They pulled to a stop in front of the hospital. Nodding a silent greeting to one of his guards, Asami walked in, heading straight to the elevator that would take him to his kitten.
Akira followed him, carrying another of the faux fur blankets. He had left the motor of the car running, so it would be warm enough for the boy.
As soon as the door opened, they stepped out, turning towards Akihito's room. Dr. Yamaguchi was already waiting for them, motioning Asami inside his office first.
"I have everything ready, Asami-sama."
"Are you sure it is not too dangerous to take him home?"
The older man smiled at the genuine concern in the other man's voice.
"No, he will be alright. But, I did change his medication. You would have a real hard time to force these pills down his throat, being sore and all. So, I prepared these for you. "
He showed him a stack of sealed-in, foil wrapped – suppositories?
"He needs one of each about every four hours. These will prevent infection, those are for the fever and the white ones are pain-killers. If he needs more of those, you can give him one every three hours. I also have prepared the salve you'll need for the bruises and bandages for his ribs and the wound on his backside. Make sure to change them daily. I'll come by every day to check on him, but there shouldn't be any complications."
"Thank you, Dr. Yamaguchi." Did that croak come out of his mouth? Where was his saliva? Did he slobber all over himself? Asami felt hot. Really hot. Maybe he also got a fever? He tried to swallow, the thought of having to administer… these… to these perfect, firm, tight, luscious, compelling, luring… he was ready to come in his pants.
"Are you alright, Asami-sama?"
He coughed, desperately trying to clear his throat, and his thoughts.
"Yes. Yes, of course."
"Well then, I guess you can take Takaba-san home."
"Asami-san." He corrected automatically.
"No, I meant Takaba-san. Takaba Akihito."
The doctor was giving him one of those looks usually reserved for idiots. He straightened himself and looked intensely at the older man.
"Asami-san. Asami Akihito." He dared him to make a remark.
"Oh… I… well… Congratulations, Asami-sama." The doctor was floored. Speechless and floored. Good. With a satisfied smile on his face he stepped out of the office to go pick up his boy.
Akira was already inside the pet's room, waiting for his boss. Keita desperately struggled to keep the idiotic grin trying to get out, off his face. He failed miserably.
Thankfully they had laid the boy on his side; the supporting pillows should be on their way into the trunk of his car, they really were useful. For a lot of things. At least he was spared the sight of his kitten's ass high up in the air while he wasn't allowed to touch. Asami took the blanket from Akira and gently wrapped the delicate figure of his lover into its soft warmth. With a small sigh the boy snuggled into the luxurious material, needing its warmth and comfort.
Making sure that Akihito was completely covered, he carefully picked him up, frowning at the weight of him. He was too skinny. He needed to eat more. And he would. He would make sure of that. He had bought several boxes of Pocky and had stashed them in the oddest places throughout the apartment. His chef had already been informed that there would be changes in the daily menus. From now on, there would be deserts.
Avoiding any jostle to his injured lover, he made his way down to the car, Akira and Keita following.
Seeing that their boss left with his pet, the rest of his men filed back into their cars, ready to finally go home again.
For the whole drive back, Asami kept his precious bundle on his lap, not able to let go. Inhaling his sweet smell, burying his nose in the wild mop of hair, happy to be able to do so without a fight for once.
He felt the warmth emanating from his body, scorching his skin through the combined materials of the blanket and his suit. He sucked in his breath, fighting against the urge to crush the boy against his chest, to never let go again. Instead he gingerly brushed the strands from his face, glowering at the dark smudges disfiguring the beloved face. He had always known it. The boy was not able to properly care for himself. Well, now he wouldn't have too anymore. He, his husband would do that for him. Very properly. As soon as the doctor said he could. Properly and very thoroughly. He would make sure to inspect every inch of Akihito in detail. Several times a day. To make sure the kitten was alright.
When they arrived at the garage, Keita held the door open for him, not making any attempt to relieve his boss from his burden. He wasn't suicidal. Not really.
He and his partner followed Asami to the penthouse, carrying everything Dr.Yamaguchi had sent along to make his patient's return home as comfortable as possible.
Asami went straight to his bedroom, cautiously setting his lover down on the thick mattress. The covers had already been pulled back, so all he needed to do was sliding them back over the feverish boy, cocooning him in their soft warmth. Small glasses of orange-juice and water were sitting on the nightstand, in case Akihito got thirsty, a thermometer lying right next to them. He put the medication into the drawer, just leaving two strips of the medicine, the bandages and the salve out. The pillows were in reach, if the pet needed to lie down in another position because of the pain.
