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Chapter 4

"Nice place you've got here." Akihito joked, standing stock still as if he was nailed to the wooden door, his feet melting into the worn out carpet in Asami's serviceable hotel room. Asami had a private, albeit small room, while his crew doubled up. So he could do whatever he wanted in his serviceable hotel room, including building a fort with sheets or raiding the mini-bar of its mini-bottles, or attempting to ensnare the adorable creature before him. No, not attempt, he would succeed.

"Bedbug free since '03." He said, as he rummaged through his drawers looking for the spare t-shirt, giving a glance every once in a while at Akihito, who seemed really, really, really nervous, so nervous that he'd taken a liking to the ugly replica of the painting of Washington Crossing the Delaware. It had been there so long, that the American Flag's red stripes had faded to a dull pink and the river's blue water had turned an industrial green.

He found the t-shirt (the biggest one he could find so it would hang off Akihito's shoulder, exposing that slender neck) and slowly, casually walked to where Akihito was standing, which didn't take long seeing has his room was so small.

Akihito's arms were crossed behind his back in a soldier's at-ease position, like that would protect his ass from Asami's perverted thoughts. If Akihito wasn't his prey for tonight, he would have tossed him the t-shirt but he wanted to get right in the boy's face, to be a witness to that heated blush, which hadn't abated since they stepped into the suite. His room must be just oozing with his pheromones, or his sweaty gear, not that there was much difference between the two.

"Try this on." He said, and handed the too big shirt to him, their hands touched for just an instant before he withdrew and took just one step back, still invading the boy's personal space, though. Still a little too close. He noticed Akihito echo the movement, hitting the door instead. There was no place to run, no place to hide, and no one would hear him scream. Oh wait, well, maybe they would, seeing as the walls were almost paper thin. He was going to have to play this…..cool, but then again, maybe he wouldn't.

He grinned when Akihito pulled off the beer soaked shirt and dropped it on the chair and put the other one quickly on. Not quick enough, because Asami's breath caught a little when he got a view of that taut waist that curved slightly, so inviting, so enticing, that he thought he wouldn't be able to control his impulse to run his fingers down it, to pull Akihito to him, his perverted hand gripping that rounded waist.

"Captain Asami?" Akihito asked, and Asami realized he was staring at Akihito, lost in his perverted thoughts. "Earth to Captain Asami." He said, and he smiled so sweetly, that Asami felt his stomach flip-flop. Asami the Great? Going ga-ga over this….this…boy?

He coughed. "The shirt is big, but at least you won't smell like beer." He said finally. He liked how it hit Akihito right at the thigh. He'd like to see it on him without the faded jeans underneath, but he could imagine it, he had a good imagination, a perverted imagination, that is. "Here, go look at yourself in the mirror in the bathroom." He said pointing to the bathroom, which smelled like Asami's sandalwood cologne overpowering the smell of bathroom cleanser.

Akihito took a few more steps into the room and into the outdated bathroom and admired himself in the mirror as he adjusted his too big t-shirt. His eyes sparkling from the overhead heat lamp, his face red from too much sake and too much flirting was hard for Asami to bear. He leaned against the door jamb, watching his little prey model for him, and him alone.

"Yeah, it's a little big. He said. Oh well, it can't be helped."

Oh yeah, it's a little big all right.

"Uh huh." Asami mumbled grinning broadly, but mostly at his own perverted thoughts. His face was starting to hurt, he hadn't grinned this much since the Giants won the World Series in 2010.

"Do you mind if I smoke?" He sat back down, grabbed some cigarettes and clapped the pack of Camels against his thigh, making a smacking noise, packing them down.

"No, not a problem. But, should a firefighter be smoking?" He asked, coming out of the bathroom to stand at the door again. Yet he made no move to go. "That seems a little ironic."

"I enjoy the smell of smoke, so…uh…I tend to overindulge." He said flippantly and without any apology. Apologies were for the weak.

Akihito laughed, and it sounded so charming that Asami laughed a little back.

"Isn't this a non-smoking room?" Akihito said, and pointed to the sign with the cigarette and the big red slash through it. He grinned like he found an undiscovered treasure hidden in Asami's room.

