Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Asami/Akihito
Spoilers: No spoilers, but this is post Escape and Love.
Contains: sexual situations, mature language
Summary: Akihito wrestles with his demons, his conscience, and Asami.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Yamane Ayano, not me.
"Scared?
He deliberately echoed the question Asami had asked him a week ago, hoping to wipe the unreadable expression from Asami's face after the weighted silence had gone on long enough to make Akihito want to squirm.
The scornful laugh he got in reply was only what Akihito had expected; better than what he'd expected, actually. He took a deep breath. The heavy and rapid thudding of his heart made him feel a little dizzy as Asami moved toward him with powerful grace. Even dripping wet, his formidable presence wasn't diminished at all. In fact, his half-dressed state only added an aura of dangerous sexuality that Akihito knew was as much to be feared as any other aspect of the man.
Asami stopped right in front of him, forcing Akihito to raise his chin in order to meet the eyes that were boring into him. He stood his ground, the slight tremor in his hands that made the metal buckles of the restraints clink lightly against each other the only obvious giveaway how terrifying it was being unable to predict what Asami would do next.
The silent stare stiffened Akihito's resolve, and his eyes shone with renewed challenge. Asami flicked one of the straps, making it jingle again. "I'm surprised you were able to bring yourself to go into a store and buy these."
Akihito went a little pink. He had thought about visiting a store in person, but he'd ended up walking past the entrance several times fighting his embarrassment before he'd given up and gone home.
"Actually, I ordered it online."
Asami looked amused for a moment, then his expression smoothed out again into a mask of cool superiority.
"So what is this, Takaba? Out for revenge?"
"Takaba, huh?" Akihito countered. "You haven't called me that in a while. Does my suggestion affect you so much you've gone all formal on me?"
"It doesn't affect me at all, except to make me curious what you think to accomplish."
Asami's voice sounded ten degrees cooler than normal, but Akihito suspected his words weren't entirely honest. Even so, he doubted his ability to get Asami to go along with this, but he raised his chin even more, too stubborn to know when to give up, as usual.
"Right." He shrugged one shoulder, feigning nonchalance, and let his hand drop. The straps pooled on floor next to his feet. "If you're not up to it..."
Asami's laugh was short but genuinely amused this time. "Trying to play me, Akihito?"
Akihito narrowed at his eyes at the mocking intonation of his name.
"Come back in a decade or so when you're all grown up and maybe you'll have a fighting chance at that." He bent his head, mouth hovering just above Akihito's. "But I doubt it."
It was intimidating facing Asami down this way, but Akihito made himself stand firm. "I'm not trying to play you. I'm just offering you a choice. We both know I can't force you to do anything."
Asami stilled, a line appearing between his brows as he stared hard at Akihito. A flash of some expression Akihito couldn't quite identify shaded Asami's features and then disappeared as quickly as it came. He leaned in and murmured against Akihito's ear, "We'll play your game."
He straightened, slicking his wet hair back with both hands and looked down on Akihito. "Where do you want to do this? On my desk in the study?" The familiar smirk was back in place. "I suppose you want me naked?" He was already slipping out of the shoes he hadn't bothered to remove in the aftermath of the soaking, and his fingers slipped to fastenings of his trousers. They dropped to the floor in a puddle of expensive fabric and Asami stepped out of them, peeling his socks and tight black briefs off with blithe efficiency as Akihito watched, struck dumb at the unexpected rapidity of events.
Asami was standing naked in the middle of his living room, while Akihito remained fully clothed, and yet somehow Asami was still in complete control of the situation. Akihito couldn't help seething a little inside even as he was flustered and aroused by the sight. This had never happened before, so surely Akihito could forgive himself for blushing like a schoolgirl in front of a sculpted marble God.
"Are you going to use those, or are they just for decoration?"
Asami sounded entirely too amused for Akihito's liking, and he scowled and took a step back and away from Asami. He pointed to the thick white rug in front of the leather couch. "Lie there," he snapped.
Asami did it without protest, lounging like an indolent jungle cat, totally at ease in his domain.
Damn him. Akihito had to swallow. Asami really did have the perfect body. Of course, he knew it too, and just how to use it to his advantage. How Akihito would love to cut through his aura of arrogant smugness just once.
