Asami hummed in pleasure as he eyed the beautiful prized laid out beside him. Takaba Akihito was all soft, delicate skin; soft, messy blond curls; and luscious curves in all the right places.

The black town car pulled to a stop inside the alley situated alongside Sion. Kirishima Kei, his secretary and right hand man, stepped free of the driver's seat. Rounding the car, he pulled open the door for Asami. The giant mountain of a man known as Suoh Kazumi, his head of security, stood to one side. Blocking out the world and protecting his boss from any prying eyes. With his prize thrown over one shoulder and his two men following, Asami entered his club via the alley entrance. Their passage through the back halls of the club went unnoticed by the club goers. Reaching a hidden elevator, Kirishima swiped a security key card that only he had. The doors slid open silently.

Stepping onto the elevator, the three men descended down beneath Sion. Reaching their destination, the does slid open once again. Revealing a plain hallway with dim lighting. Stepping out, Kirishima and Suoh took up sentry at either side of the elevator. Asami stepped down the hallway until he nearly reached the end. Facing the plain wall, he bent forward. To outsiders it would appear odd or silly, however, inside this section of wall was an advanced retina eye scaning system set to only identify one person. Asami.

A section of the wall slid out of the rest of the wall. It slid inward to the hidden room beyond, before sliding behind the rest of the wall. Entering the newly opened room, Asami set his prize down on a softly padded loveseat. Pressing a hidden button behind a potted plant, Asami sealed the room back up.

Removing coat, suit jacket and vest; Asami made his way over to the bar built into one wall. He poured himself a glad of scotch, then walked over to the young blond laying across his loveseat. Takaba Akihito held a strange fascination for Asami. Something the thirty one year old had never experienced before. Many women and men had passed through his life. None ever staying for long or meaningful enough to leave a mark on him. Yet this boy, held his every thought no matter how small or important in his grasp. All by simply defying him.

Setting his glass aside, Asami freed himself of his tie, loosened the top few buttons of his dress shirt, removed his cufflinks and rolled his sleeves up to the elbow. Asami reached out with one hand, brushing back a wayward blond lock from the beautiful face. Takaba Akihito didn't stir. Far more gently than a man like him was used to giving, Asami stripped Akihito of his way to thin jacket for the cold September weather. He would need to get the boy something better. Asami's hands froze. What was he thinking? This boy was nothing to him and his things meant even less to him. Annoyed with his thoughts, Asami quickly stripped the boy of the rest of his clothing. Leaving him in nothing but his skin.

With the boy's clothing gone, Asami was better able to see the beauty that was Takaba Akihito. One side of Asami's mouth dipped down as he took note of the boy's underweight state. Shaking his head, Asami examined the unconsious boy with a critical eye, looking for any sign of disease or illness. Other then being underweight, Takaba Akihito was the picture of health. Turning the boy over onto his stomach, Asami took in the lush bounty that was Takaba Akihito's ass.

The cheeks were perfect round, plump globes just begging for teeth to sink into them and take a bite out of them. Unable to resist, Asami slapped one cheek, watching it jiggle in response. Pressing one hand to either cheek, Asami spread them apart to reveal the hidden vary beyond. With the jaded eye of one who's experienced more than his fair share, Asami examined Akihito's most private place. It was healthy in color, tight and unused. Asami grinned. This was going to be more fum than he had anticipated. It was a rare find in his world to find someone so beautiful, untouched and untainted.

Leaving Akihito where he lay, Asami stepped through another doorway, entering a well appointed bathroom. Stepping over to the large tub, he turned on the water. Adjusting the water until it was a satisfactory temperature Letting the tub fill, Asami turned his attention to arranging the rest of the supplies he would need. Once satisfied, Asami retired to the sitting room and retrieved the still unconscious Takaba Akihito. Careful to not injure the blond, Asami lowered him into the water filled tub. Soft cuffs were placed around his upper arms to ensure he would not sink into the water and drown. Taking the fist of many items, Asami began to thoroughly clean Akihito and begin preparing him for the activities awaiting them.

~ l๏שє คﾓﾓคเг ~

Cool water dripped down onto mused blond curls. A drowsy groan pulled free of soft lips. Bleary blue eyes blinked open, trying to focus on their surroundings. The blue eyes closed again, a tired sigh accompanying the movement. A soft noise, a footstep?, drew the young blond's attention away from the slumber that called out to him. He tried to shift, only to be met with resistance. Shock coursed through him. Gasping he pulled at the restraints holding him. A deep, silky chuckle captured his attention. Turning his gaze from soft leather cuffs about his wrists and ankles, Akihito faced the man leaning against a wall. Watching him with amusement glinting his golden gaze.