Akihito seemed to be resting peacefully right now, so he got up to change into something more comfortable. He told Akira and Keita to get some rest and to not disturb him for the rest of the day.
Finally. Akihito was home.
It was quiet. Asami couldn't remember the last time he was home that early with practically nothing to do. He decided to get a bit more comfortable - and took his tie off.
Sitting down on the side of the bed, he took his time looking at his lover: red nose, puffy eyes, hair sticking out in every direction – but still the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. He leaned down to him, feeling his forehead, trying to determine if the fever was coming down. He sat up straight again with a sigh; there really was no way around it. He had to.
Staring at the glass cylinder in his hand, he was at a loss. Could he… just like that? But that would… wouldn't it? He put it back on the nightstand and went to the bathroom looking for the little tube he knew would have to be there. Somewhere. Not like they ever used it. Somehow they never got around to it. Whenever he was about to give Akihito all the loving the pet needed, there never was time to go and get it from the bathroom. Yes, he had lube. And before he met the young photographer he always used it. After all, he wasn't cruel. Not really. But the kitten really got off on these little 'catch me –and devour me' games they were playing constantly. And who could blame him for not thinking about one teeny-tiny tube of lube when Akihito was wriggling his firm ass in front of him to lure him into another bout of hot sex. And he constantly did. Wriggle his cute ass. So they constantly had. Hot sex.
Ah, there it was. Asami took it and went back to the bed. He steeled himself against the tempting invitation, Akihito's behind would issue. Once more picking up the thermometer, he applied a generous amount of the clear gel, put the tube aside and slowly started to inch the blanket covering his pet down. He trailed his fingers over the tempting firm globes, mapping the dimples at his lower back to just move his hands downwards again. He had to do it. His lubricated finger carefully found its way to the well hidden pink entrance to his lover's body. Gently massaging it, rubbing and teasing; watching as the tight muscled ring slowly yielded.
"Please… Asami…"
What the hell? Akihito was moaning deep in his throat, stretching his curled up limbs and instinctively edged closer to him. Towards his thigh. Towards his… Why did God punish him so? A deep sigh escaped his throat as he took the thermometer and cautiously pushed it in. And stared. At the intruder which
shamelessly had invaded where only he had a right to. And stared. How long would he have to suffer staring at it? It seemed like an eternity when he finally pulled the offending object out. 104 degrees. Too high. He had been afraid of this.
This was not as easy as he had thought it would be. With an even deeper sigh, he took the silver films with the prescribed medication and peeled the foil back. He took the first suppository, gave it a murderous glare and gently pushed it in. The second followed. That was it? Right? Was there anything else that needed to be done? Would they… just stay in? Should he…? No. The packaging said he was done. Hell, he needed another cold shower. Penetrating his kitten with anything that wasn't him was almost too much, at least while said kitten moaned and sighed like porn-star.
He got up, taking a long look at the drawer, the all too familiar smirk starting to settle on his face. Another quick look back to the bed. A sigh – seemingly from the bottom of the abyss. And a wonderful idea got discarded.
Part 11The moment the cold water hit his heated body, reality began to win the upper hand again. What the hell…? Was he about to lose his mind? Seriously considering a thermometer a rival? He let the icy spray run over his body, mentally taking himself to task. This sort of behavior wouldn't do. At all. Damn. He was Asami. He. Was. The. Asami!
When he felt his fingers go numb, he turned the temperature up and switched on the top rain shower. There was nothing more relaxing than the cool spray from all sides and the hot rainfall from above. Another button and steam began rising from the jets on the floor and he leaned back against the warm slate the walk-in shower was built of. Closing his eyes, he started taking deep breaths, unconsciously going through the breathing routines he usually did before he sparred against his men. His pulse slowed down, his heart-rate dropped, tension left his body. This was heaven after weeks of hell. Nothing existed this moment, just the water on his skin, the steam cocooning him in a thick dense cloud of vapors.
Until he heard the crash from the bedroom. Cursing, he jumped out of the shower, not bothering to take a towel, just racing over to the sound of a dull thump.
In the bedroom, Akihito was on the floor, orange-juice dripping from the nightstand on the carpet, leaving an ugly trail of sweet stickiness.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He knelt beside the boy, pulling him against his chest, moving him away from the wet spot.
"…Asami…?" Confused hazel-eyes looking at him.
"…What…? ...Asami!" Akihito flung both arms around his neck, holding on like he would never let go. And choked him. He tried to pry the boy's arms away, surprised at the strength with which his sick kitten slowly cut off his supply of air.
