A/N: Thanks to everyone who suggested words for the drabbles :) I tried to use at least one suggestion per reviewer. Thanks again and happy readings!
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Evolution
The gala room is teeming with excitement, but for once Asami is not the center of attention.
He chances a quick look to his side, catching a glimpse of his lover of 7 years, as he fidgets with the collar of his tuxedo for the hundredth time in the course of that hour.
Asami tries not to smile, thinking how Akihito must feel like a fish out of water in that awards ceremony, even though he is among his peers.
His attention is momentarily sidetracked to the front of the stage though, where the presenter announces to the audience the name of the year's best photo-journalist.
A wave of cheers erupts thru the room as everyone turns to their table to felicitate Akihito over his win.
Asami suddenly feels his hand being squeezed under it, squeezing Akihito's hand back in return, before the younger man leaves the table to go collect his award.
He watches the 30-year-old give a confident speech from the stage, thanking the audience for their warm wishes and can't help his mind from flashing back to the bratty, irresponsible, wannabe photographer he had met long ago, who kept getting himself in trouble all the time.
Asami figures sooner or later everyone evolves, but as his eyes lock with Akihito's thru the crowd, he finds himself hoping that the younger man realizes just how proud he is of how far he's come.
Feud
Feilong stared defiantly across the table at the man sitting in front of him, already aware that half of the restaurant was listening in on their conversation.
"Your arguments are completely unreasonable." He said. "You just can't admit that I'm better than you."
The remark caused Asami to snicker back at him almost instantly. "You are such a sore loser it's pathetic. It's obvious I'm the better one."
"Don't be ridiculous. You are just pissed off that my techniques are clearly superior to yours."
"Sure... Keep dreaming."
"This feud is preposterous." Feilong eventually replied. "I suggest we ask the source's feedback, and get this over and done with once and for all."
"Fine by me." Asami retorted confidently, as they continued to shoot daggers at each other thru their eyes.
"Fine then! Akihito..." Feilong called out, as they both turned to the young man sitting beside them at the table, whose face looked as red as the lobster in his plate.
"Akihito, be honest now. Who do you consider to be the best sex partner? Me or Asami?" He asked out loud, causing more than a few surprised gasps from the nearby tables.
...They never did manage to hear the answer though, because Akihito sprinted out of the place in no time, yelling at the top of his lungs he would never again accept a dinner invitation from the two of them.
Guns
Asami stares blankly at the TV screen in front of him, not really comprehending what has just happened.
He can hear Akihito's triumphant cries, clearly indicating that something to the youngster's liking has just occurred, and has a feeling that it might have something to do with the fact that a few seconds before the words "Game Over" popped up on his half of the TV screen.
"Boy, you really suck at this game Asami." He hears Akihito say, while he looks down at the PS4 controller in his hands. Maybe the controller is defective…
"I thought you could fire a gun, but your aim is terrible." Akihito perks amused. "You weren't able to hit a single target."
The blow that the words cause on Asami's ego, surprises even him and he can't avoid the evil gleam that appears in his eyes as an ingenious plan immediately forms in his mind.
(20 minutes later)
Asami eyes the paper targets placed on the balcony 10 meters in front of him with thorough concentration.
He closes his eyes for a moment, feeling the wind variations around him while rapidly calculating the angle that his aim should take.
He opens his eyes again as he lifts up the 9mm glock in his hand, expertly equipped with a silencer to avoid the neighbors' attention.
He's about to pull the trigger when he hears Akihito's voice beside him.
"Huh… Asami?… These are real guns…" The young man states nervously, awkwardly holding on to the other glock that Asami had previously handed to him; his current demeanor a complete contrast to the smug attitude he'd displayed earlier on while beating the crap out of the other man during the PS4 shooting game.
"Yes, I know… I just thought it would be interesting to find out who sucks at the real thing…" Asami replies, his demonic look prompting Akihito to make a mental note never to question his shooting abilities ever again.