"Asami!" Akihito gasped.

The golden eyed man hummed in agreement. "You know how I am, yet still have the nerve to spy upon my club."

"I wasn't spying on you. My work has nothing to do with you."

Akihito was not willing to admit that he had not known who owned the club. That he had not cared. He had a target and he was willing to follow him anywhere if it meant he could put the disgusting bastard behind bars. However, after his meeting with the man before him and his two goons, Akihito had done the research he should have done before. Asami Ryuichi, Japan's brightest star amongst the business world. He'd opened his first club at just the young age of twenty three. No one knew anything about his life before then and his personal life was a tightly locked treasure chest everyone wanted into now. All that was known about the man was his business connections and the clubs, restaurants, hotels and other such things he owned. His net worth was highly speculated upon. He was seen with any number of models, singers, actors and actresses. Rarely ever twice. However, if one looked deeper, they could find that not all was so squeaky clean with the man. There was a darkness about Asami Ryuichi. A darkness Akihito was finding himself just touching the very surface of.

"You've stuck your nose into other people's business Takaba Akihito."

Akihito shuddered. The way Asami said his name sending pleasurable shivers along his spine. Akihito's eyes widened as the man approached him. Akihito couldn't help but notice the exposed flesh before him. A tease of of smooth chest, obviously well defined and muscular. No trace of fat. Strong, well defined arms flexed as they moved. Akihito felt butterflies flutter in his stomach. He wanted to lick and nibble along those muscles. Akihito's breathing increased as his heart began to pound inside his chest. A blush brightened his cheeks as he felt the flesh between his legs stir in arousal.

Asami approached Akihito, taking in the boy's state of excitement. A smirk pulled at his lips. Takaba Akihito really was something. Asami took a step, coming closer to the boy. Akihito flinched back, trying to close his legs and hide his blatant excitement from the man before him. But his legs were kept splayed apart, keeping his body and its reactions on display for his obvious captor. Asami Ryuichi.

"Don't come near me! Stay away!"

Asami grinned. "Your words say one thing, but your body says something completely different." With one hand, Asami reached out and took hold of Akihito's newly forming erection. Akihito gasped, in shock or pleasure, he was not sure. Asami's hand slid upward. Akihito shuddered. No other person, let alone another man, had ever touched his cock. Akihito groaned, his blue eyes closing as that hand took hold of his cock head. Squeezing slightly.

Asami leaned forward, his unoccupied hand cupping Akihito's cheek. He brought his lips down onto Akihito's much softer, lusher ones. Akihito's gasped, allowing Asami to deepen the kiss. Akihito growled, his teeth coming down on Asami's tongue. Asami pulled back, his golden eyes glinting with danger.

"What the fuck you think your doing bastard?!" Akihito snarled at him.

Asami smirked, enjoying the boy's spunk. Fisting one hand into Akihito's blond curls, Asami yanked Akihito's head back. "What a naughty mouth you have. I'll have to find a better use for it."

Still holding onto Akihito's hair, Asami shifted his head to none side. Asami pressed his face into the blond's neck, in hailing Akihito's unique scent mixed in with his own mix of soaps. Pressing his lips along the blond's slender neck, Asami kissed his way down the vulnerable spot. Leaving stinging nips in his wake. He felt Akihito shudder. Reaching the boy's shoulder, he traced his way up with a long slow glide of his neck. Akihito's breath stuttered. Asami licked a trail along Akihito's jaw, capturing his lips one more time. Akihito moaned, returning the kiss.

Asami's hand left Akihito's now fully erect cock. His hand slid over slender hips, up a to flat stomach, over ribs that were beginning to show unhealthily. Gentle fingers pressed along a slender chest. Flattening his hand, Asami slid the flat of his palm over sensitive nipples. Asami pulled away, causing a groan of disappointment to escape from Akihito. When Asami moved away completely, Akihito's blue eyes opened to level a glared at him.

"What the hell do you think you are doing bastard?!"

Asami raised one dark brow. "Upset?"

"Of course! Why wouldn't I be?! Look at what you've done to me!"

"This is meant to be a punishment, my cute little Takaba Akihito."

"P-p-punishment?"

""Yes Akihito. A punishment. After all, you did stake out my club for your work. There are consequences for that."

"You fucking bastard."

"You really do have a naughty mouth."

