So, this was originally written in 2014 and I just had to make a huge, HUGE editing with this one because omg I just realized how much of a mess it was back in 2014. This was written when I reached that puberty phase where I cried over handsome guys from my class so please beware of the angst that came within. I'm not responsible for any heart damage caused by this because well, I planned it all along /cackles maniacally like a chicken/ but for any of you who can get away without a single tear, just, congratulation dude!
I'm basically babbling so I think it's time to get on with the story. See you in the next chapter!
Warning: the friends-with-benefits story troupe, some painful sex scene, idk I'm not good with warning I hope this is enough to describe the story.
Heat met heat, skin met skin, but eyes—eyes never met eyes. That was just how they were, and how they supposed would always be.
The black-haired man only rested his back against the headboard as the smaller blond that was his partner for the night—and recently also any other night—straddled over him; his tender soft knees digging into the white sheets sinfully as he rode the shaft that was impaled into him vigorously like an animal in heat, his hazel eyes blown wide with uncontained pleasure that was pooling in the pit of his stomach. His soft hands rested on his broad shoulders for support as he urgently pushed himself down even deeper, willingly and yet so skillfully meeting the older man's thrust with his humping. His pink lips opened up in a shape of O and it was kind of an absolution when his lovely moans poured out from his throat, all the way from his chest, dripping down like the sweetest unsweetened honey.
He couldn't really contain his tears when the man thrust into him for the countless time with so much force, so much passion. It hurts and he was sure the next moment he woke up he would be sore as fuck but he couldn't help it. There was something—maybe it was his voice, or eyes, or maybe simply his authority—that makes saying no to this man would be an absolute sin. Not that the blond had it in him to say no the man. It was like on drugs; you know it's no good for you but you keep on coming for more, begging for more because you just know that you have basically and unconsciously become painfully addicted. This man was his drug, obviously.
When both had reached their climax, the blond helplessly fell on top of the man's chest as he calmed his raged breathing, his chest fell painfully up and down as his lungs caught on the loss of air. It was when his head fell on his chest did he suddenly had this urge to relish in the warmth, on the calming sensation the other's body always radiated off towards him. His ear fell on top of the older man's left chest, and it was kind of unintentional for him to listen to the soft thudding of his heart; each beat convincing him that the man before him was real and was always be with him and it was kind of a calming thought it slowly lulled him to sleep. It took several seconds to finally realize what he was doing, and when he did, he immediately put both hands on top of that broad chest and shoved himself off of the comfortable embrace (it was not exactly an embrace but whatever) before deftly rolling over to the other side of the bed, carefully not forgetting to grip on the similarly white duvet to hold himself from actually rolling out of the bed and fell face first towards the floor (which would be mentally and physically painful, really).
"S-Sorry..", the blond apologized hurriedly, his hazel eyes casted downwards in embarrassment as his face heated up.
The older man didn't pay him a single glance, "It's okay, Akihito. Did I fuck you that hard that you can't hold yourself up?", he let out a smug smirk at the last statement he let out before swinging one leg out of the bed, followed by another, and it was a millisecond later when he had finally had both legs on the floor, ready to stand up.
"Shut up, Asami.", Akihito spat out bitterly, seemingly trying to sound unamused, but the red hues that streaked across his cheekbones traitorously betrayed him.
Asami just quirked a handsome eyebrow at that before standing up; walking a bit towards the low coffee table that held his phone. Akihito watched him as he nakedly picked up the phone to deftly check on it, his calloused finger stroking on the monitor that lit sufficiently before flicking on something; maybe he was checking his email, Akihito couldn't really guess from his point of view.
"You seem to have a tight schedule for the day.", the blond spoke out of the blue, staring at the duvet that pooled around his feet that seemed to be too interesting to be missed out.
There was a breath of silence, "Yes," Asami answered simply, before pressing that small button on top of the device to lock it before subsequently putting it back on the low table.