Abruptly, he stood over Asami, his feet straddling his waist, and unceremoniously let the straps fall to Asami's stomach, then he sank down until he was resting on Asami's abdomen, his hands pressed into the soft rug to either side of his face.
"What should I do with you, do you think?" A small grin played over his lips as their eyes locked. The question was straight from a page out of Asami's book, but Akihito figured there was nothing wrong with using his own techniques against him. That was sort of the whole point of this whole thing; well, part of it anyway.
Asami's smirk grew more pronounced. "If you don't know already, I'm not sure there's any help for you."
"You can laugh now," Akihito said mildly, still smiling as he sat back on his heels. "But you'll be begging me to come later."
"Oh?" Asami arched an eyebrow in a way that managed to convey his skepticism, while maintaining his own half-smile. "Well, then, I'm looking forward to that."
Akihito's smile slipped a little. "Hold out your wrist."
Wordlessly, Asami complied, and Akihito fastened the first fleece-lined cuff around his wrist, then stretched across the rug to secure it to one leg of the heavy coffee table.
Without waiting to be asked, Asami proffered his other wrist, examining the details of the restraint as Akihito buckled it, then shaking his head as he gave Akihito a condescending and pitying smile. "Such soft-hearted vengeance, my cute Akihito." His tone sounded almost tender.
As always, the contradiction made Akihito's body thrum with confused emotion. He wondered if they would ever be able to speak plainly to one another. Pushing aside his frustration, he bent forward and pressed a soft kiss to Asami's mouth.
"I never said this was vengeance." His teeth captured Asami's lower lip and scraped gently. He flicked his tongue where he had bitten. "Torture, maybe."
Sitting back once again, Akihito made sure Asami was watching him as he slowly pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it carelessly aside. He was watched like a hawk as he raised up on his knees and popped open the button of his jeans. His fingers slid his zipper open in one slow glide, and as he did it he imagined it was Asami's teeth set to the task; his mouth ready to taste and suck with that exquisite talent that always sent Akihito's senses reeling.
His jeans gaped open, revealing the front of his camouflage-print briefs. Eyes half-lidded, Akihito watched Asami's eyes burn as his hardening cock unfurled, leaving the head peeking out of his waistband. Akihito lightly touched it with his fingertips, sucking in a breath and rocking his hips at the contact.
Asami wasn't smiling anymore. His face was expressionless, eyes hooded, but Akihito knew him well enough to know that only meant he was concealing some stronger reaction.
Lithely, Akihito rose to his feet and stepped back between the small space between Asami's legs. The instep of his foot nudged at Asami's thighs until he shifted them further apart so that Akihito could widen his stance enough to stand comfortably. His face grew hot despite all his efforts as he shoved his thumbs into his jeans and began to shimmy them down, along with his briefs, in what he hoped was a seductive display.
His eyes flicked down to Asami's cock, taking in the gratifying sight of his already half-hard state.
"I'm enjoying the show very much, Akihito. You should've said from the beginning this was what you were planning."
What was mere warmth before flamed in his cheeks, Asami's cocky assurance bursting his bubble a little until Akihito reminded himself that the words were meant to throw him off, to shake his confidence, and allow Asami to retain the upper hand. He took a deep but subtle breath through his nose and simply continued without a word. His clothes, he kicked away.
He could do this. It wasn't as if Asami didn't know every millimeter of his body; hadn't seen him numerous times laid out much more wantonly than this for his pleasure. He had nothing of which to be ashamed here. This was his choice.
His own cock arced out from his body, and Akihito gave it a slow stroke, Poised over Asami, he let his eyes close as he thrust gently into the loose circle of his hand, not stopping the sigh that escaped his lips. He didn't stop until tiny drops of moisture began to leak out of the tip and he used his fingertip to spread it over the head.
When he finally opened his eyes, it was to Asami's intense yet still composed facade. Insecurity made Akihito's chest tighten; Asami couldn't really be so unaffected, could he? He let his gaze travel slowly down Asami's body, eyes widening in satisfaction as took in his sizable erection.
"What's this?" He asked teasingly as he dropped to his knees between Asami's thighs. "You're this hard already, and I haven't even touched you." His fingers danced down the vee of Asami's hips. "And you don't even have the excuse of being drugged."