"I…ch…here…ch…pet." Finally. Dragging in a deep breath, he managed to break the choking hold and pulled the pet's hands against his naked chest. Bad idea.
Eyes still glazed over from the fever, hands frantically moving over his exposed skin, Akihito was sure he was dead. And in heaven. His head felt light and the cloud he was sitting on felt like him. Yep, even smelled like him. The rosy tip of a tongue sneaked out. And tasted like him. Happy, he snuggled deeper into the cloud and relaxed. He could get used to being dead. It wasn't so bad after all. Now he had his own little Asami-cloud with all the benefits of him and none of the negative side-effects of the real bastard. Upps. He probably wasn't supposed to think words like that. Not in heaven.
"Akihito…" Oh, they even talked with the voice of him.
"No…" He absently padded the hands away that tried to pull him of his cloud. That was so not going to happen. He was here to stay. For good. On his Asami-cloud. Bastard.
Why did he miss him? All he ever did was evil and violent and directed at him.
"Akihito…" Nope, not happening. Get it already, stupid angels. That was his cloud. He would not give it up. Never.
"Akihito, open your eyes. Now." Well now, he knew that tone from the bastard. Upps. He did it again. But he was new here and surely entitled to a couple of glitches, right? Maybe he should open his eyes, though. Bastard.
Heavy, puffy lids slowly lifted and hazelnut-colored eyes stared at him. Blankly.
"Akihito. Open them and look at me. Now." Golden eyes pierced him. He knew those eyes. But that couldn't be. They would never let him into heaven. Not after all he had done. Especially to him. All those times the bastard had forced him to… feel pleasure, all those times he had taken him against his will… to unbelievable peaks, all those times… Shit. He had to stop thinking like that. Asami was a bastard, right?
And yet, why was he the one he hoped would rescue him from the Chinese bastard? Why would he call his name when Feilong had drugged and raped him? He knew because the long-haired spawn of the devil had taunted him with it. That was… before he left him alone after what happened with Tao. After that he had only talked to him. Or more likely at him. Asked him questions he didn't have answers for. Told him things that cut too close to the truth.
But it didn't matter now. He was safe. He felt it.
The cloud felt a bit moist under him and tentatively his tongue sneaked out again to lick the raindrops of the cloud's surface. He latched his lips onto it and suckled the precious nectar into the moist heat of his mouth. The cloud moaned. Could clouds moan? Confused, he tried again. Again a moan. This was weird. Really weird.
Asami stared at the boy in his lap, lazily licking the moist drops of water of his chest, smiling in his confused, fever-induced state. And negated the calming effect of his shower. He followed the pesky pink tip slowly teasing his nipple with his eyes, unable to concentrate. This was… hell. It must be. He had his arms full of naked pet, gradually arousing him with his tongue, licking and… sucking?
Arms resolutely pulled him away from this wonderful source of refreshment which left him wanting for more. So much more. Akihito voiced his protest, by making little distressed sounds, trying to get back what he just lost. Contact. Warmth. He felt himself being lifted up and then laid down onto another soft surface. A small gasp of pain escaped his lips and he wriggled around to find a more comfortable position. Ah yes, there it was. The scent. He buried his nose in the source of his comfort and slowly drifted back off to sleep.
There was just no way… Staring down at the boy, Asami groaned. His pet was on his stomach - the taut, nicely muscled stomach he loved to lick and tease, his cute little ass high up in the air – the firm, perfectly shaped globes that hid his most prized treasure; trying to inhale his… pillow? Maybe he should
call Dr. Yamaguchi. If this continued like this he would have at least a stroke before the night was over. Maybe something worse.
He needed to take his mind of the pet. Maybe he should do some work next door. But no, the kitten would just try to get up again. Too dangerous. A thought crossed his mind… Yes, there was a way to ensure his boy stayed where he belonged…
The smirk returned to his face. He licked his lips. And went over to the dresser which held the box. Almost reverently he took it out of the bottom drawer and carried it over to the bed. He opened it and, with his mind reeling, caressed the smooth, polished surface of the adornments inside. The ring felt heavy in his hands. A bit cold. It would soon be warmed up by the heat of Akihito's skin. He carefully turned the boy's upper body and carefully fastened the plain, half inch thick platinum ring around his neck. It suited him perfectly. The light reflected off the gleaming material as it snuggled against the pet's throat. It closed with an almost inaudible snap. The magnetic encoded lock engaged, now there was no way of taking it off without the key. Which was in the vault. And would stay there.
