The car ride was a rather quiet as both Asami and Takaba kept to themselves. Takaba kept to his usual corner of the limousine as he knew Asami wouldn't hesitate to touch him if he got the chance. Takaba was busy wondering how exactly he was supposed to take care of Asami as more then likely the yakuza had never had anyone take care of him before. Takaba almost jumped when he heard the sound of folder being moved and opened. Looking over at Asami Takaba saw a folder open in front of him while he read the papers that were inside.
"You're not supposed to be working." Takaba told Asami, the other not even bothering to look up at him.
"I'm reading not working." Asami correct as Takaba reached over to try and grab the folder from him.
"Same difference since its work related!" Takaba was about to snatch the document when Asami moved it out of his reach once again, at the same moment Takaba's hand slipped causing him to fall right into the Yakuza's lap. Asami seemed quite amused by this, before Takaba managed to get out of his reach Asami had already pulled him back into his lap.
"It would seem as though you really can't resist me." Asami whispered sensually in Takaba's ear giving it a soft nip as causing the other to shiver from the contact.
"Stop, let me go." Takaba half moaned as Asami nipped the skin around his collar bone. Takaba tried pushing against the strong chest, but his body was hardly listening and doing what his mind told it.
"Remember we had an agreement." Asami reminded as he caught the photographer's lips in a harsh kiss as his hands slide underneath Takaba's shirt, traveling up from his stomach till he reached his chest where he began to tease the already hard nipples. Once the kiss was broken Takaba leaned his head against Asami's shoulder as he tried to regain his lost breath which was really hard to do since Asami wasn't leaving his body alone. Takaba shivered when he felt one of the two hands on his chest travel back down from his chest, past his stomach to his pants were the brushed against the hard bulge that was under the jeans. Takaba couldn't hold back a whimper of want when Asami squeezed the bulge ever so lightly. "You're already so hard and we haven't even gotten that far." Asami teased as a blush appeared on Takaba's face.
"You know its your fault, you damn- nhhhn." Takaba's sentence was cut off when he moan as Asami slipped his hand underneath both the jeans and pants and was currently very softly touching Takaba's member.
"Of course its my fault, after all no one but me would do this to you." Asami told the boy as he grabbed the hard member and began to pump it at a faster pace. Takaba tossed his head back as he tried to refrain from moaning, those words plus the actions were sending his head spinning into a haze of lust which he knew he wouldn't be able to escape from. He was close to cumming when he felt Asami's hand disappear. Opening his confused and lust filled hazel eyes he looked at Asami to see the older man grabbing his phone out of his pocket. "We can finish this later at the house." Asami whispered as he deposited the other off his lap. Before Takaba had a chance to voice any sort of protest Asami already had his cell phone opened and was talking to the other person. Takaba glared at Asami. He was pissed at the Yakuza for answering him phone, not because he was near his climax and the older man decided to stop just for an incoming phone... okay so maybe he was a little pissed about that but his biggest reason was: Asami wasn't resting. Takaba glanced over at Asami when he heard the older man clear his voice more then once, Takaba also though he saw that the other had a problem swallowing for a second.
About that time that Asami got off the phone the limousine stopped in front of the pent house and Kirishima got out and opened the doors for them. Once out Takaba moved over to Asami's side of the limousine and watched as the older man got making sure to be there in case he felt dizzy again. Thankfully nothing happened and both made it inside without any problems.
Once inside Takaba got Asami sitting in the living room on the sofa and much to Takaba surprise Asami didn't fight him about sitting down.
"Where do you keep your thermometer?" Takaba asked from the kitchen.
"Thermometer? I don't have one of those." Asami replied as he held back the sudden urge to cough. Much to his irritation it wd seem that Takaba was right about him needing to rest.
"How can you not have one? Its a very important thing to have on hand when you're sick."
"I've not been sick before so I've never had a need for one." Takaba growled in annoyance as he came back out from the kitchen.
"I'll have to go pick one up, but for now we need to get you laying down."
"I'm perfectly fine sitting right here." Asami replied as Takaba grabbed his hand.
"You need to be lying down, sleep is one of the most important things involved with fighting off a virus." Takaba argued. "Besides that we had an agreement that you''d do as I said! This isn't just a one sided thing."