Asami's eyes glinted with a hard light, but his mouth turned up in a mocking little grin. "It's just the novelty of finally seeing you shaking your ass without all the coy protests, for once."
A sudden surge of anger made his fingers dig into Asami's hips. How dare he joke about it; it wasn't right, not now. "You-" Akihito took a shuddering breath and tried to calm himself. "Aren't you the same? Aren't you protesting to what I'm doing right now? Only you have too much pride to come out and say it directly, so you're sniping at me to make me angry, to intimidate me, to make me back off, so you can be the one in control. Right, Asami?"
"If I wanted the control, I would have it."
Asami's cold voice could have frozen the air between them, but Akihito only laughed softly.
"So I have your permission to continue then?"
The slight flicker of Asami's eyelids was the only reaction as the moment stretched, then, "I've already said this is your game."
That was all Akihito needed to hear; he savored the moment, taking great pleasure in throwing more of Asami's own words back at him. "I'll make you feel real good now."
It wasn't as if he'd never given Asami head before, it's just that it wasn't an activity that ever lasted long between them. Asami always distracted him with fingers up his ass, or his own mouth on Akihito, or he was flat out too impatient not to toss Akihito on his stomach or back and fuck him into whatever surface they were using at the moment. He could pleasure Akihito for hours, but indulged his own pleasure in more active ways rather than allowing a slow, thorough worship of the sort Akihito was giving him now.
This is what a lover should do, Asami had said what seemed like so long ago. And Asami was that now, Akihito couldn't deny it, and he was Asami's. Lovers. Despite their fucked up beginning and everything they'd been through, they'd ended up here somehow. Part of Akihito wanted to finally stop struggling, lose himself in it, even if the future was so uncertain; even if it was fucked up beyond words.
The room was silent except for the lewd sounds of his tongue dragging over slick flesh and the soft pop as he let Asami's cock slip free of his lips. Only the small flutter of stomach muscles and the almost imperceptible tension of inner thighs betrayed Asami's tightly reined responses. Akihito noticed, though, cheeks hollowing as he sucked the heavy shaft, his fingers rolling Asami's balls lightly. He took his time, knowing Asami's iron control would bend only slowly. Worship was the right word as he didn't hold back, indulging in the acting out of a fantasy he'd barely even admitted to himself before.
It wasn't until a soft sound, a grunt that was almost a groan, escaped from Asami that Akihito allowed his eyes to lift. The scorching look hit him like a punch to the gut. Yes. Oh yes. It was very good. He could see now the beads of sweat on Asami's temples, the half-wild look in his eyes that was quickly banked as their gazes locked. "Akihito." His voice, carefully controlled, carried a command.
Akihito laughed, low and throaty. "Oh, don't worry. You're not coming yet."
He crawled over to the couch, conscious of his own lithe body on display, and paused to look over his shoulder. Asami didn't look composed anymore. He looked as if he would devour Akihito alive at the first opportunity, and Akihito almost moaned at the surge of desire that flooded through him. He knew Asami saw it because his eyes went absolutely feral, his nostrils flaring in response.
"Release my arms, Akihito," Asami purred seductively, "and I'll give you everything you want. Everything you need right now."
God, but it was tempting. It took all of Akihito's willpower to tear himself away from that hypnotic gaze and grab the things he had come for. He crawled back to Asami, smirking as he let him get a good look at one item before he bent to fasten it around the base of Asami's cock.
"You don't need that." Asami taunted him. "I can outlast a brat like you any day."
Not rising to the bait, Akihito sat back on his heels and let his smile widen. "What a view."
Asami's answering smile was like a knife edge. "Enjoy it, Akihito. I know very soon I'll be enjoying you in ways you can't even begin to imagine."
"Promises promises," Akihito said lightly, though the words jolted him to the core, sending his own arousal and a healthy dose of fear spiraling high. "Maybe I should take pictures now. Would you make a good face for me?"
"Not as good as the face you give when you're exhausted from being all fucked out countless times, but I've wrung one more climax from your lewd little body that you didn't think you had in you. Not as good as the one you show with tears in your eyes, pupils so blown your eyes look black, your lips all bitten, swollen and red and begging for me to take you harder and deeper until you can't comprehend anything but my cock in your ass, my name on your lips, and your come shooting all over yourself."
