A/N:

I own nothing, as always.

This is the sequel to Sexy Ambush

**VF**

One.

Akihito was used to Asami being controlling and stubborn. In their two years together, he had gotten used to it. Asami was as unyielding as a metal pole, and nothing would change that. Akihito did not want to change his nature, just his mind.

"We don't need rings, Asami. People will start asking questions!" the photographer argued. The older man was briskly walking away from a posh jewelry store in Ginza, having declared everything there was "complete trash".

"Let them," scowled the crime lord. Passersby caught one look at his contorted face, annoyance swirling in bright gold eyes, and leapt out of the way. Quickly. "They need to. The world should know you belong to me."

He was going to let that comment slide. It only stroked his lover's libido when Akihito argued. "I can't believe you're so wound up over some rings! I don't even remember agreeing to marrying you!" Akihito hissed the last half of his sentence, eyes darting around as if they could see someone eavesdropping. "Stop laughing, Kirishima!"

The secretary was not laughing outright, but Aki had spent enough time with him to recognize that smirk. Kirishima internalized most of his emotion, but the photographer could still read him. He knew when he was being laughed at!

"I'm not laughing, Takaba-kun," the bespectacled man opened the door. "Suoh's bringing the car around now."

"It's a ring or a collar, Akihito. Your choice," Asami nodded to his faithful guard.

"Ring it is," he hated giving in so quickly, but he did not doubt that the jerk meant it. He would strap a collar around his throat, lock it with a padlock and dangle the key tantalizingly in front of Akihito. "But not from Ginza," he was determined to win some part of the argument. "Or any place like it."

"For once, we agree. We are not getting something cheap from the mall that any fool can get," Asami waved Kirishima away and opened the door for Akihito himself. "In," he ordered with a jerk of his finger. "Take us to Omotesando,"

"Cheap? Asami, it's too expensive!" the photographer crawled over the plush leather seat. "I can't afford that!"

Asami snorted before yanking at Akihito's wrist, tugging him onto his lap. "You know I'm paying for it, and I can."

"Aassammmiiiiiiiiii," Akihito whined before pushing away from his lover. He ducked his chin, skillfully avoiding Asami's fervid kisses. "We're supposed to buy them for each other! It's bad luck to buy your own ring!" And the last thing they needed was bad luck, especially when the "marriage" was doomed from the start.

Gold eyes narrowed as hands clenched around his waist. Asami held him tightly while rubbing gentle circles just above his tailbone. Akihito shuddered with delight, but refused to give in to the ministrations. "If I have to wear this forever, it isn't going to be some cheap piece of metal that turns my finger green."

Stay strong, Akihito. Asami was trying to distract him with sex, and it was working. His spine was already tingling in a delightful way. "You jerk!" he tried muster up a convincing glare. "I wouldn't get yo something like that!"

Asami did not say anything, but skepticism oozed out of his pursed lips. Punching a button, the privacy screen rolled down. Akihito yelped and tried to clamber off Asami's lap, but the bastard held him down tightly. It was not like Kirishima and Suoh did not know what happened in the back of the limo. Or in the penthouse… or Asami's office. Pretty much everywhere, actually. "Kirishima, where did you and your wife get your rings?"

Takaba's head swiveled. He had never seen the four eyed man wearing a wedding band, but he knew that he was married. He could not imagine Kirishima having anything flashy or blingy or remotely interesting. It was probably something standard, like the basic gold band from the Lord of the Rings. Asami must have approved of it, though, if he was inquiring about it. Hope flared in Aki's heart at the thought of getting something simple that he could actually afford.

"Saho had them specially made for us, Asami-sama."

Well damn; there went that idea. The one time Akihito met the pregnant woman, she seemed sweet. Having small bands crafted especially for you made her seem like the other vapid and extravagant socialites who lived below him.

"She understands," Asami huffed.

Again, Akihito wondered why his lover was making such a fuss over a couple of rings. "Then you should marry her!" he snapped. Suoh let out a bark of laughter that he tried valiantly to play off as a cough. Akihito flushed and then remembered who else was in the car. "No offense, Kirishima."

"None taken, Takaba," the secretary also chuckled.

"Let me see it," Asami released the squirming boy who scampered over to the other side of the limo. Out of arm's reach. He watched as Kirishima unclasped a chain from around his neck that seemed invisible under his pressed oxford. Would Asami wear his ring around his neck, too?

Asami held the ring almost reverently in his palm. It was simple, but nothing like he expected. The band was a burnished titanium, almost black––it sparkled like obsidian. The band was rimmed by gleaming strips of light platinum. Light and dark, it embodied the two faces of Kirishima––and Asami, for that matter. Akihito knew immediately that he wanted something like that for Asami. Maybe he should consider a custom made ring…

"Nothing store bought was shiny enough for her," he explained as his boss studied the ring. "Saho likes her diamonds," Krisishima nodded in thanks when Asami finally returned the ring. It was clear that he felt physically uncomfortable being separated from the ring, even if it was Asami holding it while he was in the same car.

"I think she'd wear only diamonds if she could get away with it," muttered Suoh, though his eyes gaze never wavered from the road. It was soft, meant only for Kirishima's ears, but Asami chuckled dryly. The men shared a knowing smirk, and Akihito rolled his eyes. Any respect he had for her quickly dissipated as she proved to be like every other rich woman. So much for not wanting to be trite.

"She always has had excellent taste," Asami agreed. "I'll have to get the number of her jeweler."

"At once, Asami-sama," Kirishima already had his phone to his ear. "Hibiki-san, is Saho available?"

