Asami leaned forward in the driver's seat, frowning at the dark clouds gathering above the road.
It looked as though it was going to start raining any minute now. They needed to be quick if they wanted to get to their destination before one of them ended up getting soaked – and that someone wasn't Asami.
The business man lowered his stare back to the superbike cruising in front of his new Maserati, and pressed the car's horn hoping to get the biker to move faster.
Instead of acquiescing to the request though, the biker decided to start zigzagging his way along the asphalt, clearly unconcerned by the incoming storm.
The long stretch of coastal highway both vehicles were on was completely deserted at that time of day, which was perfect for both drivers to test the full potential of their new rides, but the Honda biker had seemed more inclined so far to enjoy the beauty of the scenery surrounding him, rather than to push his CBR300R's engine to the max.
The first rain drops that fell on the man didn't help either. As the clouds above the vehicles started to release their contents on them, the biker slowed down even more.
Asami huffed, signaling the Honda driver from behind with the car's lights, as well as the horn.
"Come on, move." The yakuza said quietly.
This time the biker jerked his ride upwards, lifting the front tire from the ground completely and expertly stood up on the back wheel, as if he was attempting to perform some circus trick.
He was good at it too, for it was only half a mile ahead on the road that he brought the front wheel back down.
Inside the Maserati, Asami smirked at the stunt.
"Show-off." He said, as his hand gripped the shift stick. "Let's see what else you can do…"
Asami changed gears and immediately the sports' car sprang to life. The engine roared with power and as the yakuza brought his foot down on the accelerator he could feel the immense potential of the machine start to unfold around him.
With a quick turn of the stirring wheel, he put the Maserati head-to-head with the Honda for a moment, just long enough so he could glance sideways at the biker, who didn't have a helmet on and who looked very much surprised to see the Maserati appear so quickly beside him.
Asami couldn't help but grin as he pressed the horn one last time signaling his farewell to the other man and stepped on the accelerator, soon leaving the superbike behind and cruising at full speed along the empty road.
His victory was short lived though.
A few seconds later the yakuza heard the distinct noise of the bike approaching him from behind, even though the Maserati was going well over 120 mph by now.
He barely had time to catch the Honda from his rearview mirror as it soon went past the sports' car at an incredible speed; the sound of the bike's roaring engine managing to muffle the Maserati's for a few seconds.
The smirk plastered on the biker's already rain soaked face didn't escape the yakuza's notice. Asami shook his head watching the bike diminish in size as it travelled further away from the Maserati.
"You're such a brat." He whispered; the ghost of a smile appearing on his lips.
Asami found the Honda parked by the side of the road 10 minutes later.
He quickly brought the Maserati to a halt, parking it next to the bike and killing off the engine.
He looked around, but there was no sign of the biker anywhere.
A wooden staircase located between two nearby dunes gave him however an idea of where he might be able to find the missing man.
The rain had subsided a bit for the time being, but as soon as Asami exited his ride, he was showered by water mist carried from the nearby ocean by the strong wind that preceded the storm.
He sighed, thinking himself a fool for having been the one to suggest they'd go out for a ride that day.
Asami was about to walk towards the beach when a muffled bark was heard from behind, grabbing his attention.
The business man was cursing under his breath even before he turned around to look inside the Maserati.
He couldn't believe he'd forgotten about the pup again…
A six-month old Labrador, the newest (and more than a little contested) addition to his household and life was peeking at him from behind the sports' car backseat window, unaware his owner had once again forgotten he even existed.
It was a good thing Asami's lover wasn't around to witness his mishap otherwise another argument regarding the (recurring) situation would no doubt ensue between them.
"I'm coming. I'm coming. Hang on." The yakuza bickered, as the pup's barks got louder.
No sooner did he open the car's door than the puppy jumped outside, wagging his tail in the air, clearly happy to find himself in an open space where he could surely produce the destruction and wreckage he was beginning to be known for by his owners.
The young dog had already managed to destroy two couches, three chairs, the end part of a table and about a dozen pillows back at home after all - and the wreckage list was growing day by day.
Asami tried calling the pup towards him but the latter immediately started sniffing around, no doubt picking up his other owner's scent as soon as he sniffed his way to the nearby parked bike.
He lifted his head barking inquisitively at Asami, who just shrugged in defeat. No one needed to tell him he wasn't the pup's favorite owner.
"Go find him, boy." The yakuza nevertheless said, pointing towards the wooden staircase.
No need to say it twice, as the dog sprinted ahead of him towards the beach, barking happily all the way down there.
Considering the skies were about to rain hell down on earth, the ocean was particularly calm, save for a few larger waves breaking out a little way south of the beach.