Akihito lunged forward, fisting his hands into Asami's thick black hair and tugging his head up to stop Asami's words with a savage kiss, lust and denial making him snarl and bite as Asami gave as good as he got.
"You," he growled. "You-fuck you! Manipulative bastard!"
He plunged back into the brutal kiss not backing down from the fight for control. They broke away gasping for air, both licking the taste of blood away from their lips. "You really think you've tamed me, don't you? You're so fucking cocky and self-assured even now." Akihito heaved out a broken laugh. "Well, you haven't. Sure, I might be fucked up-some fucked up version of Stockholm Syndrome, or maybe I'm just stupid or crazy-but I also know there's a reverse effect here. You're just as fucked up as I am, so don't look so smug."
He laughed again, bitter and sharp, as Asami's chest rose and fell rapidly beneath him. He wasn't hiding his reactions so well now. Keen satisfaction pierced Akihito's heart."But all that doesn't matter right now. We're here because I choose. And so are you. You've chosen this too." He leaned closer, his nose touching Asami's. "I'm not afraid of you."
A blatant lie, but it felt good to say.
"Then what are you waiting for?"
The taunt made Akihito smile, showing all his teeth. He couldn't resist echoing Asami from long ago again. "Yes. Let's have some fun shall we?"
He took the bottle he'd grabbed before, pouring a generous amount of the viscous fluid into his palm, then he pressed their cocks together, using both his hands to stroke them both until they were both panting harshly, cocks slick and glistening.
Akihito pulled back a little, allowing Asami's rigid cock to slip free and smack against his hard stomach. Eyes fluttering half-shut, he leaned forward and watched Asami's reaction as he cupped his balls, lifting and massaging the heavy sack. The tips of his fingers teased the soft skin just behind, but Asami's eyes maintained what seemed to be an unwavering self-possession, even as his breath caught in his throat.
"Are you ready?" Akihito's voice was more breathless than he would've liked, but his own need was beginning to overwhelm him.
"You should know, Akihito," Asami's voice was rough-edged, finally revealing a less than perfect control, "I'm always ready."
The words made his heart contract painfully and Akihito's lips parted in a soft gasp. Wordlessly, he crawled up over Asami's body never looking away from those widening golden eyes as he pushed down onto Asami's cock inch by slow inch. He moaned when he'd finally taken it to the hilt, his head falling back at the sheer, raw pleasure of being so filled.
"What are you doing?"
Akihito knew exactly what Asami was asking. He knew that Asami had expected something else, and on some level far removed from his present reality, he was both astounded and moved that Asami would have allowed him that much. He knew it might be the only form of apology he would ever get.
"Taking what I want." Akihito began to move.
His palms braced against Asami's shoulder as he rode him, driving himself up and down on the hard flesh again and again until he was coated in a sheen of sweat and his thighs quivered with strain. His soft cries grew louder as Asami bent his knees and began thrusting up to meet his desperate grinding.
"Akihito." The ragged word sounded like it was ripped from Asami's throat. It cut right through him and made him shudder violently. His fumbling fingers reached down to pull at the buckle of the cock ring, and he slipped the leather free.
Three more hard thrusts and Akihito was coming, his vision flickering as Asami groaned and shoved up once more, hard enough to raise Akihito off the floor. Exhaustion brought Akihito down, and he collapsed onto Asami to ride out the aftershocks of the pleasure.
"My hands."
"What?" Akihito looked up blankly. Barely registering the rasped words.
"My hands, Akihito."
Oh. Right. It was so hard to move from where he was, but he obligingly stretched to unfasten the leather cuffs that bound Asami's wrists to the table. A whimper escaped him as Asami's cock slipped from his body, but then Asami surged up and pinned him to the soft rug, taking his mouth in a kiss that threatened to tear his tongue from its roots.
He writhed, caught between Asami's hard body and the decadent rug. The last thing he wanted to do right then was protest, and when Asami swept him up and carried him to the bedroom, Akihito just held on tightly.
Much later, as Akihito's erotic haze gave way to the fogginess of sleep, Asami's hands stroking possessively over the curve of his ass, he vaguely recalled that he hadn't a chance to mention moving out at all. Even more importantly, he realized in a sort of a mild epiphany just before he slipped into full oblivion, leaving wasn't something that really wanted to do at all.