Chapter Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Asami/Akihito
Spoilers: No spoilers, but this is sometime soonish post Escape and Love.
Contains: a bit of silliness
Summary: On the road to Yokohama.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Yamane Ayano, not me.
"No, please, Asami," Akihito moaned into the pillow, his face pressed deeply into the muffling softness.
His plea went unheeded as the sheet was ruthlessly stripped from his body. Akihito whimpered.
"Just let me sleep a little longer. It hurts. It hurts so bad."
"You shouldn't have drunk so much."
Asami's voice was thankfully low, but it still reverberated through Akihito's skull in a manner that made him curl into a miserable ball and whine piteously. Gentle fingers came up to card through his hair, brushing it away from his clammy forehead.
"Get up and take a shower. You'll feel much better."
The fingers pulled away and the bed dipped as Asami got up. Akihito could only think longingly of the sheet tangled at the foot of the bed. Neither his head nor his stomach would allow him to actually move enough to retrieve it. In any case, his reprieve was short-lived, as Asami returned minutes later and scooped him up without ceremony.
The water was already running in the huge shower, and the glass doors had begun to steam up.
"Couldn't I have a bath instead?" Akihito tried to wheedle, making a futile effort to cling to Asami's shoulders before he was pushed under the spray. "Ahh!"
It was almost stingingly hot, but after the first shock he had to admit it felt good. He tilted his face up into the spray and gave a low moan of pleasure.
"I told you a shower would help."
Akihito didn't have to see Asami's face to know he was smirking in his usual irritating manner. He cast a petulant glare over his shoulder and stuck out his tongue, not caring he was just reinforcing the brat-label he'd been stuck with too often.
Asami, lounging nonchalantly against the open shower door frame, merely raised an eyebrow. "If you've enough energy to be that cheeky perhaps I should come in there and help you clean up."
Hastily, Akihito turned away again, hiding his face in the rain of water. The low rumble of Asami's laugh made him flush. He didn't think he could survive Asami's 'help' the way he felt now.
"Hurry up. Breakfast is almost ready."
The shower door clicked shut.
"Ergh." Akihito blanched at the thought of food. The shower door opened again.
"If you're not out in five minutes, I'm coming in to get you, and you'll have to call your parents and explain to them why we'll be late getting there, and why you're having trouble walking when we do."
Bastard!
Five minutes later a decidedly disgruntled, but somewhat less miserable, Akihito padded out in a bathrobe, toweling his hair much less vigorously than usual.
"Asami?"
"Sit down and eat."
"I'm not hungry." He peered out from under his towel and saw the table spread with a traditional Japanese breakfast. "Who cooked this?"
"I did." A hand propelled him forward and pushed him into the chair. "And you'll eat. Start with this."
A cup of tea and a bowl of watery rice porridge were placed in front of Akihito.
"This will settle your stomach." Asami's tone brooked no disagreement. "I'm not allowing you in the car if there's a danger of you losing the contents of your stomach all over it."
"I'll take the train if you're so worried," Akihito muttered, wrapping his hands around the hot cup and allowing the warmth to seep into his fingers.
Asami ignored the remark, placing two small pills in front of Akihito. "Brat, learn to hold your liquor if you're going to drink. Take these, and before you ask, they're just painkillers."
The towel was gently pulled from his head and the hair at the nape of his neck patted dry before Asami set it aside and seated himself at the table to pour himself some tea. Rather flustered by the treatment, Akihito snuck a look at Asami, who had begun to eat his own breakfast.
His hand closed over the pills, while his cheeks flushed the faintest pink. "Thanks." This was just plain weird. The bastard was almost acting considerate.
It's not the first time, his traitorous mind whispered. He's taken care of you before. After he came to get you in Hong Kong. In Bali...
Thinking of the way Asami had seemed to worry about him and his motives for keeping Akihito there instead of immediately returning to Japan, made him turn an even deeper shade of red, and his stomach twisted with an emotion he couldn't quite identify. God, he really couldn't deal with this now. Hastily shoving those thoughts away, Akihito swallowed his pills.
The food did settle his stomach and gave him some strength back, though he still would much rather go back to bed. Now that his body wasn't rebelling against him, the whole reason he'd drunk so much in the first place came back to him: they were visiting his parents today.
Shit. Shit. Shit. How did he ever think this was a good idea? And what the hell was Asami thinking agreeing to it? If only his parents didn't know all of his friends, he could have asked Kou to pretend to be his boyfriend. No, what was he thinking? That would just make things worse. More lies, and it also meant he would have had to explain to his friends what was going on with him. The guilt from not having done so already made him grimace. He would definitely have to do that soon. After all, he kind of suspected that Takato might have figured some things out already.
"What are you thinking so hard about?"
Akihito's eyes flew to Asami's, and he shoved another spoonful of the thin gruel into his mouth to buy time. His eyes widened as he shrugged his shoulders.
