.

思考

Wake. Shower. Dress for the day and go to breakfast–– though at the point in time I am doing this, others within the city are looking forward to lunch. A stop along the way to take care of side matters, and then onto my office. I take care my obligations for the afternoon, and then it's time to make my rounds to various places that I own. I return to my office to take care of unfinished business. I usually return home by 2:00 a.m.

There is something comforting in the ritual of a routine. It is the order that counterbalances the chaos.

The elements of Order and Chaos–– the business world is one aspect of order in my life. Order is what keeps me on an even course. However, a steady diet of order also makes for a terribly boring existence.

My underworld involvement is one aspect of chaos in my life. It provides me with an invigorating rush from the danger and excitement. It is something I crave like a drug addict; therefore, it has the potential to be very destructive. It is a difficult beast to control, but I take perverse pleasure in mastering it.

Balancing Order and Chaos within one's self is another beast entirely. I'd like to believe I've mastered that one as well.

For better or worse, I do tend to favor the chaotic.

麻見 隆一

.

The order in my day yesterday was laced with a trace of chaos. As I was leaving my place for the day, I heard the soft echo of a clicking noise. It could have been any number of normal noises coming from a parking garage, but it sounded to me like the sound of a camera shutter.

Kirishima was holding the limo door open for me. "Sir, you're being watched. I think it might be that Takaba kid again."

"Yes, it is." I got in the car.

I glanced back at my assistant. Just before he closed the door I saw a small vein on the side of his head flare out. At first, I thought Kirishima was merely annoyed by Akihito, but it seems Kirishima doesn't care for him at all.

I went to a ryōtei for breakfast. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Akihito dart by a doorway while I was eating. It appears he is hopeless when it comes to trailing someone without being detected.

As I was entering the limo to leave, I saw a barely perceptive shadow dart around the corner. How did he get around to the front from the kitchen so fast?

Next, we went to my barber's. I visit this place quite often to listen to the local "gossip" from an informant. As I exited the place, a young boy running with an ice cream cone collided into me. The ice cream from his cone slid off my suit and then fell to the ground. He looked up at me, terrified. Kirishima's normally composed demeanor cracked and he let loose verbally on the child.

I interrupted Kirishima's tirade. "This was my fault since I wasn't paying attention when I walked out." I tried to calm the crying child, "My apologies. I believe I owe you an ice cream cone. Kirishima, why don't you go get another for this young man. Make it a triple."

Kirishima turned red, "I'll take care that right away, sir." He actually ran to get the ice cream cone. I removed my suit jacket so the ice cream would not drip further onto my suit and tried to calm the boy. The tears miraculously dried up as soon as Kirishima returned with the ice cream. For a moment, the boy reminded me of Akihito. I noticed a subtle movement from behind a display in a store across the street. Had I not been thinking of Akihito at that moment, it probably wouldn't have caught my attention.

I smiled. He's getting better at this.

However, my ever-alert assistant made mention of it once I got in the limo. I told him to take me to a clothing store so I could replace the suit jacket. On the way there, Kirishima apologized for his uncharacteristic outburst and then voiced his frustrations.

"Takaba was able to get into the kitchen. He could have potentially poisoned your food... and just now, following you to this particular location? Sir, I know you don't consider him a threat but this is definitely a security concern."

I trust Kirishima unquestionably with my life. I knew I was causing him unnecessary agitation by ignoring his concerns. How could I allow Akihito to follow me and yet still accommodate the very vigilant Kirishima?

I pulled out my phone and made a call. "It seems I am being tailed by Takaba. I'm about to arrive at my office. You'll be able to catch up with him there. Have someone keep an eye on him, but I don't want anyone to interfere with him unless he proves to be a threat."

I watched as Kirishima's tense shoulders relaxed. "Thank you, sir."

Akihito's interest in me has ramped up lately. On New Year's Day. I was awakened by a series of annoying phone calls. By the second one, I figured out it was Akihito. By the third, I knew he was drunk and it was unlikely I was going to get any more sleep.

On the fourth call he went on a crying jag. At that point I very much regretted allowing him access to my number.

By the time I received the fifth call, I had time to reconsider and realized this could be turned to my advantage. Since one's actions on the first day of the year are supposed to be representative for the rest of the coming year, I had a good idea of how I wanted to set that trend.

I went and retrieved an unconscious Akihito from a restaurant, brought him home, stripped him and took full advantage of his drunken state. The noise from his own semiconscious moaning finally woke him completely as he became aware of what was happening to him. By that time, he was too far gone to protest seriously.

Remembering this has made me wish that I wasn't booked up solidly for the rest of the day.

麻見 隆一

.

I wasn't at work for long when no less than three of my employees alerted me to Akihito's presence. It seemed he was being careless again. I had a few meetings that afternoon–– two of them were with diet members with reputations for being rather unpleasant and difficult. Hearing how my staff dealt with Akihito throughout the day kept my spirits lifted; one had him clean out all the trash bins, another had him pick up takeout for them from a nearby restaurant. I had to make an appearance at a new club I was opening up, so I decided to leave early to knock that obligation out of the way. Akihito accidentally stumbled into my midst as I was leaving and I actually had to turn my head in an exaggerated manner to avoid "seeing" him.

