I DO NOT OWN

SO IT BEGINS

With the touching of their overly heated erections Akihito knew he could no longer hold out. So he gave and gave into Asami's touches. Asami's kisses were maddening, the mere contact of skin against skin all but set a blaze the clothes that were now laid to rest on the floor.

Akihito's mind registered the recklessness in where they had begun this sexual tango, but their passion could not and would not be stopped. It was best not to try and deny their bodies this release but participate in this event.

As Asami pushed the baby hair that rested on the back of Akihito's neck out of his way and began sucking on the soft and sensitive skin of Akihito's nape, the sensual moans that escape the younger lover's mouth was evidence that Akihito was on his way to becoming undone. Before Akihito's world went white the last thing he remembered was Asami's firm rock hard cock had brushed the sweetest most electrifying kiss against the opening of his sensitive ass and he was unable to control the wanton irrational response his body had given in response, which was the sole reason he was seeing only white stars playing across his vision.

The pain was never forgotten in their coupling, but Akihito's body and his soul was so tuned into the pleasure it was counter productive to try and school himself to remember to give his body time to adjust to the size and especially the width of Asami's intimidating manhood.

The strained and painful gasps that escaped Akihito's throat didn't go unnoticed to his older and experienced lover and with more tenderness than either of them expected, Asami took care while he rocked Akihito's body into obedience; momentarily taming the young man's body into gently accepting his cock without the painful resistance that was at present causing his pet some distress.

As Akihito's body capitulated and yielded to Asami's, Hazel eyes shyly looked into Golden ones and what those hazel orbs saw reflected in Asami's golden gaze killed all desire in the young lover immediately.

what...?who...?

Who was the man holding a 9mm semi automatic gun that was aiming at him and Asami, without thought Akihito rammed his ass into Asami groin, making the older man lose his balance but not his lust and in the process causing himself more pain than he was accustom to.

Indeed their present 'love session' on top of Tokyo's tallest skyscraper was the most reckless thing the couple ever did thus far. In their defence their love making was a end product of a familiar argument that these two had owing to their respective jobs.

Whether Akihito's actions saved both or one of their lives was something he didn't have the luxury to moll over now.

The first shot was fired and had miss its target(s) and the gun man was now firing liberally and with more determination having lost the element of surprise.

Asami had not yet withdrew from the warm haven that was Akihito's ass; even though the young man knew Asami was now aware of their situation.

As the door to the roof top was left ajar Akihito made a soft yet pronounced whimper for Asami to un-sheath himself as Souh and Keishi two of Asami 's bodyguards could be seen approaching in the shadows. When Asami took no action Akihito whispered,

" A...sami...please"

Asami purposefully took his time when he withdrew from Akihito; it was only when Takaba turned around completely to face his lover he realised the reason for Asami's deliberate behaviour. The man was still sporting an impressive hard on to Akihito's disbelief.

As bullets whisk through the air around the air shaft that they were using for cover Akihito pulled up and botton his jeans and was seriously impress to see that Asami had beaten him in the race to recover their dignity when the Yakuza un buckled his holster; removing his gun and took aim. 'What was Asami thinking?' Akihito could not decipher from the mean poker face Asami at present was wearing.

There was a sudden painful grunt and the would be killer fell to the ground.

Souh quickly threw his bulk in front of the photographer as his curiosity returned and the young man stood up making himself an open target once more before the trash that had dare try to harm Asami sama and Takaba san, was confirm as good as dead.

Asami walked over to the man; never lowering his weapon and asked "Who?" But before the wounded man could answer the fatal bullet was drilled into his skull and with some alarm Asami (which he didn't allowed to show) turned and looked into the darkness of the night and wonder 'why send a sniper to kill a failed shooter' when they had the best opportunity to killed him at present.

Then he heard Souh voice calling out to Takaba to halt and then he knew his answer the shooter was not sent to kill him but his sweet innocent wild cat. Without a second thought Asami grabbed the young man up into his arms and position himself around Akihito like a human shield as he left the night and the dead and the pointless questions behind that still plagued his mind.

He had to move forward, he had to get answers and results (fast) if he was to be prepared for what was to come.

God help them all if anything had happen to his heart, his boy, his love Asami knew he would redefined the meaning of vengeance. He had traded his soul to the devil a long time ago he had no misconceptions about that. But Akihito his Aki had given his own soul to him and trusted him with it.

He would get to the bottom of tonight's attack and he would definitely protect what was his - no he corrected himself- theirs.