It didn't fool Asami, of course. The skeptical look he leveled at Akihito was proof of that.
"Why are you so nervous about this, Akihito? Do you really think I'll do something to cause you trouble in front of your family?"
The thing was, Akihito didn't exactly know how to answer that. What was he so nervous about? If this was a normal relationship a little nervousness was certainly justifiable. Everyone was nervous when their significant other met their parents, right? Asami, though, was really significantly other. What could he possibly say to them? What could they have in common?
At least his parents had no way of knowing who Asami was, and he knew the man was capable of presenting himself respectably in social situations that didn't involve abandoned warehouses and brass knuckles. Maybe it was his own motives that were unsettling him so much, but, then, he wasn't sure what they actually were, and he wasn't too sure he wanted to delve into them very deeply.
He was definitely doing this just to appease his mother; he'd leave it at that.
But that still left a question. "Hey, Asami," he said rather plaintively as he met Asami's calm gaze. "Why are you doing this? Coming with me, I mean."
"Why?" Asami's eyebrows raised. "Did you forget already that you asked me to do this for you?"
"I didn't forget!" Akihito frowned, propping his elbow on the table and resting his chin in his hand. "But isn't it going to be weird for you? Isn't it a bother?"
"Aren't I getting something out of it too? I assure you, I haven't forgotten that in return you promised to be obedient for a month."
"It wasn't a month, only three weeks, you jerk!" Akihito's cheeks heated up and his voice dropped, though he continued to glare." And the deal was in bed. Only in bed."
"Ah, so you do remember. Good." Asami's smug grin was hidden as he patted his lips with a napkin then set it aside. "And now, if you've finished, we need to get dressed. The car will be here soon."
On the way down to the garage, Akihito couldn't help but sneak looks at Asami. The sight of him in his casual wear filled him with a grudging admiration that he wouldn't admit out loud for the world. He'd rarely seen Asami in anything other than his suits, or now that he'd temporarily moved in with him, in his bathrobe or more often than not without clothes at all because the man's sex drive really was out of control.
He filled out his casual clothes just as well as those three piece suits, Akihito had to admit. Damn him. The slacks and white linen shirt were tailored as perfectly as anything he ever wore. The sleeves of the shirt had been folded back, revealing his forearms and a heavy, expensive wrist watch, and the top few buttons were undone which exposed the hollow of Asami's throat.
When Asami's gaze shifted to him, he quickly raised his eyes to the elevator display, his heart walloping heavily in his chest. There really was no help for him if just looking at Asami made him react like a blushing school girl. It was so frustrating. Annoyed with himself, Akihito stomped off the elevator, leaving Asami to trail behind him.
He noticed the limo idling. "No way!" He whirled on Asami. "We can't take that thing. What will my parents say?"
"Relax." Asami strolled forward. "I need to take care of a few things on the way there, so I can't drive."
"I can drive!"
"You only have a motorcycle license."
Akihito snorted. "And we all know what a stickler you are for the law."
Asami allowed a small grin to tug his lips. "Touché. But I'm still not letting you drive."
He pushed Akihito forward as the driver got out and opened the door.
"But-"
"I said relax. Someone will follow in another car, we'll switch to that when we get close."
Before he was forced into the limo, Akihito saw another of Asami's men waiting by Asami's sleek, black BMW.
Feeling rather sulky, Akihito folded his arms over his chest and jabbed verbally at Asami.
"The BMW is nice, I guess, but so stuffy, just like all those suits you usually wear. Boring."
The remark didn't phase Asami at all as he pulled out his Dunhills and regarded Akihito with a superior air.
Akihito tried again. "Wouldn't something more exciting be good? I mean, shouldn't you be having a mid-life crisis about now?"
A look of pure amusement crossed Asami's features. "You don't think you qualify?"
It took a minute for Akihito to process that, then he shot up in his seat indignantly. "Very funny. I'm no one's mid-life crisis, bastard."
Asami laughed. "What kind of car do you think I should get, then?"
His eyes narrowed as he looked at Asami, but he decided to play along despite how Asami was just making fun of him.
"You should get something really cool. What about a red Lamborghini? Or a drift car!" Akihito sat up straighter again, his expression going dreamy. "You could pimp it up and race it in Chiba."
The thought of Asami participating in that kind of race through the streets made him laugh heartily. He looked over at Asami who was watching him with an expression he couldn't quite figure out, then it transformed into his usual smirk.
"Are you hinting? Shall I buy you one, Akihito?"
"No way! I'll buy myself one some day."
Good humor dimming somewhat, Akihito slumped back in the seat and stared out the window as Asami turned his attention to his work. A folder and his cell phone came out, and Akihito sighed and closed his eyes. The drive was only about an hour and a half, but maybe he could sleep off the vestiges of his hangover since he'd obviously get no more conversation out of Asami for a while.
