I swear I did not have this ready to go. This is the fastest I have ever written a chapter. I only started it yesterday after work. I guess you can thank Asami for that LOL. He's very demanding.
Asami closes the door to the penthouse and toes off his shoes and remembers that shock of blond hair and knows now that he wasn't crazy for hearing the camera shutter go off and to think that Akihito was so close, was that close and Asami couldn't touch him.
He groans in his throat as his body reacts to thoughts of Akihito and he slips his phone from his pocket, stepping into the living room and loosening his tie. He thumbs through his contacts, looking for someone, anyone to call. He tells himself that he just needs someone to screw, he just needs to get Takaba Akihito out of his head.
His thumb finally settles on a woman named Ishihara Saeko, the daughter of one of his business partners, whom he used to see a lot more of before Akihito came into his life. He taps her number to call her and is halfway through dialing when he catches a glimpse of himself in the glass panel of his entertainment center.
Rubbing his hand over his face, he sighs. Of course no one but Akihito will do. He ends the call and tosses his phone onto the sofa, where it immediately starts to ring.
"Saeko," he answers smoothly, careful not to let on how frustrated he feels.
"Asami-sama. Did you just try to call me?" She asks, clearly surprised.
"Yes, how are you?"
"I-I'm fine, how are you? It's been awhile."
"I'm quite well. It's nice to hear your voice again," although it isn't really that nice to hear her voice again and all he wants is to hear Akihito's voice, preferably screaming his name in pleasure. Preferably while Asami is buried inside of him and now his body is responding even worse.
"You're the one who stopped returning my calls, Asami-sama, not the other way around," her frown is evident in her tone.
And he remembers why, remembers when he stopped giving his attentions to anyone but Akihito for the simple fact that he loved the boy, still loves him, still can't get him out of his head and damn it his cock is still hard thinking about him.
But now Saeko is on the phone and Asami realizes he cannot sleep with her, cannot sleep with anyone that isn't his Akihito.
"Asami-sama?"
"Yes, Saeko. I believe I left my lighter on your bedside table the last time we met. If you still have it, would you mind dropping it in the mail for me."
She's silent for a moment. "I-I suppose I can look for it, if you like. Do you want me to call you if I find it?"
"No, that won't be necessary. If you do find it, just mail it to me." He hangs up the phone before she can say anything else and stalks into the bedroom, shedding his clothing as he goes. He throws himself onto his bed and lies with his palm on his forehead, idly stroking his cock with his other hand. Would it be so bad, he thinks, to have Akihito brought to him? He pumps himself harder as he imagines how he would punish his boy.
Tying him up would be the first order of business. Stripping him naked and flipping him on his stomach. Asami smirks as the image floats in his mind and he rubs his thumb against the vein on the underside of his arousal.
A spanking. Yes. That's what Akihito would need, a good sound spanking and Asami would watch him get harder and harder with each smack.
"Yes, Asami, please! Let me come home! I'm so sorry," Akihito would beg him, would wince slightly as his ass turned red. "Please fuck me, Asami!"
Home. How nice that sounds in his head. The penthouse is so empty without the damned kid. Thrusting against his own hand, Asami imagines pushing into Akihito's tight, hot body and smacking his ass one more time for good measure.
"Please, Asami, I'll be good, I'll stay with you, I promise!" He can almost truly hear Akihito saying those words and wishes it was more than just a fantasy. He places both hands on his cock, just the way Akihito does it, but it feels wrong somehow. In Asami's mind, he touches Akihito, tweaks the boy's nipples and strokes his cock as he pounds into him. Trying not to remember that he's only touching himself, Asami imagines flipping Akihito over and letting the boy ride him.
"Ah, don't move! Ah, Asami, don't move..."
"Do as you like," the words escape him before he can stop himself, but he pays them no attention and comes into his hand, almost able to feel the warmth of Akihito's body against his own.
He forces himself off the bed and into the bathroom to clean up, stares at the shower and thinks of all the times he butted his way into Akihito's morning routine. He glances out at his phone and contemplates calling Kirishima to bring him his boy, but soon realizes that that would be a mistake and it's not as if he can just show up on Akihito's doorstep. First of all, he has only a vague idea of where Akihito might be (which is unsettling all by itself) and second, it would be showing a level of weakness that Asami simply cannot bring himself to display.
Falling back into the bed, he wills his body not to react to more thoughts of the scrawny photographer, though it is more difficult than he'd care to say. He falls asleep, dreaming of Akihito cuddled against him and feeling angry that it is not really so.