Akihito added, almost out of his mind, "Seriously, just—what kind of person you are? You just work on this, and work on that, and even I could see that you don't get enough sleep! Surely, a normal person would sleep 8 hours per day, right? But you—"
"Akihito," Asami let out a heavy sigh, his feet slowly digging onto the carpeted floor on his way towards the bathroom as he put his weight on his spot, "It's already been said in our agreement, right? What I do is none of your business so does what you do to me. That said, I really wish for you to drop that question.", after that, he tightened up his thick lips in a tight line and went to the bathroom, missing the glance of the blond's frown which got deeper than before.
Yes, that's right. No feelings, no kisses, no cuddles, no dates, just no—nothing; because they were only sex buddies. No love or feelings attached. Akihito had known that since the first night they spent together one month ago after both of them accidentally met in one of Asami's night club. Akihito was drunk at that time, the I'm-so-fucking-dizzy-my-head-is-buzzing-my-feet-are-light-and-I-need-someone-to-take-me-home-because-I-feel-so-sluggish-to-do-so-myself kind of drunk and it was kind of fortunate (or unfortunate?) when Asami accidentally caught him right on time when he was about to fall flat on the floor thanks to them alcohol. Akihito honestly couldn't remember much, but what was vivid was the fact that yes, they indeed had sex that fateful night.
'I'm highly interested in you, Akihito. But I just want our relationship to be purely based on physical attraction. I fulfill your sex desires, and you fulfill mine. You sure understand that, right? I believe we have a deal'
It pained Akihito whenever he recalled the things Asami said to him the first morning they woke up together. That was when they decided their relationship was more like friends-with-benefits rather than lovers. They had never even kissed each other. And that's the issue... the blond heavily sighed.
Akihito hadn't been himself lately. He didn't know why but recently he kind of paid more attention to those pair of lips that was Asami's. He often saw it curled up in a smirk, he often saw it stiffly tightening against each other in a grim line, and it was more often for him to actually wonder what it would feel like being on top of his. Call him crazy, or a lunatic, but he had actually fantasized about the kissing scene he wasn't sure would happen between them sooner (or later, to be honest). Would Asami just press his lips against his like a lip-sticking method? Would he let out his tongue? Which would he prefer best: shove it in first or wet his lips first? Would he enjoy tongue tying against another tongue? He knew those obscene thoughts were gonna be the end of him, but he couldn't help it—because no matter how much he tried to block those off of his head, Asami would just come out of nowhere and bring them back with his sinful charm. That sexy bastard.
When the shower had stopped running, Akihito's eyes immediately slid towards the bathroom door to anticipate the mighty entrance of the occupant of the bath. Truth be told, Asami came out with only a towel covering his nether region, leaving the golden view of his mighty abs visible to the naked eye. The blond didn't realize that he had actually gulped down the nervousness down to the pit of his stomach as he followed a drop of water that trickled down his abdomen, sliding expertly through the lines and edges on the breathtaking abs down to his towel. He immediately turned around to avert his gaze from the bigger man in case he did catch Akihito staring.
He could hear the sound of clothes rustling behind his back; the sounds of clothes getting stretched and the iron of a belt clashing against each other. Asami was really a busy man. Akihito had never figured out why he still had the time to fuck him raw even in the tightest schedule. Oh well, I guess the stressful day at work must be cooled down with some sex with a sex buddy.
Pfft, sex buddy.
"You're not going to take a shower?", Asami suddenly asked him whilst buttoning the buttons on his cuffs.
"I'm sorry I'm too tired for that. Maybe later. You should go. Your whatever-it-is job must be waiting for you.", Akihito scoffed out but seconds later realized he sounded too grumpy for his own liking. Nevertheless, he pulled the duvet over his head, both to cover his body from cold air of dawn and from the piercing stare the man gave away to him so easily.