"I tend to be a rule-breaker." He replied and lit up the cigarette, inhaled deeply and let it dangle out of his mouth. His legs, he parted in a manner that looked like he was relaxing, at ease, when in fact, he was just showing off…the goods.

"A rule-breaker, huh. I guess you don't get to be the Great by following the rules." He said, and helped himself to the chair across from Asami, pulling at the shirt so it bunched at the waist. His right leg disappeared underneath him, his left leg swung back and forth as if it was a cat's tail. "So how much of that story Crash told was true?"

"He embellished it a bit. But I am paid to save lives. So, it was all in a day's work, I guess you could say." He flicked ash into an empty soda can, seeing as there was no ash-tray in his non-smoking room. "So, how did you get that scar? Some heroic deed of your own?" He pointed to the scar that was peeking out from under the shirt.

"No, not really. I was in the wrong place, caught between two rival gangs. Who knew that the Russian Mafia was trying to take over La Eme's* turf?"

"You were shot by a gang member?" He asked, his eyebrow raised slightly. "And lived?"

"Yeah, Russian guy got me, by the name of Yuri….was known as the Choker." He shrugged, and rubbed the spot on his shoulder. "Guess he was a bad shot."

"Was?"

"He's dead, found in a shallow grave in Mexico. La Eme's head honcho likes me, I guess." He continued to rub the spot, as if it ached.

"How did you make such a powerful friend?" He asked, stubbing out his cigarette.

"You want to hear this story?" He asked cocking his head slightly, which Asami found he liked that little head tilt, a lot. "It's a heartbreaker."

"I'm all ears." He replied. Actually, he was all ego.

"It was a dark and stormy night…." He said and Asami laughed. "No really, it was. When it rains, people here forget how to drive."

"Yeah, I've been witness to that."

"Well, anyway, there was a bad accident on the I-5 Freeway, and I was the first press on the scene, so I was going to take some footage, you know for storm watch." He said and waved his hands in the air like he was crazy. "Stooooormmm watch….so scary."

Asami laughed, a hearty laugh, a genuine laugh. He hadn't laughed this much in a long time. "Yeah, it rains a ½" and Southern Californians start building arks."

He chuckled and leaned forward dramatically. "I come upon the accident and there was a man on the curb, cradling something. He was sobbing. I've never seen a grown man sob like that."

"He was in the accident?"

"Yeah, he was cradling his dead baby. Someone plowed into the back of his car, going 100, in the rain." He sighed before continuing, "That idiot…anyway, the baby was killed instantly."

Asami's smile fell. "What does it have to do with La Eme?" He asked.

"He was covered in tattoos affiliated with La Eme. When I brought out my camera, he begged me to not shoot any video, so I didn't."

"That could have made your career, footage of a gang member crying." The boy had integrity. He hoped the boy had a willing body to go with that integrity.

Akihito's tears started suddenly, silently rolling down his face. "Yeah, I couldn't do it. It would have been wrong. Anyway, I grabbed my umbrella and just held it over him, while he sobbed. Sorry, this story, I don't talk about it often. It was the first dead child I've seen and I hope it's the last." He said, and wiped the tears from his face. Asami was a sucker for a man's tears. Something about it always made him want to wipe them away with a finger, comfort their confused emotions.

"It's a powerful thing, to see a gang member reduced to tears." He said, and rose and sat on the edge of Akihito's chair. He wanted to kiss those tears away. He wanted to caress that spot on his shoulder that the boy kept rubbing all through his story.

Akihito didn't seem to notice his closeness. "Yeah, I guess I have a tattooed guardian angel or something because next thing I knew, Yuri was dead and all my hospital bills were paid." He wiped the tears from his face that dropped from his red rimmed eyes, but they just kept coming. "Sorry."

"Akihito, look at me." He said, and Akihito turned to him. Asami cupped his face and gently, with his thumb, wiped the tears that dripped from Akihito's eyes. "It's ok, if you cry, everybody cries." Everyone, except Asami the Great that is.

He could feel Akihito's pulse race underneath his palm, his breathing faltered and his eyes, those hazel tear filled eyes, met his. He took a chance, leaned over and kissed him, gently, his lips gliding back and forth against Akihito's lips. It tasted salty, but it was nice. Akihito sat very still, taking a very shallow breath and seemingly holding it.