~ ĹoVĔ ÁŦŦÁĨŔ ~

The sun was just rising over the horizon as Detective Yamazaki entered the tired, worn down factory that had long since been in disuse. He could hear the quiet voices of several men coming from the old manager's office. The cracked windows and lack of a proper door, doing little to disguise them. With the creaking of old stairs on the verge of collapsing, the old detective made his way to the men awaiting his arrival. As he entered the dirt filled, debris strewn room, the men turned to face him. No polite greeting or warm welcome was given.

"Yamazaki, good work with that kid. The diet is free of his pesky self. Asami is doing our dirty work for us and if any blame come to fall for his disappearance and subsequent death, that bastard will take it. You have just felled two of our biggest threats in one fell swoop Detective."

The detective just nodded. His stomach bubbling with acid. He was not proud of what he had done for his own selfish reasons. He could care less about Asami Ryuichi, the bastard was a lowlife if there was ever one. But Takaba, Takaba Akihito was a good kid who was looking to do good in the world. The teen looked up to him, seeing him as the father he had lost so long ago. He was willing to do anything for the detective, even go on a dangerous stake out that involved dangerous men selling drugs and weapons. Yet there had been no deal last night. Just a false tip given by him, a word in the right year to lead Asami to an innocent kid and a whole lot of guilt.

"Now that the kid is gone and Asami soon to follow, all we need now is to get the police off our trail. You can handle that right Yamazaki?"

Akihito was in a daze. His breathing static. His body abuzz with a burning passion. He had no idea how long Asami had held him for, nor how long the man had been torturing him so wonderfully. If this was the man's idea of punishment, then Akihito knew he could grow quickly addicted to being naughty. Akihito moaned as the vibrator was thrust in and out of his ass, hitting him in all the right spots. Drool seeped from his mouth stretched wide by a black ball gag.

Asami once again took his aching cock into his mouth. The sensitive flesh flinching and begging for release. For all the time he had spent being aroused and pleasured by Asami, the man hadn't let him cum once. He had been denied release time and time again. The pleasure was becoming more painful and tears were beginning to stream down his flushed cheeks. Seeing his tears, Asami smirked. Pulling away, Asami looked to one side. At what, the blond could not see.

Asami grinned, his golden gaze flickering with dark delight. "You've suffered your punishment well my cute Akihito." Leaning forward, Asami lapped up Akihito's spilled tears.

The vibrator switched off and Akihito whimpered in a max of relief and disappointment. As the hard plastic left his body, Akihito couldn't help the plea that escaped him. "Shh, I'll take care of you now sweet little Akihito."

The gag was removed and Akihito cried in relief. Asami's hands cupped his jaw, strong fingers massaging the sore muscles. Akihito was brought to kneel on his knees atop the hard wooden table. His shoulders pressed flat to its surface, his hands shifted to rest cuffed together in the small of his back. He heard the rustling of fabric and shifted t try and see over his shoulder. A large hand came to rest atop his head, pressing his cheek flat to the tabletop. Another hand came to rest on his hip. He was pulled back, something far bigger than the fingers that had played inside of him earlier, and bigger than the hard plastic that had tortured him for so long, pressed against his ass. Slowly it pushed forward, demanding its way inside of his body.

"N-n-n— Ahhh— Asami!... Mmmm"

Akihito's body stretched around the invading object with little resistance. His body burning at the stretch, pleasure chills pervading his spinal cord. "Oh god— mmmvph— Asa-Asami— so big!... Mmm— it hurts... Please..."

Kept completely still, Akihito could only lay still and take what Asami gave him. The object, Asami's cock? It had to be. Nothing else cold be so warm and soft while so unyielding at the sane time. Moved in and out of him. Taking what it wanted and refusing to accept any denial. Hard hips smacked against his ass.

"Ahhhhh! ASAMI!"

Akihito's breath rushed out of him on a yell as the man taking him hit that sweet spot inside. His cock twitched. Asami hit the spot again. Akihito's vision went white. His body shuddered. He lost all sense of himself. White creamy fluid spilled form his aching cock. When he was finally able to come back into himself, he felt a warm fluid filling him to the brim. Asami's hips were slamming into him with enough force to leave bruising on the both of them. Then the man stilled. His chest pressed to Akihito's back, his forehead resting against Akihito's cheek. Asami's breath feathered against the still flushed flesh of Akihito's cheek. The ghost of a kiss slipped along Akihito's jaw and then Asami was gone. Pulling away and out. Moving away from Akihito and leaving the boy to feel cold in the warm room.