The only reply he got was that rich chuckle that was produced from that strong throat and the sound of the door closing that followed soon after. It happened so quickly Akihito couldn't really grasp it. Once the bigger presence was finally gone, the blond took his time to pull the duvet off of his head, his striking blond hair peeking out from the comfortable embrace of the blanket as his hazel eyes searched for that one presence he knew was long gone in the dimmed bedroom. It irked him so much when he felt another kind of cold started seeping into his body, through the tender flesh of his muscle before biting him in the bones. He knew it was not from the air, it was not from the breeze that was dancing around him but he knew it was from that wave, that wave of loneliness that came crashing towards the shore and caught him, sweeping him off his feet and breaking his footing loose. Before he knew it, he was drowning, drowning in that wave, but he could not do anything to save himself, could not do anything to cease him from leaving the shore.
He closed his eyes, and let out a shaky sigh.
"I'm cold."
"I'm not gonna wear this freaking dress, you heard me?!"
It was the umpteenth time Akihito let out a sigh at the sight in front of him: a female model that thought too highly of herself that she thought it was acceptable for her to demand things to the photographers and all the make-up persons just to see at what extent they would go to impress her. The blond just sat still on his spot—the furthest corner of the room of course, away from the crowd and away from the noise—and waited faithfully for the cue to start the photography session—only, the cue never came. This is going to be a long day, Akihito sighed tiredly and patted his own back in the back of his mind.
After a great effort of convincing her, impressing her, and bribing her, the model finally agreed on putting on the damn dress, only with a not-so-small bonus she held up as the condition. Everyone sighed contentedly, something like finally and it's about goddamn time swarming the thin air of the studio when she finally agreed. Akihito took a glance towards his boss and watched his eyes focusing on his phone, his fingers expertly tapping on the monitor as if he was typing something important that the blond was trying to decipher. It was moments later that he found out his boss was actually calculating the money.
It was tiring, it was demanding, but Akihito could not lie when he said he enjoyed the whole job and its demands. He loved the harsh light of the studio, he loved the sound of the shutters being pressed, and he loved every second he used to direct the model to express a certain kind of message through her poses. Basically, he knew he was born to be in this kind of job.
"Okay, great shoot everyone. Have a break for 30 minutes!"
Akihito immediately went to the vending machine at the canteen below the studio and got himself a can of cold coffee. It was hot, coming out from the studio where every harsh lighting was being shot freely like lasers. Furthermore, the canteen itself was packed, the more reasons to drink cold beverages because the crowd and the noise were actually chocking him alive with heat. He clicked the can open and took generous sips before observing the whole room, packed with people from various studios and careers; there were groups of make-up persons, groups of models, or the groups that were the mixed of both. The canteen surely was the place where gossips and rumors spread around easily like oxygen. You could easily get any kind of information you need just by being in the same room, listening to the chatters and conversations that the people in the groups didn't seem to mind to be eavesdropped. Akihito usually was not interested in such things as gossips—moreover having yourself to actually eavesdrop on women's talk—but it was one out of few occasions did his ear catch something that perked up his interest. He was just about to pass a table filled with female models on his way out of the canteen, when one of them mentioned something that he sure as hell would regret if he missed that.
"…married to Asami Ryuichi?"
He felt his hearing sense sharpened as that one certain name was brought up to the conversation. He quietly took a seat just beside their table (which was luckily empty and unoccupied) and sipped his coffee to not look like an eavesdropper. Just as he finally sat comfortable on the plastic chair, he finally realized what stupid thing he was currently doing. He took his face in the cradle of his palms as he opened his mouth to shout—not out loud, but internally—at his stupid antics. What am I doing? He scolded himself internally, but really, he just could not help it. For the umpteenth time, just hearing the name Asami Ryuichi brought this slight discomfort in the pit of his stomach.
When people said his name, it didn't feel right in his ears.
"Wow, seriously?!", one woman spoke cheerfully.