Akihito tuned him out. "Asami, you're being ridiculous. We don't need anything extravagant. I can't even begin to image how much custom rings would cost."

They both looked at Kirishima, who shrugged. "Hibiki, I need to know who my wife's jeweler is."

"She paid for them," Suoh offered. He glanced in the rearview mirror, momentarily meeting Takaba's eyes. He would know. He had been Kei's best man.

Akihito's shoulders sagged in relief. "They couldn't have been that outrageous, then."

"Thank you, Hibiki." Kirishima snapped his phone shut. "Actually, Takaba, Saho makes more than I do. The jeweler's name is Sabiko Hiroshi. He owns a store in Nagoya."

Asami actually looked offended at his employee's statement. "You just got a raise." It figured that Saho would go out of the city to get her rings done. It ensured that less people had access to the man she considered her private jeweler. "Call him when we get to Omotesando, and set up an appointment."

Kirishima nodded. "Of course, Asami-sama. And I appreciate the offer, but you will never beat what Saho brings home."

"I know. I'm paying her to do this damn wedding,"

"We could always elope," Akihito was quick to suggest. Just get it out of the way, and stop Asami from turning into a full-fledged bridezilla.

It was a dream too good to be true. Asami shook his head, and drawled, "Nice try. You're not getting out of it that easily."

Damn. The photographer slumped back in his seat, arms crossed as he pouted. If Asami was being this dramatic about rings, he did not want to witness the drama over tuxes. At least Akihito was pretty sure that he would get to pick whatever kind of cake he wanted.

**VF**

Naturally, Omotesando had nothing Asami liked. The store manager was nearly tripping over himself to show the yakuza every ring in the store, from traditional to gaudy. The photographer saw some things that he liked, but nothing that touched him the way Kirishima's ring did. His thoughts kept drifting back to Sabiko-san, and what he thought Asami's perfect ring would truly look like.

"Asami-sama, Sabiko has an opening this Wednesday at eleven," said Kirishima lowly. Akihito's eyes fixed on his chest, looking for any swaying that might disclose the ring beneath his shirt. Nothing. The shirt was too thick.

"Clear my schedule," the older man replied. They were going to Nagoya. "Nothing here appeals to me."

The manager's face fell. Asami didn't bother to lower his voice. "Akihito, come." He strolled out of the store without waiting for his lover. He knew the boy would be hot on his heels, eager to get away from things that cost more than he made in a month.

"Hey, Asami…" he sad softly. Once more, the throng parted quickly, allowing them to move easily. "I don't want to go with you to see Sabiko."

A perfectly sculpted eyebrow arched. Akihito had an eking suspicion that Asami had them professionally shaped, but the criminal refused to own up to it. "Why not?" his voice was low, but Akihito heard the warning that carefully masked the surprise and hurt.

He flushed, shoving his hands into his pullover's pockets, and stared at his shoes as he walked, thankful he could look somewhere besides at Asami. "Well, thing ring is supposed to be special. And I can tell it's important to you, so I want to do it right. I want for it to be a surprise,"

"Asami–sama, I can arrange to have Saho go with him," the secretary spoke up. "She can help Takaba with his design."

"Yeah," Akihito chimed in. He really did not want some bimbo to help him, but then again, she did create Kirishima's ring. "You can go see Sabiko first, and when I meet with him, he'll already know what mine looks like. That way, we can make sure that the rings coordinate, but we won't ruin the surprise."

Asami mulled it over for a few minutes, and Akihito wondered if he was trying to say no without sounding like a jerk. "It isn't my first preference, but if you want the rings to be a surprise, I suppose that is acceptable."

Relief flooded his system. Asami's hesitance stemmed from his wanting to control every aspect of life, and hating the unknown. He was all for letting Akihito create a ring specifically for him. "Great!" a grin exploded across his face, and there was a slight hop in his step. "This is gonna be awesome! You'll love it, I promise."

Asami ruffled his hair fondly. "I'm glad you are finally starting to get excited about this, brat."

"Quiddit!" Akihito knocked his hand away with a jerk of his shoulder, giggling. "We're in public."

Asami's smirk only grew larger. It threatened to mutate into a full-blown smile if he was not careful. His boy would have to get used to public affection. They were getting married after all. That thought still made his blood churn.

"I'll see you tonight," Akihito rambled on. "Be home by eleven. I'm making nanbanzuke for dinner, and it isn't tasty reheated."

"I'll give you a ride to your photo shoot," Asami protested, though he swore it was something else.

"It's not far," Akihito shook his head. It was a beautiful autumn day, and he did not have time for a round of afternoon sex in the limo. As much as he enjoyed it, he had to be at the studio by one. If Takaba Akihito was anything, he was professional. "Besides, it's only a few blocks away."

The photographer ran away before the crime lord could pull him into the limo, regardless. Asami was not going to ruin another job for him. "See you tonight!" he called over his shoulder.

"Suoh," Asami addressed his chief of security, though his eyes were fixed on his lover's bouncing ass. "Arrange for Akihito to have an open escort. I want it clear that he is not to be touched."

"Yes, Asami-sama," the blonde behemoth bowed before he opened the limo door. "I'll put my best men on it."

"And feed him some low key news story. Something we can control," Asami slid into the car. Now, more than ever, he had to keep Akihito away from his enemies. Pulling out his phone, he punched a familiar number into is as the privacy screen rolled up.

**VF**

A/N:

Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed it!

The title may change. I haven't fallen in love with it a hundred percent.