"What….what are you doing?" He asked finally, his hands coming up to either clutch at Asami's shirt or push him away. He wasn't sure.

"You've been sending me mixed signals all night, Akihito." He whispered seductively. "You didn't like it when I kissed you?"

"I…I'm not sending anything…you're…I have to go now." He said, and tried to get up but Asami's broad arm blocked him. Akihito glared with huge hazel eyes and shrunk back into the chair, as if the shabby fabric could save him.

The right corner of Asami's lip curled, like an animal's snarl. "Tell me I'm wrong, Akihito, and I'll let you leave." He said, and his hand drifted down and fondled Akihito's growing package through his jeans, he was already feeling it. "I'm not wrong, I've never been wrong, and I'll show you how right this could feel." His voice was low, almost purring with its erotic delivery.

"Mmmnn," Akihito moaned and bit his lip, and Asami felt his jeans instantly tighten. Like instant soup, just add Akihito's cute little moans. "You're wrong." Akihito whispered his eyes clenched tight.

"I don't think so." He whispered in his ear. "I think you like playing with me, toying with me. Blushing and looking away, tempting me. How am I supposed to respond to that?" The sexual tension, that tension, Asami could feel it. It felt like the charged air before a thunderstorm, rumbling low, just beyond the horizon, bringing with it the promise of rain, the promise of a night they both wouldn't forget.

It couldn't be his imagination, could it?

"I haven't been doing anything." Akihito said rather angrily.

The coil that had steadily tightening in the pit of his aching loins all evening snapped and Asami was on him, pinning Akihito in the chair, his large arms on either side of him, caging him with his body. He wasn't going anywhere. "Tell me what you want, Akihito." He whispered it, but it came out demanding, a command to be followed, and a command to be obeyed. There were great rewards for those who obeyed him, and swift punishments for those who didn't.

"I….I don't want anything." Akihito was trembling and blushing at the same time. If he didn't know any better, he'd think the boy had a fever. "Let me up, this isn't funny." He was glaring angrily again, his hands in his lap in a fruitless attempt to hide his growing hard-on.

"Tell me what you want, Akihito." He said a little louder, and a little more forceful.

"I said….I. Don't. Want. Anything." He said and emphasized each word with a poke of his finger in his chest and a flash of defiance in his eye. "Bastard." He added with another finger poke.

Asami smirked. "Bastard? I rather like the sound of that."

"You're…you're sick, I'm leaving." He said and started to rise again. Asami was so tempted to just take him right there, but instead, he just held his position, unmoving, as if he was a boulder that needed to be removed with dynamite.

"You want me, admit it." He whispered again, his breath moving the tiny blond strands hanging over Akihito's ear. "You want me to tease you, don't you? Kiss that scar on your shoulder? Heal it with my tongue? My skillful tongue would love to taste every inch of that beautiful body of yours. Maybe I should start my feast at those pink pert nipples, mmm? So like Hershey's kisses, will they taste as sweet as those, my adorable Akihito?" With one finger he lightly brushed Akihito's shoulder than moved down to circle his right nipple. Akihito inhaled audibly.

Oh no, he wasn't wrong.

"Ohhh…god." He said, breathlessly, whispering through clenched teeth. "You're full of yourself." Although his eyes didn't agree, they looked so aroused that Asami just said to himself, fuck playing this fucking game and lifted the boy from the confines of his chair. "Stop it! Put me down, what are you doing?" The boy yelled at the top of his lungs, and hitting him with his fists. Asami almost cringed. Almost.

"Shhh….the walls are thin." He threw Akihito on the faded comforter, the mattress making a creaking sound and sagging a little in the middle. Asami hovered over him, taking in that adorable blush that hadn't faded.

He half expected Akihito to fight back, but he didn't, he just clutched at Asami's shirt and stared defiantly into his eyes. "If you want me to stop, you need to tell me to stop, I won't force you." Asami said sweetly, his honeyed words dripping from his teeth like venom from a serpent's fangs.

He'd persuade, cajole and sweet-talk his way into Akihito's pants, but not force. Not much anyway. "You want me to take that hard cock you've been hiding in my mouth and suck it like a Popsicle on the Fourth of July."