He took the matching cuffs and attached them to the boy's wrists. They were lined with soft silk to prevent chafing and closed with a more conventional lock. They looked hot on the pet. He groaned. His mind was swamped with images of hot passionate Akihito. Struggling against the restraints. His body covered in sweat. His eyes glazed over with lust. His chest heaving with labored breaths. Himself comfortably settled between silky thighs. The straining erection in front of him deeply engulfed within the burning furnace of his mouth. He would tease him; bring him to the brink, only to deny him release. The pet would beg him in a raw voice, pleading with him to allow him to come. And he would. Later. He would overwhelm his kitten's senses with slow, torturous strokes of his tongue, making him squirm until he lost himself in the heat of his own desire, the need for more, the urge to be taken completely. By him. Always and only him.
Quickly to stop the torment he opened the compartment at the headboard of the bed, pulled the leather restraints out and fastened them to the metal cuffs. Now he could be sure the boy would not be going anywhere. With a satisfied smile on his face he pulled away from the boy, but not before he pressed a claiming kiss on hot lips. His boy. No, his wife. One last look and he got up to do some work. Damn. It felt good to be Asami.
Part 12Hazel eyes slowly opened, unfocused at first, then taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. Not that waking up in a room he didn't recognize was anything new anymore. Not really. He tried moving carefully, aware of the various levels of pain coursing through the entire length of his body.
A sigh.
Of course, he couldn't move. His hands were bound. He choked out a resigned laugh. A bitter one. Did they think to scare him by tying him to a bed in the nude? As if that would surprise him. He tried to lift his head to look around, but after he moved it up an inch, he tiredly let it sink down into the soft pillow again. At least it was a comfortable bed. Not that it mattered. Nothing mattered anymore.
Asami was dead.
He tried to remember the look on the Yakuza's face when he jumped in front of him to shield him from the bullets. But he got hit. And the last thing he saw was Asami crumbling to the floor. They had shot him. Damn those bastards. They had no right…
Another harsh laugh, his throat raspy and raw. It hurt.
He felt tears escaping from under his closed eyelids, searing their way down his cheeks into the pillow. Now that he was awake they would come for him soon. They always did. Only now, there was nothing for him to fight for. Not anymore. Damn the bastard. Why did he have to die on him?
If they thought to break him, let them try. They would find out soon enough that there was nothing left of him. Like the Chinese bastard did. When he stopped fighting him, Feilong lost interest in him. Without fighting, he wasn't even good enough to be a fuck-toy. So, he wouldn't fight. And maybe this once he would be lucky enough and they'd kill him. He was so tired of this bullshit.
His mouth was dry and his throat was killing him. He lifted his head up again and saw a glass of juice standing on the low table next to the bed. He tried to reach over, only to find that the leather binds would not allow him to touch it. Hands balled into fists. What kind of sick joke was that?
Again he fell back into the pillow, desperately trying to not to cry. If he would just have the strength to go on. He took a deep breath. The soft material underneath him held a familiar smell. A faint trace of a well-known cologne, and the much more intense aroma of musky male. Asami. Damn. He was finally going insane. The guys that had taken him from Feilong were definitely not Asami's. So, he…
His thoughts were interrupted by an indiscernible click of the door. He went still. Pretending to sleep seemed like the best thing to do right now. Not that he cared, but still…
Asami went into the bedroom after having completed most of his work to check on his pet. He was still out of it. He sat down at the side of the bed, looking at his watch. Yep, there was no help for it. It was that time again.
Carefully, as not to disturb him, he rolled his boy to his side, grimacing upon seeing the dried and chafed lips. The fever had made Akihito sweat and he needed to replace the fluid in his body. Just thinking about fluid made him hard again. He groaned, took the glass of orange-juice and took a deep drink. He pulled the kitten up and pressed his lips against his mouth, his tongue forcing it open to release the replenishing liquid into it. Akihito struggled a bit at first, but then seemed to welcome the refreshment and greedily swallowed. Well, there was no helping it. He repeated the procedure several times until the glass was empty and he was ready to burst. Just from feeling his lips. While he was asleep. With fever. Stupid brat.
Again he slid the covers off the boy, pulled him halfway over his lap, took the little tube and twisted off the cap. He generously spread the lubricant over his finger and unerringly found the tightly puckered entrance he was about to invade. Massaging the tense muscle thoroughly, he found himself painfully aroused just from touching the boy.
"You will so pay for this, my pet."