"Yes! They said it is official. That model from studio 1 earlier is going to be engaged to Asami Ryuichi! That young, handsome, almost perfect businessman..", the other responded dreamily.
What? Who is going to get engaged to who?!
"Arghh I'm so jeally! Why does a girl like her have the opportunity to be with a man like Asami Ryuichi? He definitely deserves better!", one woman huffed grumpily.
"Yeah, she's very childish and hard to handle. Just because her father is one of Asami Ryuichi's business partner doesn't mean she could get all the fun, does it?"
The group abruptly halted their heated discussion as a sound of a can hitting the floor below became audible in their ears. They immediately ran their eyes towards the source and it was kind of surprising for them to find the familiar blond photographer sitting just behind them with a can of coffee lying on the ground beside his shoes with its content spilling all the caffeine away, poorly abandoned and ignored.
One of the models was actually an acquaintance of Akihito and she watched at the usually soft features in his face tensed up, his hazel pupils drawn in small dots and his face paled up as if the blood just ran cold in his head. She stood up from her table and approached him, the concern obviously lacing her voice, "Takaba – san, are you okay?"
When she touched his shoulder to shake him out of his stupor, however, the blond made a move of jerking away from her touch, surprising even the other female models that sat away from him. He looked at her with his still tensed pupils but when he recognized her face, he tried to neutralize his expression back, which he succeed on, sort of, "Oh! Nana – san! Yes—I'm okay," he stood up slowly before taking in his surroundings, which were currently looking at him as if he just threw a fit, "I will just—go to the bathroom—", at that, he abruptly made his way out of the seats and ran off towards the exit, leaving questioning eyes that bore so many questions on his back.
He did not even realize he was running until he found himself gasping for air the door to the bathroom, his body bent down while he tried to catch his breath from the course of adrenaline that briefly swept across his system. It was kind of a relief when he found no one occupying the bathroom, meaning he could have some time alone for himself and for his own thoughts without anyone noticing.
He took a step towards the vacant bathroom and towards the sink, looking back at his own reflection in the slight dirty mirrors that was hung on the tiled walls. Akihito slowly tore his stare off his own reflection to run the water from the sink, the cool substance that ran through his fingers immediately was comfortable against his too-hot skin. He brought both hands under the tap and cupped the water, splashing his sweating face with it subsequently to cool down the heat that crept up into his head (and cool down his own head in this matter). He lifted up his face slowly and watched as the trickle of water ran down the curves of his face, through the long slide of his nose, and it was then he was calm enough to realize the staccato beating of his heart; only, it was on messy tempo (Basch surely would not be amused).
Akihito leaned against the sink and cooled his head down. He closed his eyes and let the calmness sipped in. What are you doing Akihito? What or who is he going to engage is none of your business. You two are nothing, why does the fact make you so freaking restless?
When every question just popped into his head, he slowly started to put all the puzzles together, sticking in one by one facts he knew.
First, I want to kiss him. Second, it is kind of hard for me to admit but I did perk up some interest whenever his name is brought into the conversation. And third, I can't seem to calm down when I heard he is going to marry some other girl—
Could I be?
"No fucking way," he muttered under his breath, the sting behind his eyes felt so painfully real when he clutched that one spot of his left shoulder; his teeth digging into his bottom lip in an attempt to hold in whatever scream he had it in him, "God, there's no fucking way."
He wobbly walked towards an empty tiled wall and put both hands on it, slowly leaning his head that seemed to be too heavy for him to hold up on his own. He banged his head against it, once, twice, thrice, how many times it was he didn't think was enough to clear his head of the sudden realization that suffocated him. He felt as the coldness of the tile started seeping through his skin and he was sort of too dizzy to hold up his standing stance and it was seconds later when he finally decided to let his own body slide down, his knees were the first ones to meet the cold, tiled floor with an audible thud before the whole ground bear his whole weight. Akihito felt the swelling of tears in the small cage of his eyes and it was moments later did he finally realize that it was not enough to hold in the tears; to hold in whatever emotion he was currently feeling that was overwhelming him and was trying to spill out of any kind of barricade he put on around it. The blond watched as his tears fell one by one; each one fell and crashed onto his jeans with a distinct, soft sound of plop. He felt his sadness swelled in his chest and it was kind of a reflexive action of him to immediately cover his mouth, to actually cover any kind of sobs or wails or whines he knew would surely come out of him sooner or later.
