Asami Ryuichi didn't look like someone who would sell himself for money. He didn't look like someone who cold be knocked down and pushed around. Nor did he look like he would be on the receiving end of another man's dick.

Asami Ryuichi was a tall man, standing at well over six feet. He was strong and well muscled. He had dark hair and beautiful golden eyes. Men wanted to be him and women wanted him.

There had been a time when such things had amused him. He had been the most popular not in school. Smart, athletic and handsome. He had never been without a date, whether it be female or male. It had been a good life.

Unfortunately, it hadn't lasted for very long. During his second year of high school, Asami had caught the eye if one of his teachers. Airi-sensei had been kind and quiet. Asami had seen the way his sensei looked at him. He had thought that being with Airi-sensei would be fun and intriguing. He had never been more wrong. The sensei had approached him after class one day. Extending an invitation to a love hotel. The young teen had accepted. It had been the worse mistake of his life.

What Asami had thought was attraction was really a well trained eye. Airi-sensei had been in the employ of a man named Kirishima Kei. A pimp. It was the sensei's job to find teen boys and bring them back to Kirishima to be used as prostitutes.

Asami could still remember that day. He had been surprised to learn that the well dressed man standing before him was a pimp. Kirishima had looked just like so many other CEOs. He could remember the way he had fought; kicking, punching, slapping and biting. All to no avail. He'd been beaten black and blue, stripped, gagged and tied to the bed.

He could remember the hot, burning pain that ravaged his body ad Kirishima had entered his untried, unprepared ass. He had bled. Day after day had gone by while his body was taken by Kirishima against his will. He had fought the entire time. Even while they starved and beat him, he had fought against them. Four months were spent that way. It was not until he learned a shocking truth that he broke.

His father had owed a debt to Kirishima. The pimp had sent Airi-sensei to investigate him and see if Asami would make a good whore. Deciding that Asami would be perfect, Airi-sensei had approached his parents. In exchange for their son, Asami Ryuichi, Kirishima would forgive the debt. Asami's parents hadn't even hesitated. Hearing that, from his own mother's mouth, had devastated the young sixteen year old. He had lost all fight after that.

That was ten years ago. Looking at himself now, Asami couldn't believe that he had once been that young naive boy. At the old age of twenty six, Asami Ryuichi was tired. Broken by all the abuse he had suffered through the years and the still bitter taste of betrayal.

~ An Unexpected Life ~

Takaba Akihito was not a man who looked like he would kill someone. Nor did he look like he enjoyed the sight and smell of blood.

He stood no taller than five foot seven. He had blond hair and sparkling blue eyes. Women found him cute and saw him like a little brother. Men saw him and thought he was a push over. Akihito was slim of build but beneath that was deadly honed muscle.

There had been a time when Akihito hadn't been as deadly as he is now. Once, he had been shy and quiet. He had just a few friends that he could trust and he treasured them as the precious gift that they were. He had been afraid of others and bullied by many. His friends the only ones who cared and protected him. His parents were always angry and fighting, often forgetting that he existed. When they did remember him, Akihito wished that they hadn't. His mother always cried and screamed about how he had ruined her life by being born. His father would beat both his mother and him.

Then one day everything changed.

His best friend, and his secret crush, had gone missing. The last anyone had seen him, had been at school. Akihito had looked everywhere for him. It wasn't until his friend's parents had gotten tired of him calling that he learned that his friend had moved over seas with an uncle.

Those words had come as a shock to poor Akihito. He was his best friend. The one Akihito ran to when things were bad at home. This was his one true love, the one he had been saving himself for. Yet he had up and left Akihito behind without a single word to the blond.

Sixteen year old Akihito didn't know what to do. In the end the blond had resorted to acting out. He began smoking and drinking. Picking fights and screwing any girl who caught his eye. As months passed, Akihito became bored. He started out small and worked his way to the top. At first it was just just stealing. Stealing developed into loan sharking. From there he stared gambling rings and prostitution rings. By the time he had reached the age of eighteen, Akihito was rich. Attending university, he studied business and finance.

Now at the young age of twenty six, Takaba Akihito was the youngest business tycoon the world over. He owned most of the large businesses in Japan. The ones he didn't own, he was a partner in or those who did own it, owed him for their success. The Japan underbelly belonged to him. Sex, gambling, drugs, guns, you name it and he had a hand in it. His grip was now reaching out last Japan's boarders. Hong Kong was his, next the rest of Asia would fall into his hands.

Still, in the back if his mind he could not forget. It had been ten years. Yet he could not forgive Asami Ryuichi for leaving him behind.