He struggled, his pelvis rubbing against Asami's swollen member. "Popsicle….who the fuck says that, Asami." He whispered, and Asami noticed he had dropped his captain title now. His hands shook, his eyes shone with lingering tears, he bit his lip in concentration, as if trying to figure out a complicated puzzle. The puzzle was, Asami surmised, that he had some lingering sexuality issues. "Please….I want…." He averted his gaze.

Or maybe not.

"What do you want Akihito?" He said and nipped Akihito's lips lightly with his teeth. "Please… take me? Is that what you want to say?"

"Stop talking like that." His breathing was so shallow and strained, it was a wonder the boy was still fighting back. "Please, let me go…."

He ignored that request. "After I use my talented tongue on that adorable cock of yours, you're going to beg me to let you finish. But I won't. I won't let you, not yet. You're going to beg me to lick that ass of yours, get it prepared for my cock, get it so wet that lube won't be needed. I will torture you, Akihito. What I will do to that beautiful body….it should be illegal." Actually it is illegal, depending on where you are in the world.

Asami was delighted to see a wet spot forming on Akihito's jeans, he liked to talk dirty, and obviously, Akihito liked to hear it. "I'm going to suck you until you cum, running my tongue up and down your cock. I can tell you have a nice package, so hard for me. Touch it. Touch it yourself, show me what you like, Akihito. Show me how I can please you."

Akihito's head rolled from side to side and he swallowed hard, as if he was saying no, but suddenly, slowly, his hand let go of Asami's now rumpled shirt, and touched his cock through the confines of his jeans. He moaned a low moan through his clenched teeth.

Oh yeah, for sure, he wasn't wrong.

"Beautiful….what do you want me to do?"

"Kiss…." He whispered, his eyes closed as if he wanted to enhance his other senses.

"Kiss you where? Tell me, I want you to feel so good, you'll feel like dying."

"Kiss me….my lips."

Asami was more than happy to oblige. "We'll take it slow." He said and plunged his tongue in that hot waiting mouth, his 5 o'clock shadow making a scraping noise across Akihito's soft skin. Akihito moaned into his mouth and he swallowed it eagerly, like water to a dying man. The kisses were tentative, sweet in fact. Akihito didn't know what to do with his tongue, didn't know what to do with his other hand. Asami wondered if Akihito had ever been with a woman, much less a man.

His other hand was busy though, fondling himself through his jeans.

Asami pulled back, admiring the string of saliva that still connected them together. "That was nice." He said, and meant it. Akihito looked terrified, as if he'd walked into a horror movie, and he was the sacrificial virgin. Actually, he was. "How did it feel? Ok?" He asked, waiting for Akihito's breath to catch up with him.

"It was….nice, like you said." He replied. "But I'm a guy and….this is…." He pointed to the large tent in his pants. "I just never thought of men that way."

"Until I came along. Maybe you're just gay for me." He said, and laughed when Akihito glared. He rose up on his knees and pulled Akihito with him, in a sitting position. "I'll let you take the lead, then."

Akihito nodded shyly, and it was so cute Asami wanted to give up this painfully slow wooing and just take him already. He may be letting Akihito take the lead, but he was still the guide. "Kiss me Akihito, pull me to you."

Asami was surprised that Akihito followed his instructions. He pulled Asami's head to him, a warm hand clutching the back of his neck, and very tentatively, Akihito kissed him, almost chastely, but then, as if he was going to eat something warm and soft, Akihito opened his mouth slightly and his pink tongue plunged inside Asami's mouth.

When Asami kissed another man, it was often more like a wrestling match than a dance. More like war than lovemaking, with both parties meeting on neutral ground. There are no sweet words, no gentle caresses. But Akihito's sweet tentative kisses which made little popping sounds in the quiet room made Asami feel so young, as to be a teenager with his first crush, making out under the bleachers.

Akihito got bolder, retreating and advancing, using his tongue to fuck Asami's mouth, holding his breath and then gasping for air before turning his head to explore further, just living on the air between them. The kiss tasted of desperation now, as if Akihito let all his cares go, and just focused on their lips, holding them together just for this instant in time. Both hands pulled at Asami's face and kept him there, the boy moaning from the kisses or from the friction of his hard in his jeans or both.