He bit the inside of his cheek as he sobbed even louder. The inside of his left chest ached with the need to be comforted by someone he knew for sure did not have a heart for him.
I've fallen.
Day turned into night in a blink of an eye, Akihito realized as he looked up to find the silver ray of moonlight shining through the gray clouds that hung over Shinjuku. He let out a tired yawn as he heaved his backpack up his shoulders before finally walking out of the building that was his workplace, finding the clock read the letter 1 AM as he recalled the busy moments and high demands he had to fulfill throughout the day. He damn swore that the next time he was chosen to do jobs like this he would actually go through the list of models first thing before actually accepting the job.
Akihito was still anxious about the news of Asami he heard this afternoon at work. Should I ask him about it? He frowned. No, there's no fucking way he's gonna tell me about that.
"It's cold.", Akihito mumbled, "I should get some beer before going home.", at that, he strode pass the crowd to the usual place where he bought cheap beer with Kou and Takato. Unfortunately, both of his friends couldn't make it today so he just had to play the lonely guy.
Entering the bar, the distinct smell of alcohol and cigarette abused his nostrils. Akihito had to actually lean away from the place to suck in some fresh air before ducking his head back into the shady environment, his eyes sharpened slowly in the dim hallway to find the bar stool he always sat on whenever he was in this bar. When he found it, however, his eyes immediately lit up, and it did not take him long to find himself walking towards it with a warm smile plastered on his face, finding familiarity with the person who was currently on shift as the bartender that night.
When a stool was taken, the male bartender whipped his head to take a look at the new customer, and it was as if he was on autopilot when he stretched out an equally warm smile, "Takaba - san, the usual is it?", he asked, briefly halting his own action of wiping invincible dirt on a glass of beer he was currently nursing.
"Yes.", the blond smiled back, though his smile slowly faltered away when the thoughts of Asami came swimming back to the back of his head, reminding him of the situation that drowned him in doom.
When his drink had arrived, Akihito defiantly grabbed the handle and drank half of it in one gulp. The bartender looked at him, a little bit surprised, "Something went bad, Takaba - san?"
"Yeah," Akihito smiled dryly, "Something bad like.., realizing something that you don't want to realize or you are not supposed to realize."
"Sounds bad," he leaned on his elbows on the long table to observe his blond customer even further, "care to tell me?"
Hazel eyes ran towards the worried expression of the bartender that had become his friend since the second or third time he came there, and he let out a forced chuckle. He just sighed, "I... might be in love with someone right now."
"Oh my God, seriously?", he chirped delightfully, "Then you should be happy! There's nothing that's happier than falling in love!"
"No…", the blond ran his fingers through the messy strands that was his own hair before adding, "At least I know that I fall for a wrong guy."
Suddenly, the buzz from his phone jerked his hip away, tickling the inside of his pocket. Carefully, Akihito fished his phone and took the buzzing thing out for the whole world to see. The ID number that showed on the screen made his eyes widen real wide.
'Asami Ryuichi - 1 message'
Nervously, he touched the screen and opened the message, feeling his heart thumped faintly in his chest.
[ Takaba, meet me at the usual hotel right now. ]
Reading that, Akihito's mouth turned into a real frown. He touched the reply option and typed furiously on his touch-screened phone.
[ If you just want to have sex, I'm not in the mood today. ]
Not even five minutes later, another reply was sent to his phone. Irritated, Akihito opened the text message almost immediately.