Asami took his time walking down the stairs, training his ears to pick up on Yuki's barks in the distance, so he could use them to better navigate through the deserted beach.
He went around a dune expecting to finally come face-to-face with the elusive biker, but when the north side of the beach finally came into view, no one could be seen.
No one human, that is. Yuki was there barking in the direction of the ocean, near a pile of what the yakuza quickly came to realize were discarded clothes.
It took him but a nanosecond to figure out what was going on.
"Is he crazy?" He asked to no one in particular, as he started scanning the sea in front of Yuki's line of vision.
Sure enough, Asami soon spotted a body floating upwards in the darkened water, looking as if it was part of the ocean itself; a flash of light brown hair the only indication it belonged to the person he was looking for.
"Akihito!" He called out above the sound of the wind and the waves.
The still form immediately came to life in the water, lifting an arm way above its head and waving it at Asami. Even from the distance, the yakuza could tell the other man was smiling.
He stayed put on the beach watching as Akihito swam ashore, the young man's arms glistening with the colors of the ocean with each new stroke that cut through the waves.
The young man's lean, fit and butt naked body soon emerged from the water, his arms stretching and flexing above his head from the swimming exercise.
As Yuki ran up to greet his favorite owner Asami remained still, taking the time to admire his lover in silence.
Akihito had come a long way from the awkward, lanky and harsh wannabe photographer Asami had first met ten years ago. He was wiser, more confident, a lot more prudent and less of a hothead, and his body had filled up and gained muscle in all the right places, even though most people still thought Akihito was barely out of his teen years, on account of his perpetual boyish face.
Asami's head tilted slightly to the side as he took in his lover's naked form.
He couldn't help but grin. The best part of it all of course was that he knew Akihito was all his.
He watched as Yuki soon grew tired of being patted on the head and diverted his interest to a group of seagulls flopping about nearby.
Akihito let the puppy go, continuing to walk towards Asami seemingly unashamed of his naked state.
They'd been together for so long that they knew every inch of each other's bodies after all. There was no need to act shy around one another.
"Hey!" Akihito greeted; the same smile from before still on his face. "I thought you two would never show up."
Salt water was dripping from his face and torso and the hairs on his arms were sticking up from the cold.
"Here, put this on. It'll warm you up." Asami said, handing him the jacket he'd just taken off.
"But I'll get it all wet!" Akihito grimaced, watching the yakuza shake his head in return.
"It's fine." The latter said, throwing the jacket over the photographer's shoulders and seeing him shiver instantly from the temperature difference.
"Thanks." Akihito said, snuggling against the jacket as his lover pulled him closer to himself. "…The water's freezing!"
"Really? How odd, considering it is February..."
Akihito knew his lover well enough to know when the latter was being ironical. Instead of providing the man with a witty reply though, he resorted to the next best think – he stuck his tongue out at the older man in a mocking fashion.
His action conjured the reaction he was hoping for, as Asami soon let out a heartfelt laugh.
"You brat…I suppose it would be pointless of me to ask what possessed you to go swimming in this weather?"
Akihito leaned in closer to his lover, basking in the feel of the other man's hands gently rubbing his arms up and down in an attempt to warm him up.
"The sky looks so beautiful today. I just wanted to see it up close." The younger man admitted, looking up towards the dark clouds. "I wish I'd brought my camera with me..."
Asami arched an eyebrow at him. "You mean you didn't leave it behind on the bike?"
Akihito shook his head. "No… I left it at home."
"You left your camera at home?"
The look of disbelief on the yakuza's face nearly caused the photographer to burst out laughing.
"Well, you left your blackberry at home, right? No work related stuff for any of us today, remember? That was the deal."
Asami nodded in silence.
Well the part about leaving the blackberry at home was true, at least. What Akihito was not aware of was that the Maserati was equipped with a hands-free phone devise and wireless internet and that on his way there from home Asami had already participated in two business calls and had run through his agenda for the coming day with Kirishima over Skype.
The yakuza had a business empire to run, after all. He couldn't exactly take the day off… no matter how meaningful the date was to him.
"Thanks for the gift." Akihito's voice brought him back to the present.
The younger man's arms had somehow snaked round Asami's torso, not quite connecting at the back though. He had a silly grin on his face, the same type the older man suspected Akihito used to get as a kid when he'd receive an unexpected, but very welcomed gift.
"That motorcycle is amazing. I never thought I'd own something like it."
"Glad you like it… Thanks for the Maserati, by the way. It's right up my alley."
Akihito looked confused by his lover's words.
"What do you mean? I didn't buy that car. Your business associates did."
"I suppose so…" Asami shrugged. "But I know you were the one who tipped Kirishima regarding it. Kirishima told me you even helped out in picking the model. He just presented the idea to my associates in the end, and they agreed to go through with the purchase."