Asami pushed air from his mouth into that sweet cavern, as the tender kisses morphed into a battle of tongues. They played their war game, where teeth became a weapon, their tongues a sword. The lips comforted the wounded flesh that became swollen and red as they continued their frenzied melee. Asami wasn't aware when Akihito removed his shirt, but he followed suit and he pressed his body against Akihito's dewy chest, so beautiful in its perfection, well-toned and asking, no begging, him to touch. So he did with feather-lite caresses, his fingers ghosting across, mapping the terrain before him.

Asami was being driven slowly insane by Akihito's relentless kisses, he wanted to move on, to the next thing on his little list of seductions, but Akihito, it seemed, had other ideas.

Asami found himself on his back, a wonton Akihito straddling him, his hard-on grinding against Asami's groin, Akihito's brow furrowed in pleasure, head thrown back and whimpering like an animal in heat. Akihito was moaning in such pleasure just from the simple friction and the heat of his own rocking, back and forth, around, up and down that to Asami it felt like agony and ecstasy at the same time.

A sharp clack broke the heated air of his room, as he unbuckled Akihito's black leather belt. The thin leather belt, so much like a leash came off with a snap like a whip. Akihito was still lost in his dry humping. Akihito was in the driver's seat, shifting back and forth against Asami's firm cock. Akihito jerked suddenly, eyes closed tightly, breath so choked he almost thought Akihito came in his own pants.

"Asami," he whispered, his arms dancing to the beat of his own breathing, touching himself as if it were a lover's hands around his nipples. "Asami." He whispered again.

"So beautiful, Akihito." He whispered back, lost in the vision of this adorable boy, so eager, so truly wild, that he almost didn't want to taint him with the devil within himself. He grabbed Akihito's hips and rolled him over so he was on top. Akihito's zipper came down and Asami now freed that red and swollen cock that was oozing like a wound, so ready to be healed of the torture that now claimed it.

"Scared." He said only that one word but there was so much honesty in that one word that Asami almost shuddered at taking the boy's virginity. Almost, but not quite. Someone had to take it, might as well be him.

"I will be gentle." He promised. But he was lying. There was no being gentle tonight. No matter what he did, it was going to hurt, but he would make sure that they both enjoyed it, that was his way.

He hated to break the mood, but the jeans needed to go, his own jeans needed to go. "Strip….slowly." He ordered, and as he watched, his eyes absorbing the sight, Akihito pulled at the bottom of his tight jeans, and Asami got a look at those milky thighs, ready for him to run his tongue up and down them, drink in that soft skin, relish that firm muscle. "Akihito…." He breathed, "damn, you're adorable."

Giving Asami a lustful, aroused and almost teasing look, Akihito rose to his knees and a little at time pushed each corner of his briefs down, rocking his hips to his own music. He looked up through half-lidded eyes, locking eyes with Asami, who watched with fascination. "Slow…." He ordered again, "I get so much pleasure just watching you, Akihito." Asami now assumed that the boy was feeling the effects of the sake, which kind of had a creeper effect, even the cheap stuff. His own jeans, he pulled off and threw without fanfare and Asami caught the look of fear and the look of lust in Akihito's eyes when he saw his cock.

Oh yeah, he was not wrong.

Asami loved the naked sight of this boy. Akihito was almost hairless, only a light dusting of pelvic hair was the only indication that the boy was past puberty. On closer inspection, and his eyes were inspecting every inch of that body, he realized Akihito shaved.

Akihito face grew bright red when his boxers came off, and he discarded them, lost amongst the sea of clothing on the floor. He sat back on his heels, waiting, as if he wasn't sure what to do next, his cock twitching and wet with pre-cum.

"I'm a little drunk." He said, breaking the silence between them. He shrugged.

"Come here, Akihito." He said giving another order which he expected to be obeyed, and not waiting for Akihito to move, he yanked him towards into his lap. Their cocks rubbed sending tingles up and down Asami's body, his hands immediately finding the valley of his ass. Soon, his fingers would explore that valley. Sooner, he hoped, rather than later.

"Ooohhh," Akihito moaned. Akihito had two volumes, loud and louder. He so wished they were at his sound-proofed apartment, so he could hear those sweet moans fill his ears with that erotic song.