The restraints were removed and the feeling massaged back into his arms and legs. Soon, Asami was picking him up and carrying him into a rather lavishly appointed bathroom. Asami set Akihito down on a heated cushioned seat as he stripped himself of the rest of his clothing and set the water for the large shower set next to the tub. With care, he then began to wash the sweat and semen coating Akihito's body. Akihito was half asleep by the time Asami was finished with him, and completely gone by the time Asami finished washing himself.

Quickly, Asami dried them both. Picking the tired out Akihito up, he headed into a small bedroom. Pulling the bed clothes back, Asami laid Akihito onto the bed. He tucked the boy in, before retiring to the other side of the bed and falling into a deep sleep more fulfilling and refreshing than he had experienced in years.

~ ʟօʋɛ aʄʄaɨʀ ~

Asami woke to the feeling of a light weight pressing down on him. Instantly on alert, his eyes snapped open and he was reaching for the gun he always kept beside his bed. His gaze landed on a soft tuft of messy blond hair. Relaxing as his night and the pleasure he experienced with his new found prize, he relaxed. One hand came up to cup the back of Akihito's head. The boy was still completely asleep.

Sometime, during their slumber, the boy had maneuvered himself atop Asami until he was acting as a human blanket for the man. Asami chuckled. No one had ever cuddled up to him before, let alone acted as his blanket. Akihito truly was intriguing His other hand traced along the boy's spine, drawing out a moan from the slumbering blond. Sleepy blue eyes opened to look at him with an unfocused gaze.

Asami looked at the clock. "Evening Takaba Akihito."

The boy shuddered. "It's eve'ng 'wedy?"

"Mm. We went to bed quite late. Or should I say quite early?"

"Mmpf." Akihito rested his head back onto Asami's chest. "Not wedy ta be up yet." He rubbed at his cheek.

Akihito shifted, his body sliding along Asami's. Alerting them both to the state they were in. Akihito's eyes opened wide. Desire burning in their blue depths. Asami smirked. Akihito sat up, one hand reaching behind him to take a hold of Asami's manhood. He squeezed.

"Fuck your huge! No wonder it hurt. Bloody bastard, I can't believe you put that inside me."

Asami chuckled. "I don't remember you complaining any." Asami took in Akihito as he sat on him. "I would say you felt quite the opposite of complaining."

"I could go one more time, if you can. "

Asami raised a brow. "Is that a challenge?"

"Have any lube in that bedside table?"

Laughing genuinely, Asami reached in the table, pulling out a bottle of lubricant. Akihito took the bottle. Uncapping it, he poured a generous amount over his fingers. Leaning forward, one arm braced on Asami's chest for balance, he reached behind himself. Slowly sliding his fingers into his stretched out hole. He winced as his fingers met with the tender flesh. Gently he applied the lubricant generously to his lower half.

Sitting back up, he lifted himself up with legs made strung by years of out running others. He settled himself over Asami's way too big to be real dick, and lowered himself down to it. Luscious ass flush against groin, Asami and Akihito groaned in satisfaction. Akihito lifted himself up before slamming himself back down. Hard.

"Yessssss." Akihito hissed. His head thrown back, eyes closed.

Asami rested his head on crossed arms. His golden eyes blown with desire as he watched Akihito ride him with more enthusiasm than skill and whole hearted pleasure. The true pleasure that so obviously showed on the boy's face was refreshing compared to the skeeming whores who wrangled a night of sex out of him. And while Akihito lacked any true skill, it was the most pleasurable experience Asami had ever had.

Akihito's blue eyes popped open, wide. His mouth went slack, his body shuddered. Asami knew Akihito had just hit that sweet spot inside himself. Akihito tilted his hips,rose then thrust himself back down.

"AHHHH!" White cream spilled all over Asami's stomach and chest as Akihito came.

~ ĹoVĔ ÁŦŦÁĨŔ ~

Akihito rested on top of his bed, eyes closed. His body was sore both pleasantly and not so pleasantly. Sex with Asami was intense. More intense, and satisfying than Akihito had ever thought his first time could be. Even that so called punishment had been good. Even now Akihito wanted more, but he knew more was not to come.

He'd never been one to turn heads. He wasn't ugly, but nor was he some great beauty. Asami Ryuichi only took notice of him because he had gone digging into things most people ignored. He'd made himself a pest to the man. And so the man had punished him. Then they had really great, mind blowing sex afterwards. Now he was back in his tiny apartment, left and forgotten like day old food rotting in a fridge.