[ If you're not going willingly, I'm going to pick you up—with force. ]
Akihito felt like laughing. This guy dares to pick me up even though he doesn't know where I am right now? In a mocking attitude, he replied.
[ Pft, like you know where I am right now. ]
With a satisfactory smile, he sipped the beer down his throat like a champion. The next reply he got made his heart stop though.
[ You're at your usual bar right? I can send my men to get you. ]
Akihito groaned. Yup, truth be told, Asami really had his men following him everyday, even without him noticing. He didn't know what kind of reason he used to follow him though.
[ Bastard. I'm going. ]
After replying, he put his phone back into his pocket and paid, not even forgetting to excuse himself.
The blond jogged his way out of the bar and breathed out, feeling the nervousness once again filling his system and draining it out like an annoying leech. He stood still for a moment amongst the crowd that tried to cocoon him, and looked up towards the sky in time to witness the full revelation of the moon amidst the thick clouds. He closed his eyes to think, and when he finally made up his own mind, he opened them.
Maybe I will just tell him to fuck himself.
"Bastard, what do you want?", Akihito huffed out grumpily as he spotted the familiar businessman standing not too far from the entrance, his cool and aloof gentleman stance surely could not be mistaken as someone else's.
Asami didn't answer at the sudden outburst of the blond. Instead, he just strode towards him and shot a hand to pull him. "He-Hey! Wha—Asami!"
The man didn't turn his head towards him. He just kept dragging the blond down to the elevator, up to the guest room's corridor, and into the room that he had bought for the night. Upon arriving there, he swapped the key card really fast and opened the door in one swift motion, pushing Akihito roughly inside. Not letting any minute passed, he immediately pinned the photographer hard against the door.
"Shit Asami! Have you gone mad?! It hu—!", before he could even finish his curses, Asami silenced him with a napkin that came out of nowhere.
The next thing he knew was Asami loosening up his tie and tied it around his wrists, bounded them together and immobilizing Akihito with it. The expression Asami wore at that time was terrifying, it was as if Asami intended on killing him.
Akihito protested. He really did. But the stronger man didn't even bother it one bit. He just progressed towards the blond's hardened member down there and gave it one, powerful pump. Akihito choked on his own breath as Asami continued his ministrations, sliding down his palm towards the base of Akihito's cock and slid right up towards the hilt, brushing his thumb harshly on the tip. Pearls of cum was already swelling on the tip within minutes, and Akihito couldn't hold it anymore.
Muffled cries were like the music in the background as they finally proceeded onto the bed, taking off their clothes along the way. Asami stripped Akihito down in one swift move and threw his remaining clothes onto the cold floor below them. Akihito watched as the older man hover over him, frightened as the older man hover over him, and he could not really do anything useful when Asami had all the control over his body, pumping and finger-fucking him roughly like some madman that knows no boundaries.
He watched him as he prepared his own cock, pumping it up and down until it hardened underneath his touch, before finally guiding it towards the mouth of Akihito's abused pucker, pink, and hot, and swelling underneath the harsh limelight the older man's stare was giving it.
"Mmnff! Mmffn—", the blond cried helplessly beneath the man's hold, feeling the panic started washing its ice bucket over his head.
Asami spared him one, cold glance before subsequently placing the head of his penis to the wide opening of Akihito's asshole and with little effort, he finally popped the head into the inside of the blond's hole. The stretching session felt incredibly painful. Akihito cried out, screamed, begged even for whatever madness that was clouding the older man's head to stop because it felt so damn hurts that something inside him started to urge for him to shove Asami out because he could not hold up. It felt so unrealistically painful he felt like he was dying.
Asami was terrifying. Both Asami and his feelings towards him were scaring him.