Determined not to let anything affect his business, Asami keeps his longing for Akihito well under control as he saunters into another meeting at Sion. In fact, he is even relieved that the boy is not here to potentially ruin this new deal. He had meant some weeks ago to acquire a large amount of arms from Karube, but since that did not happen, he had to find a new supplier.
Fujita Tobei is significantly more skittish than Karube and Asami knows he can use this to his advantage.
"So how are your children, Fujita-san?" Asami asks politely as he gestures for the man to sit down before taking a seat himself and lighting a cigarette.
"They are very well, thank you for asking. My oldest is starting his first term at Teiou, where you attended, I believe."
"Yes, congratulations. It's a fine school."
"Thank you. And how is life treating you?"
Asami smiles, "Well enough."
"Business is good?" The man's smile is weak, but Asami hardly notices.
"As always," it's a practiced ease that Asami has cultivated over the years. Of course, he could not give a less than favorable answer to any of the questions, lest more questions be asked. Taking a puff of his cigarette, he relaxes into his chair. "So let us discuss the deal."
"Always right to the point, Asami-san. I appreciate that about you," he laughs somewhat uneasily.
"Of course, Fujita-san. I'm prepared to offer you twenty-four million yen in exchange for your supply."
"You're starting low on purpose, are you not?"
"No, I believe that is a very fair price given that you will not even let me inspect the goods before purchasing them."
"The man you sent assured you of their quality, did he not?" Fujita takes a sip of his drink, but Asami doesn't miss that his hand is shaking.
"Kirishima did assure me, yes. And from his reports, I believe my price is fair." He glances out the window, certain that he's seen a flash of light from the roof, but immediately dismisses it.
"I expected at least thirty million," his eyes are darting around and it's only now that Asami has come to realize that Fujita has brought only one man with him and this is probably the reason for his apparent nervousness.
"That's a little... more generous than I'm willing to be, Fujita-san." The man is starting to sweat now and Asami does not wish him to have a nervous breakdown in the middle of their negotiations, as that would promptly put an end to the deal. He smiles again, "I would like to step out for a breath of fresh air," he says, extinguishing his cigarette. "Would you care to join me?" Asami rises and Kirishima hands him his coat.
"Yes, I think that might be wise." Fujita also stands and follows Asami outside.
The cool night air seems to soothe Fujita somewhat, though he stands with his man a small distance from Asami, and Asami begins to feel more at ease that this deal will go according to his wishes.
"Sir?" Kirishima prompts from behind him.
"What is it?"
Kirishima points up to the rooftop of the building next to the club and there it is again, the all-too-familiar head of blond hair. He begins to draw his weapon only to be stopped by his boss.
"No. It's alright. I'll take care of it," Asami says with such deadly calm that Kirishima is actually nervous. He draws his own gun, aims and shoots straight through Akihito's lens in one swift movement, so fast there is no way the boy would have had time enough to react.
Fujita starts and stares over at Asami with wide eyes. "Asami-san? What's going on?"
"Someone was on the roof. I shot him," Asami answers simply. "Kirishima, clean up the mess please."
"Yes sir."
Asami strides over to Fujita, "So. Shall we go back inside?"
On the roof, Kirishima finds Akihito huddled up against an air duct, clutching his chest and mourning over his camera. "Takaba," he says.
"He shot me, Kirishima. He fuckin' shot me."
"No," Kirishima says, pulling Akihito up by his arm. "He shot your camera."
"But he shot at me!" Akihito cries, tears forming in his eyes, which do not leave his camera.
"Come on, Takaba, I'm going to take you home."
"Why? I thought you were supposed to kill me if you ever saw me again."
"If Asami-sama truly wanted you dead, you would be dead now and I'd be cleaning up your body, not dragging you back to Kau's apartment." Kirishima pulls Akihito down the fire escape, half-contemplating taking Akihito back to the penthouse and leaving him there for Asami to find, but again knows this insubordination would result in his immediate termination, and not in the form of a nice pink slip.
The ride back to Kau's apartment building is silent, but when Kirishima pulls to a stop, he notices that Akihito is crying in the backseat, still holding his shattered camera.
"This isn't even one he bought for me, you know. This one is mine," he mumbles.
"Listen, Takaba, I don't know what to tell you. Just, go inside and think about it for awhile. Think long and hard about why you're still alive right now."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Get out of the car, kid. I've got places to be."
Akihito steps out of the car and watches Kirishima drive away until he can't see the car anymore and Kau comes outside to bring him in.
TBC.
So there ya go. Thank you for reading!
-El