Again, I nearly ran into him at the new club. He truly is hopeless.

I finally arrived at Sion for another round of meetings, these for... less respectable business purposes. I knew it was unlikely that Akihito would be able to enter the club. Later, I needed to attend to a transaction down at the warehouses. I knew I shouldn't allow Akihito to shadow me that far–– though a perverse part of me wanted him to continue watching me.

When Kirishima entered my office at the club, I was expecting a stern lecture about Akihito's presence but it turned out to be something more troublesome.

Kirishima had a contrite expression on his face. That was the first indication that something was wrong. "Forgive me sir, but I was considerably lax with your security today. My incompetence has put you at risk."

"You needn't apologize. I'm the one who allowed Takaba to follow me." Kirishima didn't look up. "Has this created a problem for you?"

"We were so concerned with Takaba that we didn't realize there was another who was shadowing your movements."

I remembered the detective that had been tailing Takaba a few months ago. "Are you sure it is me they are shadowing, and not Takaba?'

"Someone alerted the police about Takaba loitering outside the club. It wasn't one of our people. We think it was this other one that has been following you. Takaba has probably been interfering with this second follower."

"Where's Takaba now?" I asked.

"It appears he left the area after being confronted by the police."

This was a bit disappointing but probably for the best since there was the potential for trouble. "And the person who's been following me?"

"Right now they're concealed out front."

"We'll exit through the back when we leave later," I told him.

I finished up my business at Sion and we exited out of the back door to head to the warehouses. It wasn't long before Kirishima alerted me that we were being followed.

"Is it Takaba, or the second one?"

Kirishima checked the rear view mirror. "Whoever it is appears to be very experienced at this sort of thing. Likely the second one. Shall I divert our path?"

"No, the warehouses are a perfect place for us to net our fish. Have the men take him out there."

As I was finishing up the transaction at the warehouse, I heard a commotion behind us. I could see out of the corner of my eye my men subduing someone. As they seem to have it under control, I headed back to my office to finish my day.

Upon returning to my office I was informed that Akihito had returned there earlier and was presently staking out the building. Ah, my favorite stalker was back! My good mood returned.

The rest of my workday didn't go as smoothly as I had hoped. I had to reconcile financial errors caused by a delayed shipment. Also, the person my men had caught earlier managed to escape before they had a chance to question him. They were certain he was of Chinese origin.

Fei Long again, no doubt. According to the last report, the lucrative trade deal he thought he had secured had been yanked from underneath him. His organization was beginning to splinter over the loss. He should be dealing with that problem instead of concerning himself with me again. I have no idea what the hell he is thinking.

I didn't leave my office until almost 3:00 a.m. I was informed that Akihito had finally left a couple of hours earlier. I don't blame him. I do keep disagreeable hours.

I was exhausted by that time anyway.

麻見 隆一

.

Arriving home, I found a grocery bag hanging from the doorknob on my front door. Inside the bag was a bun and a juice box. This was something that Akihito would dine on. Why was it hanging on my door?

I walked back outside and found Akihito, curled up and sleeping against a small tree. Despite wearing a heavy coat, he was shivering. I picked him up gently, so not to wake him, and carried him inside. Once inside, I carefully peeled off his clothes. I stopped when I got him down to his camo-patterned briefs because there was something wonderfully obscene about seeing him sprawled on my bed wearing such childish underwear. Just by gazing at him, my exhaustion began melting away. I needed to take a shower, so I secured his hands with a rope to a solid light fixture above the bed–– in case he woke up and thought of trying to escape from me.

When I turned off the shower, I could hear banging and cursing coming from the bedroom. It appeared Akihito was now awake... and very angry, from the sound of it.

I walked in and was immediately hit with a burning desire, seeing him tied to my bed with that furious face and dressed that underwear. Akihito was in my bed–– I couldn't help smiling over that. The first thing I did was to grasp him between his legs. This caused him to flinch which made me realize he was nowhere close to my state of arousal. I was going to have to work on catching him up.

I lowered my face to his crotch and placed my mouth over the soft lump in his briefs and breathed hot air onto it. The lump stirred against my mouth. I looked at him, and watched as a blush crossed his face. I suddenly had a wicked urge to unsettle him, so I lightly bit down with my teeth. He flinched again, and this time his face showed fear since this is not the place any man ever wants to feel teeth. I've done some bizarre things to him in the past, so I watched his anxiety take over as he became apprehensive about the kind of things I might be capable of doing to him.

However, this time I decided to slowly pleasure him. I wanted to take as long as possible to bring him up to my level of arousal. I began by zeroing in on his nipple, giving it long licks. I kept looking up at his face and I could see he was struggling to not react. I reached down to stroke him through his underwear and felt that the lump had grown longer and firmer. Not only that, but a small dark round spot had appeared near the waistband. I moved my hand down to his testicles and caressed them, watching the small wet spot expand a little more. I looked up again and his face was now flushed with heat. Still, he glared at me angrily. I don't know why this expression of his stirs such a strong desire in me, but I seek to provoke it purposely. I am drawn to those fiery eyes, much like a moth is drawn to flame.