The older man's golden eyes widened a little bit when a trickle of blood was visible coming out from the hole he was fucking, the distinct color of a deep red staining the whiteness of the sheets that laid under them. Akihito vaguely felt Asami slowing down his pace then, even placing his hands on the more comfortable spots on his tights to ease out the pain he felt blooming from his asshole. The sudden concern that layered those actions ticked his curiosity off and Akihito dared himself to peek through his tights, accidentally meeting and locking eye-to-eye with the dominant man. It took a heartbeat before Asami finally took back his own pace and thrust even harder into the hole that sucked him in, right into the hilt and into that spot that knew how to paint the color called 'blank whiteness' all over Akihito's mind. He tried to hold himself awake for a few more minutes but it was futile as he found himself sinking and sinking even further to the depths of darkness which he soon recognized as the action of fainting.
When he woke up the next day, he could feel all the soreness on his body screamed for him to be treated. He woke up slowly yet steadily, considering his aching ass. He grunted out when he moved his body, and the sight of his bruised wrists came into his view. That brought a lot of bitter memories from the night before. He could still feel the wildness in Asami's embraces, not, they were not embraces. They were just plain fuck, like he was fucking an animal without brain. What the fuck happened to him? Akihito wondered.
When the sound of shower stopped running, he immediately ran his eyes to see Asami in a white towel as usual; walking out casually. But when his eyes registered the sight of Akihito waking up, he immediately halted his strides, and only stared at the person who's on the bed like he was some kind of an alien.
"Asami..", Akihito called faintly. Even his voice had become hoarse, shit.
Asami only turned his back and picked up his garments from yesterday, wearing it afterwards in one quick motion. Akihito only observed his every movements, starting from the way he buttoned up his shirt, wearing his suit pants then tux, and gelling back his hair into the work mode.
Just as Akihito was about to say something, Asami opened up the conversation for him, "I wish for us to not be seeing each other anymore."
Akihito fell silent at that, and he simply let his jaw fell open as he gave up on his own word. He vividly felt the loud thumping of his heart, the loud rushing of his blood just behind his ears as he got this sudden knock on the head to wake up from his stupor, unintelligently blurting out, "Huh? Why? Asami, if there's something you feel wrong here, just tell me! What's with the sudden—"
"I'm going to be engaged next week."
He swore he heard his own stomach falling onto the cold, hard ground, crushing and tumbling down unattended at the harshness of the voice that accompanied those killer words. Akihito watched as Asami watched him back, his shoulders stiff, his stance unwavering. He spoke those words out and he meant it. He fucking meant every single word of it.
Akihito laughed.
"So the rumors are true about you, huh? I heard she's a model. Maybe she could be an actual good fuck for your marriage life in the future.", Akihito spat out, the bitterness that was left behind in his tongue tasted so awful he suddenly had this urge to vomit. But he held his posture, he held that gaze.
Asami didn't say anything.
Then the usual scenario played out.
The sound of the usual black loafers hitting the floor, and the sound of door closing came from his back. When the bigger presence was gone, Akihito sat up and stared at the white door for about five minutes.
He sat up and stared, stared and tried to breathe easy. He felt the coldness of the situation started abusing his naked body and he suddenly felt this need to cover up, so he pulled the duvet over his shoulders for warmth; it did not help.
Hazel eyes ran towards the wide double-window that graced the wall opposite of him and watched as the billion star-like lights enlightening the beautiful city of Tokyo, watched them shimmering and never died, unlike the passion they had the first nights before when they embraced each other.
Akihito pulled in his legs and rested his chin on his knees, hugging himself tight in the hold of his small arms to give some fruitless comfort to himself. He lets out a shaky breath, before muttering out loud, more to himself than to anyone else, "Shit. He even made my whole body aches, that bastard."
He felt the sting crawling its way behind his eyes but he did not do any kind of effort to hold it in so he let it loud, let the tears to flow freely through the heated surface of his cheeks. He looked up to the darkened ceiling above his head and watched it stood still, unwavering—just like that man, mocking him.
"Fuck this," he accidentally let out a sob, before finally spilling all his heart over his own hands, "My heart aches more."