Asami pushed him not so gently backward, hovering over him again, his lips right at Akihito's nipples. He grasped Akihito slim hips, feeling the bones through his fingers, the muscles tightening as his lips inhaled his right nipple. Akihito did a little inhaling of his own as that already beaded nipple perked, glistening with his saliva.

"You like this don't you." He said, as his fingers traced the lines of sinewy muscle in Akihito's abs. "Admit it."

Akihito threw his arms over his blushing face. "Nooooo." He whined and moaned at the same time as Asami moved to the other lonely nipple and in short order, produced a twin of the other one.

"Admit it." He said, louder this time. His tongue, of which he was so proud, tasted that sweet and salty skin, so soft under his tongue as he travelled lower until he was hovering over Akihito's cock. Watching Akihito's face light up with desire as he licked that lovely cock made the agonizingly slow seduction worthwhile.

He was his.

He overlooked Akihito's dripping cock, for now. Akihito was on the verge of release and if he so much as touched it, he might explode. Akihito wanted him to touch it, could see it in his eyes that desire to be released. But Akihito had to wait, he had to wait.

With both hands, Asami pushed Akihito's two mounds apart, admiring that pink hole of his. Beautiful. He inhaled the scent of musk and spice, and before he could even touch his tongue to it, Akihito let out a loud, wild moan and bucked like a horse, his legs spreading even wider. "Not there." He whined.

"Don't deny me a taste." Taking a breath, his tongue slid upward, the very tip touching Akihito's balls, which moved on their own. The tiny muscles puckering around his tongue as his fingers searched, finding that perk, pink hole, sharing the space with his tongue. Akihito bit back a moan, resisting the intrusion of a finger in is ass for the first time. One finger dug deeper, seeking that spot, which he found easily and brushed lightly against.

"Kuso!" He swore and bucked again, his hands gripping the bedframe. His cock, Asami noticed, jolted and hit him in the stomach, sending pre-cum flying through the air to land on Asami's ugly comforter. Who the fuck cares?

Asami raised an eyebrow at the unrestrained use of Japanese and continued to lick that pink hole as Akihito rocked his hips, fucking that finger. He added another finger, listening as Akihito's breath tightened in pain. He paused just for an instant and not waiting for Akihito to get adjusted, he added another finger. The three fingers dug deep until they could go no further, before he pulled them out and plunged them back it.

"Aaa!" Akihito bit back a yell, his lips bright red contrasting with his white teeth.

"Deijoubu ka?" Asami asked, resorting to Japanese himself. He liked how it flowed over his tongue, his lips remembering what time had almost forgotten.

"Hurts." He answered, not opening his eyes, the declaration making him clench them even tighter, a single teardrop forming in the corner of his right eye.

He loved that look of pain and pleasure radiating from his face. "Relax, I'll make you feel good." He promised the trembling boy, his other hand finding Akihito's cock and stroking it softly.

The legs quivered on either side of him, tremors racing inside of Akihito's body from his buried finger tips, his tongue joined in, tasting and licking at the soft lining inside of Akihito's hole. Asami's cock stiffened as Akihito grabbed his hair and pushed against him with his hips.

"Nnngh." Akihito moaned, a little louder. He hoped the neighbors were enjoying this feast of erotic sound because he certainly was.

Akihito's quivering intensified as Asami's nose banged hard into his valley, the tongue skillfully licking inside, stopping every few moments to adjust the level of moisture. Akihito's ass was so wet, that it made slurping noises with the movement of his fingers.

Asami let go of Akihito's cock and reached for the condom he had hidden in the covers. With a wordless cry out of Akihito's dry mouth, Asami pulled his fingers from Akihito's well prepared ass and Akihito finally opened his eyes only to stare at the ceiling, his throat bobbing with his shallow panting.

"Akihito, look at me." He said, and Akihito obeyed. Akihito blushed adorably, obviously still embarrassed by this whole situation he found himself in. Akihito's eyes widened when he realized what Asami was doing, as in putting on a condom and positioning his rather large cock at that abused hole.

"Is it going to hurt?" He asked, his eyes widening even further with the question. Asami didn't answer for a moment.

"I promised I would be gentle, but I can't say it won't hurt, but it will feel good too, I'll see that it does."

He nodded and put his hands over his eyes again, as if that would block out the pain. With a gentle shove, Asami broke past the first ring of muscle and stopped, as Akihito let out a low cry, sounding like a wounded animal. He held very still, his breathing almost stopping, his muscles tensed like wood.