I wanted to take him then. Still, I tortured myself by pleasuring him at very a slow pace. Using my mouth, I slicked down two of my fingers and then pulled his underwear aside so I could slip my fingers into the crack and probe for his entrance. I found it and slowly penetrated the tight opening. I was still watching his face. To avoid my gaze, he turned his head to the side, still with an angry expression; however, I could see his chest rising and falling as he took deeper breaths. He was being such a stubborn boy.

Now the wet spot on his underwear had spread further, causing the cloth to cling to the head. It was outlined so clearly that I couldn't resist uncovering it for a peek. I pulled the waistband away from his body and his erection popped out. The head was coated with a glistening liquid, which had pooled a bit onto his abdomen. Down between my legs, I could feel the throbbing of my own erection.

I moved my fingers slowly in and out of him, twisting them at different angles to massage him on the inside. I watched his brow furrowed in concentration, as he tried to hold back any sign that he was feeling pleasure. I relished watching him struggle with this. I looked back at his erection and every time it twitched, I could see drops of nectar being squeezed out before slowly dripping down the length of his shaft.

"Quit staring at it!" he snapped at me. His voice made me realize that I had been fixated on that pulsating organ of his for quite a while now. I also realized I was grinning at the sight. I had never seen anyone get so wet before!

"Don't rush it," I teased. "You might as well lay back and enjoy it, because I intend to pleasure you all night." I pulled his underwear to the side to expose his testicles and gave them a long lick, drawing my first sigh from him. I continued to lick just up to the base of the shaft and his erection jolted upward in anticipation of my tongue stroking its length. Instead, I returned to licking his sac and I began thrusting my fingers into him faster.

Now I was drawing soft moans from him. His erection very much wanted attention and I wanted very much to lap at the liquid that was now spilling from its tip, but I knew that would quickly bring him to a climax and I wasn't ready for him to do that. Unrestrained moans were now escaping from his lips. His eyes took on that glassy look of desire and need as they silently implored me to bring him to orgasm. But I wanted to hear it in his words. Plead with me to let you come. Beg me to take you... but he stubbornly withheld those words.

Ah... who is teasing who now?

I used the power that I held over him to draw out more moans and sighs. Now I was ready to take him. I slowly pulled off his briefs and stroked upwards on his length to gather the wetness on my hand, drawing a loud gasp from him. I used this wetness to slick down my own erection and then I tried to move his leg aside to expose his opening. At my touch, both of his legs moved apart on their own, and I marveled that he had just willingly spread his legs for me.

I pushed into him and felt that tight ring grip me, and the incredible heat and velvety softness of his insides envelop me. It took everything I had to move slowly, since by this time I had the urge to thrust hard into him like a madman. My very slow and controlled movements drew soft, pleading whimpers from him. He pulled his knees up to his chest allowing me to push in deeper.

Now it was me that was struggling. I buried myself into him to the hilt and then stopped and closed my eyes to calm the urgency. I moved in and out again, waited, and then repeated this movement after a few seconds. I was having to take deeper breaths to suppress my own voice, because I refuse to give that power to him. I bent down so I could cover his mouth with my own, and was surprised when he lifted his head to meet me for the kiss. I was also strangely touched by this gesture.

I heard a rattle and realized he was struggling to free his hands. Would he put his arms around me if his hands were free? I reached up and untied his wrists, and once his hands were free they went straight to his hard rod. He began rapidly stroking himself and then I felt him clamp down forcefully on me. I began thrusting quicker into him, rhythmically matching his strokes in response. His hand began to move even faster and then his cries became louder until he came hard, covering himself from his stomach to his chin in pearly streams. I licked at the drops that had hit his chin and then dipped my tongue into his mouth. At the same time, I felt his insides become very slick as I released inside him. I kept thrusting for a few more seconds and then it became very wet between us as my seed began to spill out of him. I must have had quite the build up.

By the time I was done with him, we both were a sticky and sweaty mess. He was looking at me through half-closed eyes that indicated he was deeply satisfied. Looking toward the window, I noticed for the first time the sun was up and shining brightly. We had been at it for several hours. Heavy fatigue hit me then, and I laid down beside him, pulling him close to me and wrapping my arms around him. I could feel the softness of his hair against my face and smell his familiar scent, and then sleep overtook me.

麻見 隆一

.

It seemed almost immediately I heard the annoying sound of my alarm clock. I reached over to kill it and then realized my bed felt cold.

And empty.

Again, Akihito had slipped away while I slept. I felt unusually irritated. Just once I would have liked to have woken up with him still in my bed. However, it is merely lust that binds us together–– a momentary and superficial connection. With his lust satisfied he has no reason to stick around, and it is senseless for me to even entertain the thought.

Back to order. Back to the ritual of my routine. With only three hours of sleep, it's going to make for a rough day.

麻見 隆一

.

Ryōtei: A high-class traditional Japanese restaurant. Politicians and businessmen are known to use the private rooms for confidential meetings.