~ ĹoVĔ ÁŦŦÁĨŔ ~

Akihito jogged up the short stairway to Detective Yamazaki's apartment. Knocking, he waited impatiently. Hoping from one foot to the other. He knew his mentor who had taken him and his two best friends out of a life of less than stellar behavior, would be happy to see him. He had been missing for three whole days. Three whole days spent with non other than Asami Ryuichi.

The door opened, revealing a haggard Yamazaki. The detective had not shaved in days not had his hair met with a comb or soap. The detective looked as if he had not slept in days and he had lost a noticeable amount of weight. Tired eyes widened in shock as they landed on the young blond standing at his door.

"Takaba?! The detective gasped.

Akihito grinned broadly. "Yup! I'm still alive and kicking! Missed me there detective?"

Across the street and down the way a bit; sat a black, nondescript car. Neither photographer or detective took note of it. Inside sat a man for the world looked bookish. He wore his black suit buttoned up like some prim and proper virgin maid. Glasses that said bad eyesight sat on top a nose as straight as its owner sat. To any who saw him, he would appear stuffy and be unremarkable. Unmemorable. Just as the man wanted. Watching Akihito jog u the stairs, he pulled out a plan looking cell pone. He dialed a number only a few knew, one he knew by heart. The other end rang only once before being picked up. No greeting was made by the other party.

"It is just as you said Asami-sama. The kid is at the detective's place now."

The line went dead with his boss uttering not a single word. That was perfectly all right with the man in the car. He knew his boss better than the back of his hand. Checking his weapons, Kirishima Kei stepped out of the car.

~ ʟoνє ѧғғѧıя ~

Akihito stared at the gun pointed at him, dumbstruck. He swallowed, fear and hurt welling up inside him. Betrayal stinging him. "Ya-ma-s-san? Why?"

"You aren't supposed to be alive kid. That bastard Asami, he was supposed to kill you. That's what that bastard does."

Dread filled Akihito. He was supposed to die that night? Why was he allowed to live? Oh god. Tears stung his eyes.

"I'm sorry Takaba, I really did care about you. Loved you as if you were my own son. But you have to die."

Akihito closed his eyes. Not wanting to see when Yamazaki pulled the trigger. Not wanting that last bit of betrayal etched into his dying mind. The gun went off. Akihito felt a hard blow to one side of his body. He crashed to the floor.

The pain flooding his body was not what he had been expecting. Slowly, Akihito opened his eyes. The sight that greeted him, shocked him to his core. Detective Yamazaki lay on the floor, blood pooling around him. Standing in front of Akihito was Asami Ryuichi himself. Gun in hand.

"Asa-"

Two men entered the detective's home. Akihito recognized them as the two brutes from the night he'd first met Asami. The picked him up, checking him over for any sign of injury. Finding none, they herded him out of the home. Akihito didn't resist, still to shocked by the way his day had gone. He was ushered into a limo down the street. The two men were more gentle than he would expect. A few minutes later, Asami joined Akihito and the limo was moving away from the scene of a dead detective.

"You were supposed to kill me?"

Asami lit a cigarette. Without looking at Akihito, he answered. "No one hired me to off you kid. You were making a pest of yourself for that diet member. So some people who had him in their pocket decided to put you in my path. They figured I'd kill you or sell you off to some pervert. Doing their dirty work for them."

"But you didn't."

"I don't make it a habit of kill those who don't need it. Nor do I sell children into prostitution."

"I'm not a child."

"Your as innocent and naïve as one."

"Hmfh." Akihito crossed his arms over his chest. "What about Yama-san?"

"He was in bed with them. Owed a lot of money for gambling debts. They offered him a deal. Get you out of their hair by placing you within my sights, and he would be free." Asami's hand came up to ruffle Akihito's blond curls. "It must be hard on you kid. Betrayal never easy."

~ l๏שє คﾓﾓคเг ~

DEIT MEMBER ARRESTED!

Yesterday, diet member X X was arrested. He will be facing charges of statutory rape, sixteen counts of rape of a minor, possession of illegal drugs, possession of illegal firearms. As well accounts of kidnapping and attempted murder. Diet member as seen here on the left (picture taking by Takaba Akihito), with one of his victims...

~ ɭɷѵҽ aʆʆaɩɾ ~

OBITUARIES

Detective X Yamazaki died the afternoon of September twenty sixth. He was gunned down in his own home. It is currently suspected that the late detective had ties to a Chinese mafia out of Hong Kong. No details have been released thus far. However it is safe to assume that...