His finger dug deeply into the soft tissue, deep enough to loosen it, yet shallow enough to not hurt him. When he felt the muscle give in, he slipped inside the velvety depth, unerringly seeking the walnut sized gland and gently rubbing it. Akihito's middle was on his lap, and soon enough he could feel the boy's penis harden. Against its steely confines. The ones Feilong had put on him. Which would prevent him from finding release. But he had to admit, they looked... hot. His finger traced the one inch thick metal band around the base of Akihito's shaft, connected with a solid padlock to another one around the soft sac that held his testicles, pushing them down. Cursing he pulled his hand back; stimulating his pet now would only cause him pain.
"Maybe we will keep them for you to play with." He smiled. His slutty boy would know how to appreciate them. Maybe he should send a thank-you note to Feilong.
He took the suppositories and went to the torturous task of giving them to his kitten. Ever so slowly he inserted the first one, savoring the feel of Akihito's insides gripping his intruding finger, pulling it in deeper and deeper.
What the hell? This couldn't be. But it sounded like… and felt like… and smelled like.
"ASAMI! You bastard! Leave me…"
He tried to scramble away from the offending finger deeply buried inside his upturned ass. Without success. A large hand kept him where he was; in fact it pulled him closer.
"You're awake." He was crushed against a broad chest, finger still in place. Hot lips scorched his, teeth erotically nibbling them open until a tongue delved in, slowly taking possession of his mouth, devouring him, marking him. Overwhelmed by the familiar taste of Asami, Akihito responded to the sensual dance of their tongues, leaving him even dizzier. Panting he tore away from Asami's mouth, desperately sucking in much needed air. His head fell on the taller man's shoulder, exposing the sexy curve of his neck. He felt hot lips latch onto the soft spot just below his ear, sucking hard, making him moan.
"No, stop… Asami… you…" He could hardly talk. Asami was alive, grinding his hard-on against his groin and sucking the little energy he had left right out him.
Lips formed a heated trail down the slope of his neck, nibbling, biting, licking. There was no stopping now. He had to have his pet. His finger started to rub his sweet spot faster, making the boy squirm and moan in his arms.
"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh." Pain. It shot through his backside, searing his ass like a lightning bolt. He felt himself fall backwards, just to be caught in strong arms before he hit the mattress. He felt the intruding digit slip out and then Asami gently lowered him down on the bed, eyes still blazing with unleashed desire.
"I need to give you the painkillers." They locked eyes.
"Where…? How…? I…" A soft kiss to his lips.
"Later. You need your medication first." Again he turned him on his side, a finger searching between two perfect cheeks.
"You pervert! What the hell do you think you're doing?" Akihito yelled at the top of his lungs. In reality, it came out rather pathetic, but it was all he could manage in his condition.
Asami leaned down over him, crowding him into the mattress.
"Giving you your medicine…" Smirking he pushed his finger back into his boy's rosy ass and as before, took his time doing it.
"I'm awake now. There is no need…"
A face so close to his, he felt Asami's breath on his face.
"Every four hours. Doctor's prescription."
"No, I…"
"You! Will do. Exactly. What the doctor said." Slowly the finger inched back out of his body, once more rubbing over his prostate before it was finally gone. A shocked gasp escaped Akihito's lips, cutting off any remark.
He was alive. The god damned bastard was alive.
"You are probably hungry; I'll order something up for you." Asami straightened himself, keeping one hand on Akihito's lower back, while the other one flipped the phone open.
"No! I…"
"You will eat." He quickly gave his chef instructions to prepare a light dinner for the patient.
A hand, strong, large, annoyingly on his skin. Holding him. Down.
"I'm thirsty." The hand left his back, gliding down his waist and almost -gently? – rolled him on his side again. A glass was pressed against his lips.
"If you untie me, I can do this myself."
A glare. Golden eyes staring at him. A touch. Elegant hands unlocking the cuffs.
Rubbing his hands, Akihito impatiently reached for the glass with orange-juice, only to almost drop it. He felt pathetic. Other hands, warm and strong, folded around his', carefully guiding the glass back to his lips. While he eagerly drank the contents of the glass, he couldn't prevent silvery tears rolling down his face. He was weak. Disgustingly weak. And pathetic. Asami despised weakness.
When he had emptied the glass, it was taken away from him and he found himself again engulfed in the warmth of Asami's body. He was cradled against his chest; a hand was slowly rubbing his back in an attempt to soothe him.
"Shh. It's alright, kitten. You're safe." Asami murmured nonsensical words in his pet's ear, comforting him, holding him. He expected the boy to be in a turmoil of emotions after what he had endured.
Akihito was sobbing into his chest, soaking the silk shirt, plastering it against defined pecs.
"I… thought… you… were… dead." He started hiccupping, burying his running nose deep into the reassuring hardness of Asami's collarbone.
"It's okay, Akihito. Everything is okay now."