Heartbeat
The cold rain is pouring outside the windows, but he doesn't pay attention to it at all.
He feels warm and cozy even though he's naked under the bed covers, thanks to the heat radiating from the body enveloping him in a tight yet gentle embrace.
He thinks to himself he should try to sleep, as he has to get up early in the morning for a photoshoot, but he doesn't want to give in to dreamland just yet.
Akihito would never admit to it out loud, but this is his favorite time of the day; when he gets to do something he wouldn't dare do anytime else.
Lifting his head from the pillow ever so slightly, he stares at Asami's face intently for a couple of seconds making sure the older man is fast asleep. He would be mortified if he'd get caught doing what he was about to do after all!
After checking that the coast is clear, Akihito shifts closer to him, carefully resting the side of his head over Asami's chest.
His ear is already well trained to pick up on the soothing sound he is looking for...
Asami's heartbeats feel strong yet relaxing against his ear, reassuring Akihito that the other man is real, healthy and right there with him.
He lets himself stay still, enjoying the sounds, not daring to move an inch while he is gently lulled by them to sleep… and not realizing as well that most times Asami is faking his own slumber at those moments.
Ice-cream
Maybe it was the scorching heat felt throughout the day, or the fact that he had a crappy time at work and was in desperate need of a pick me up.
Akihito didn't really know what triggered the impulse, but whatever it was, it made him get out of bed at 2am and dragged him all the way to the front of the refrigerator in the kitchen.
He didn't even think twice before opening the refrigerator's doors and peeking expectantly inside.
For once he was actually glad that Asami has expensive tastes, because the refrigerator's cooler was stocked to the brim with a wide number of high-end and foreign ice-cream brands, the available variety of which so grand that Akihito took out half a dozen different flavored containers and went to work on them right there on the kitchen counter.
He was already halfway thru his second Haagen Dazs Strawberry Cheesecake container, when Asami showed up at the kitchen's entrance, raising an eyebrow at the scene in front of him.
"Don't ask." Akihito told him, munching on another spoonful of ice-cream.
To his surprise though, Asami did quite the opposite. He joined him at the kitchen counter picking up a Peccato Macadamia Nuts unopened container and reaping off its protective seal in one go.
"…Don't ask either." He told Akihito, as he picked up a clean spoon and focused his attention on the sweet treat, while the younger man coughed lightly to hide his laughter.
Jealous
Feilong watches from a distance, as Asami exits from his limo followed closely by Akihito.
Standing on the sidewalk in front of one another, illuminated by nothing more than a street lamp, there couldn't be a bigger contrast between the two individuals.
One of them, tall, refined, impeccably well dressed and oozing power from every pore. The other, lanky, baby faced, dressed as if he's still in his teen years and looking like he could get himself in trouble just for breathing.
Feilong watches Asami cup Akihito's chin with his hand, making the younger man look up at him before he bends down to kiss him on the lips, much to the other's chagrin, who tries to pull away, seemingly afraid someone might see them .
The so-called resistance doesn't last long though. Soon Akihito turns into mush in Asami's arms as the older man deepens the kiss, leaving Feilong to witness first hand just how true the famous statement is that claims opposites attract.
The lovers part ways only five minutes later, with Asami reaching the established meeting place with Feilong with the young man still clearly on his mind.
"You're late." Feilong remarks, as the other finally joins him.
Asami nods quietly, knowing himself to be at fault, as he walks past the Chinese man towards the meeting room.
Feilong notices his steady, healthy stride and suddenly feels terribly jealous of him… Being loved clearly suits Asami.
…He secretly wonders if being loved would suit him too.
Kinks
The panic room is dimly lit tonight, only a speck of light illuminating the king size bed overpowering the space along with its two occupants.
The atmosphere feels just right to Asami, who works on the project at hand with the utmost concentration. For some reason he feels highly inspired this evening.
Akihito on his part can't help but wince uncomfortably as he feels the rope being tightened around his shoulder again.