"Bastard." He groaned.

"Relax." He said and pushed in a little farther, his brow furrowing in concentration, the sweat dripping into his eyes.

"Hurts, please….pull it out!" He said his hips wriggling like that would get the offending item out of his ass.

"Akihito….push into me." He ordered.

"Please…" He begged. Fresh tears dripped down his face, his hands pushed at Asami's chest. "It hurts you asshole!"

"Relax." He said again. "Let me in, Akihito." He demanded forcefully as he wiped the now beading sweat from his brow. Akihito was so tight. He stead Akihito's legs further apart as he pushed harder.

"Uhhh…." Akihito mumbled and Asami felt those tight muscles relax and push back onto him and agonizingly slow he made his advance, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt, his face hovering at Akihito's neck. "Oh god." Akihito whispered. "How did I get talked into this?"

There was some sort of growl, and Asami realized it was him making that feral noise, as he sped up his thrusts as Akihito tried in vain to push him off. "Don't make me tie you up." He grunted, and he meant it.

He began to move in and out, the waves of pleasure driving him nuts. He couldn't hold back, and each time he pushed forward, he did it a little faster, a little deeper. Slowly, he felt Akihito stop fighting, his body start crashing back into his as he drove himself forward and back, keeping time with his own strained breathing.

Akihito's sweat soaked milky cheeks met his own slapping of his thighs as he pounded into that virgin hole. Akihito tensed, and grasped his flinging member, timing his stroking to Asami's thrusts. "Asami." He whispered, choking on the word as he neared climax. He tightened around Asami's thrusting cock and the friction almost burned, even feeling it through the condom.

With a strained grunt, and his lips turned white from the pressure of his teeth, Akihito suddenly released over his own hand, the cum mixing with Asami's sweat making a river of their coupling. The smell of that musky scent and the tightness of that ass, made Asami's thrusts falter, his hips lost that momentum as he fought the sweat in his eyes. It was almost as he could smell the lust coming off of Akihito. He arched and closed his eyes tight, nearing release.

In silence, he plunged deep, one last time, his eyes saw only white stars. His breath faltered as he came hard into that tight hole, his legs quivering with the feeling of it, shaking as he filled the condom to the brink, his white essence doubling back on himself.

He continued thrusting, emptying himself off all that pent up energy, giving that energy to the boy under him. He opened his eyes, half expecting to find the boy spent and sleeping. He didn't expect that look, that look of annoyance.

"How the fuck am I supposed to work tomorrow? My ass hurts, you bastard!" He said, and he prodded Asami, who got the hint and pulled out.

"How about a warm shower? I'll wash you."

"Oh no." He said, and got up gingerly, his hand on his back. "I'm sobered up now, I can't believe it…." He clutched his fists angrily. "That was…what the hell." He stumbled and almost fell. Asami got up to help him, but he pushed the hand away.

"Akihito, look at me." Asami demanded. "Why are you so pissed off?"

His face got red. "I don't know….I just am." He said, and grabbed his clothes and limping slightly, went to the bathroom, locking it behind him.

Asami lit a cigarette, and sat back on the chair again to wait for his boy to come out of the bathroom. He wasn't letting him leave, not like this. That little sexcapade made him so hot, he was thinking about another round.

Noisily, Akihito came out of the bathroom, his cell phone in his hand. "Gotta go, I got a text…ya know….work." He said, and looked up, blushing at the still naked Asami who reclined lazily on the chair.

"I see." He said, and took a deep drag off his cigarette. "Don't lie, Akihito."

"Yeah well. It was…..um….real." He said, and his hand felt for the chrome door handle. But before he could turn it, Asami was on him, stopping his momentum.

"I will see you again." Asami stated matter-of-factly.

"Well, unless San Francisco suddenly breaks off and floats to Southern California….I doubt it."

"I will see you again." He stated again more forcefully.

"You know saying it twice doesn't make it so. Goodbye Asami. Thanks for the fuck, I guess I should say." He turned the handle, and before Asami could say another word, he left, limping a little as he headed down the hall.
Asami smirked, and mentally added another notch to his belt.
He would see the boy again, he was sure of it.