He woke some time later with his head on Asami's lap. He set up slowly and rubbed at his mouth, blushing as he saw the small wet spot he'd left on his trousers. God, he'd actually drooled on Asami.
"Sorry," he muttered, voice still thick with sleep.
"You sleep like a kid." Asami sounded cool and relaxed. His work must have gone well. "You're dead to the world when you're out."
"Yeah, well that's because I have a clear conscience." He tried to muster the strength to shoot Asami a dirty look. "Too bad you don't know what that's like."
"I see you've got your energy back. Good. I'm getting bored. Why don't you come over here and help me out with that."
"What? Aren't we almost there? Hands off!" Akihito squawked as Asami pulled him onto his lap.
"Don't make a fuss. There was an accident on the road ahead and traffic is backed up a bit. We have time."
"Well, I don't care! I'm not-ah..." Akihito shivered as Asami tugged his earlobe between his teeth. "I'm not in the mood!"
"Don't worry. I'll put you in the mood. Be a good boy. Didn't you promise to obey?" Asami's lips were slowly working down Akihito's throat, making it very hard for him to think about why he was even protesting.
"But..." He groaned as Asami bit the soft flesh where his neck met his shoulder. "Ah! Idiot, don't leave a mark!" Drawing on all his willpower, he put his hands on Asami's chest and pushed away. "We aren't in bed right now," he declared triumphantly. "So..."
Asami regarded him thoughtfully. "Think you've found a loophole, do you? Well, I'm rather proud of you for thinking of it, but you've overlooked a rather key point."
"Like what," Akihito asked suspiciously.
"If you want to obey the letter of the contract rather than the spirit of it, that's fine with me. Struggle all you like now. I don't mind. In fact, nothing gets my blood racing like my cute little Akihito pretending he doesn't want it, when I know he'll be spreading his legs and begging for it in minutes."
The words, spoken so matter of factly, made Akihito go weak. His body reacted shamefully, heat pooling in his groin and his heart thudding against his ribs so hard he felt short of breath.
"Just know this," Asami continued calmly, as his fingers popped the button of Akihito's jeans and deftly slid down the zipper. "Once we get back I won't let you leave the bed for the full amount of the time of our agreement."
Akihito groaned as his rapidly hardening cock was freed and Asami's large hand began stroking it firmly.
"Your ass is mine. When I can't be there, I'll tie you to the bed and keep you stuffed full of toys to remind you of what you'll be getting when I return."
The helpless shudder that wracked Akihito made Asami laugh darkly.
"Now, are you going to be good and ride me like you mean it, or shall I call your boss and arrange for three weeks time off for you?"
Only one answer was possible. He knew the bastard meant every word. Either way he was fucked, and he tried hard not to think about how appealing both options really were. With a defiant growl, Akihito shoved his jeans and briefs down his hips, then kicked them away before straddling Asami once again.
Their lips met in a violent kiss, Akihito unwilling to give way there, at least. He gasped as Asami's fingers teased over the tight pucker of his ass, and Asami used the opportunity to take control of the kiss, sucking Akihito's tongue into his mouth and wringing another moan from him.
Blindly, he reached down and grabbed Asami's hand as he managed to pull away from the kiss. He replaced Asami's tongue with his fingers, pulling two of them into his mouth and sucking until they were slick with spit and Asami's pupils had widened so much Akihito could barely see the golden brown of his irises.
"I thought you were going to give me a ride," Akihito taunted, knowing he shouldn't, not when they'd be seeing his parents shortly and he wouldn't have any time to recover. It was too late for regrets, though, because Asami's eyes flared with arousal.
A split second later, Akihito was writhing and hissing as relentless fingers twisted and stretched inside and then his hips were tugged down as Asami thrust up, and Akihito could only try to breathe, small pained grunts spilling from his lips as he adjusted to the feel of Asami's cock filling him up.
A hand wrapped around his cock, and he cried out in pleasure this time as Asami's other hand slid under his ass and guided him up and down.
"Move."
Akihito did, his hips grinding as he worked himself on the thick shaft. Asami's hand worked him expertly all the while. Peering down he could see the head of his cock disappearing and reappearing into Asami's fist, the sight of it making him groan with lust. He lunged forward, desperate for another kiss, and Asami began to shove his hips up hard, making Akihito take him in to the hilt every time.
"Asami," Akihito moaned. "Please..."
They really must have been close to their destination because Asami actually listened for once. His hand sped up, twisting up the shaft and flicking over the head of Akihito's cock in a way that made him see white, spilling over Asami's fist and collapsing against him weakly, barely registering as Asami's own climax followed.
"That's my good boy." Asami spoke the words against Akihito's ear, his hand stroking down his curved back.
"Asshole." Akihito turned his head to bite Asami's shoulder. "I hope you brought a change of clothes."
Asami laughed.