"Ouch!" He whines out loud.
"Stop fidgeting." Asami tells him, while performing an intricate knot with the bondage rope, this time close to Akihito's neck area.
"I can't. The rope is too tight... I'm going to get a rope burn."
"Stop moving around so much then."
The older man's patronizing tone makes Akihito feel like kicking him in the knees. Too bad his legs are already immobilized under him, thanks to Asami's refined bondage skills.
He stares at the concentrated look on the other man's face as he expertly intertwines the rope several times around his torso and can't keep himself from asking.
"Where the hell did you learn to do stuff like this anyway?"
Asami turns his attention away from the rope briefly to shrug casually in response. "Nowhere…Natural talent." He says, making Akihito roll his eyes at him.
"You sure have some weird kinks."
"Weird kinks, huh?... And here I was thinking I wasn't the only one enjoying myself…" The older man retorts, pulling on a section of rope tied around Akihito's crotch area; the action causing the young man to immediately arch his back, as he bites his lower lip trying to prevent himself from moaning out loud.
"You were saying?…" Asami urges him on, clearly amused by the reaction.
"You…perverted…old…man."
Fifteen minutes and five additional meters of rope later, Asami finally concludes his project.
Unfortunately for Akihito, it takes another 4 hours and 7 orgasms for Asami to be content enough with himself to be willing to dismantle his 'artwork'.
Laundry
Kirishima works diligently to make sure all the laundry is impeccably washed and dried before his boss returns home for the day.
The laundry company that usually deals with the task called early in the morning to report a general malfunction with their machines, saying that the usual daily pick up of dirty laundry would have to be postponed to the next day, but Kirishima will not stand to have his boss returning home to find a pile of dirty clothes still needing to be tended to.
He spends the afternoon running to and from the washer and dryer combo and is already halfway thru the ironing process when Asami appears at the laundry room's entrance.
"Kirishima…" He asks, frowning at the sight in front of him. "…What are you doing?"
"Ironing, sir." The secretary replies proudly.
"Yes, I can see that… But what are you ironing exactly?"
Kirishima holds up a pair of black boxers, seemingly not understanding the question.
"Your underwear, sir?"
"…Kirishima..."
"Yes, sir?"
"I think you might be taking your personal assistant duties a little too far."
"But of course not sir. I shall finish the task promptly. And after your underwear is ironed, the only one missing is Akihito-kun's."
"Leave my underwear the hell ALONE!" Akihito's voice cries out from the adjacent room.
Magazines
Akihito stares at the pile of magazines that Asami is holding in his hands, hoping that a hole will open on the floor of the living room so that he can dive into it head on.
He feels beyond mortified and suspects he is in deep trouble.
In retrospect, he figures he shouldn't have taken advantage of the other man's trip abroad to turn Asami's condo into his own personal bachelor pad, even if it was just for the weekend, but it is too late to feel sorry about it.
Oddly enough, it wasn't the disheveled state the living room was in that caught Asami's attention as soon as he walked into it.
Instead, the older man's eyes drifted straight to the collection of Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue magazines scattered across the coffee table which Akihito has retrieved from their secret hiding place in his bedroom.
The young man had spent the entire weekend leisurely going thru his collection, while indulging on a ton of unhealthy snacks and cool beers, alternating the source of entertainment with the occasional horror movie screening from his DVD collection.
He had even gone to the trouble of marking out the pages featuring the girls he found to be the sexiest, half of which, incidentally, also happened to be Victoria's Secret models.
Akihito stares nervously at Asami, who peruses the mentioned pages with a curious look on his face.
"H-Hey Asami… Huh… About those magazines…" He starts, smiling sheepishly at his lover.
"…So you prefer blondes, huh?" Asami asks, with a hint of irony in his voice, as he finally looks up at Akihito; the evil gleam crossing his eyes at the moment a clear indication that Akihito is about to get one hell of a punishment from him.