"Fine, but if I'm going to have sleep your not leaving." Asami told the photographer a smirk on his face as he stood up.
"Then how exactly am I supposed to get what I need?"
"You don't because we won't need them." Asami replied. biting his bottom lip Takaba decided to just put the argument to the side, knowing that it would get him nowhere.
"Fine."
Once in the room Takaba went to the task of getting the tie and suit off of Asami who was watching him with a smirk which Takaba tried his hardest to ignore, he wasn't quite ready to continue fooling around and he doubted that it would be good for Asami if they did do anything. Once this task was done Asami moved over to the bed where he laid down in a comfortable position turning to face Takaba as he patted the bed in a signal for the other to get on it next to him. Moving over to the other side of the bed Takaba got on it and moved so that he was laying down next to Asami. Turning on his side he felt strong arms wrap around him and pull him into a broad chest. Takaba couldn't hold back a shiver when he felt Asami's breath against the back of his neck.
It took only a few minutes before Takaba heard Asami's breathing slow down signaling that he had fallen asleep, knowing that the other wasn't a hard sleeper Takaba was going to have to be careful about how he got out of the bed otherwise Asami would wake up. Moving out of the arms slowly he managed to sit up before freezing when he heard a soft noise coming from Asami. Turning his head to look at other he saw that he was still sleeping but appeared to be stopping himself from coughing. Asami emitted a few more of these noises before the cough seemed to go away and Asami's body relaxed again. After watching the other for a few seconds longer Takaba reached over to the dresser and grabbed Asami's phone off of it. Searching through the list of contacts he pressed Kirishima's and waited for the other to pick up, knowing that he himself wouldn't be able to leave without it bothering Asami he'd have to have Kirishima pick up the things that he was going to need.
Asami woke up feeling worse then hell. His head was throbbing at an irritable pace, swallowing caused him to feel as though he had just swallowed a bunch of glass, and his body ached like he had been hit by a truck. Trying to open his eyes resulted in his head hurting worse so he gave up on doing that. Laying there he realized that he didn't feel the warmth of the photographer lying next to him. After realizing this he began to faintly smell the scent of food around his stuffy nose. Did the boy know how to cook? Just about the time that Asami opened his eyes he heard the sound of footsteps coming back up the stairs, turning to look at the door Asami watched as Takaba carefully opened the door while balancing a tray in his hand, turning to look at the bed Takaba seemed surprised to see that Asami was awake.
"I was expecting you to still be sleeping." Takaba commented as he set the tray down next to the nightstand. Just one glance at Asami told the photographer that he was feeling worse. Reaching down he grabbed the thermometer off the tray and pulled it out of its case. Pressing the button he beeped as he turned it on. "You're going to take your temperature." Asami opened his mouth to say something allowing Takaba to take the opportunity to put the thermometer in it. Asami glared at the photographer held the device in his mouth, if it wasn't for the fact that he felt sick he would've done something that made sure the boy wouldn't try to do what he just done again. Upon hearing the beep Takaba slide the device out of Asami's mouth and glared at the reading on it. "Its says you're 102.8. Your fever is higher then it should." Takaba told Asami who watched as he wiped off the device and put it back in its case. Grabbing the tray he placed it on the bed before sitting down on the bed. "Once you've eaten some of this if you can I'll give you some medicine that'll help take the fever down and make some of the symptoms go away." Takaba told Asami as he removed the lid on the dish and handed Asami the spoon.
"I don't need-" Asami stopped speaking before he finished his sentence. His voice sounded cracked and horse which was very displeasing to is ears, but it wasn't nearly as displeasing as the feeling of pain in his throat from just trying to speak.
"Don't force yourself to speak just eat, you'll make the pain worse." Takaba told Asami as the older man looked down at the food in front of him. "Don't worry this shouldn't hurt you to eat, its actually one of the bests food for a second person to eat." Taking a spoon full of the watery rice dish Asami brought it up to his mouth and took a bite. He found the food to be easy to chew and appeared to sooth his sore throat. Takaba was pleased that Asami seemed to like the food. "You eat that and I'll be back in just a few minutes with the medicine." Takaba told Asami as he stood up, and left the room.