By this time the photographer's cheeks were turning crimson.
"That Kirishima-san…" He cursed under his breath, looking away from Asami. "He promised he wouldn't tell!"
The sound of a chuckle brought Akihito's gaze back to his lover. "I'm glad he did though." The business man confessed.
"But it's embarrassing. You gave me a superbike, and I…I…I gave you a lousy pen."
Asami couldn't help but chuckle at the remark. "It's a Mont Blanc pen! It must have cost a lot."
"But still…it's just a pen. And you…you gave me a freaking Honda!"
Asami chuckled again before he leaned down towards Akihito's face, his hand gently cupping the younger man's chin, holding it in place.
"You are enough of a gift for me, Takaba Akihito. Don't you forget that." The yakuza said quietly, just before their lips met in a heated kiss.
Akihito soon forgot about the cold and the shivering and leaned into Asami's inviting body as much as he possibly could, soaking the front of his lover's shirt with the seawater still coating his naked body.
His fingers clawed on the yakuza's sides possessively, clutching the white shirt's fabric in an attempt to yank it off.
He would have probably succeeded in his endeavor too were it not for the fact that a certain part of his lower anatomy suddenly woke up, readily pressing itself against Asami's inner thigh.
The older man broke the kiss, looking down at the space between them just in time to see Akihito's full erection, before the younger man covered it as best as he could with his hands.
"Quite the gift indeed!" Asami grinned smugly.
"Cut me some slack, will you?" Akihito bickered, his cheeks again tinted red . "I told you the water was freezing."
When he looked back at Asami, he noticed the latter's grin had not subsided one bit.
"Are you saying that is just due to the water then?"
The photographer narrowed his eyes at his lover. "You know, not everyone is obsessed with sex like you are, old man."
A flicker of something dangerous suddenly flashed across Asami's eyes. "Oh, really?" The older man said mischievously, just before he grabbed Akihito by the waist and slammed the latter's smaller frame against his own, so that Akihito's erection slammed straight against his groin.
It wasn't long before the photographer let out a treacherous moan. "Asami,… you bastard!" Akihito said between clenched teeth, feeling his legs start to go weak on the knees.
"Hey, how fast can you drive that Honda back home?" Asami whispered huskily against the other man's ear.
"Faster than you can with that Maserati."
Asami smirked at the challenge. "We'll just have to see about that then."
"Yuki, back in the car. Now!" Asami commanded, turning his head towards the pup far off down on the beach, and making sure his voice carried all the way through.
The yakuza might well not be the puppy's favorite owner, but Yuki sure never ignored a command from Asami.
Forgetting about the seagulls altogether, the dog sprinted like an arrow in the direction he and the yakuza had originally come from, soon disappearing behind a dune.
"You know, I think Yuki's starting to become afraid of you." There was a slight amused tone on Akihito's voice as he spoke, even though he was trying to sound accusatory.
"Good." Asami replied, trying not to smile himself.
He waited until the photographer had nearly put all his clothes back on, but thinking he might as well get a head start on the race, Asami soon started walking back towards the wooden stairs alone, only to be stopped on the very first step going up when Akihito caught up with him panting and unexpectedly hugged him from behind.
"…Thank you." The photographer said quietly; his voice muffled by Asami's shirt.
Asami didn't turn around, but smiled nonetheless at the gesture. "I told you the Honda was nothing-" He started, but soon felt Akihito shaking his head against his back.
"No…I don't mean the bike. I-I mean that too, but…but" Akihito stammered, squeezing Asami's torso tighter.
"…Akihito?" The yakuza asked intrigued, looking over his shoulder to see Akihito's face turn as red as the sweater the young man had on.
"I guess what I'm trying to say is,…thank you… for everything. For the past 10 years, and all…and…Ah, damn it! Why is this so embarrassing to say out loud?...Happy 10th anniversary, Asami! There, I said it!" The young man finished, feeling as though an enormous weight had just been lifted from his shoulders.
Asami felt a bit surprised by the sudden declaration, but soon recovered from it. "Happy 10th anniversary, kid." But as he leaned in to kiss the younger man, the latter dodged past him, running up the stairs as fast as he could.
"Last one home has to walk Yuki out every day next week!" Akihito said triumphantly, without looking back at his deceived lover.
"You brat! !" Asami shouted, soon running after him up the stairs.
The race was officially on!
A/N: So I thought I'd write a one-shot with a future setting. I reckon Akihito is about 33 here, so that would make Asami 45-ish, I guess. A very hot and sexy 45-ish, mind you! Lol X) Hope you enjoyed reading it! (Let me know if you'd like this to be a two-shot. I have an idea to give the story a bit of a twist)