles and veins all the way down to his v-line. They say that a man's v-line is the sexiest part and Akihito totally believe it now. The older man break the kiss and take off - more like ripping - Akihito's shirt and pants and underwear.

Now, he's totally exposed.

"You know there's no going back, right?" Asami was on top of him, trapping Akihito between his body and the mattress. He shiver with excitement just looking at those piercing golden eyes.

"Shut up and kiss me already." Akihito couldn't help but pull the older man in for another deep kiss.

Of course he knows that there is no going back.