AN: Hello you guys! I made it to my country in one piece! I'm enjoying my time with my family and my little one has gotten to meet most of them already. This is a domestic sort of short, sweet and tender and just all-around nice. I hope you enjoy it.

I don't own anything.

Unbetaed.

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A Good Wife and His Husband

It was a Saturday morning and the routine of his day was disturbed by the pleasant surprise that Asami would be staying home today.

When he woke up this morning expecting to see Asami coming out of the closet with a suit picked out for a long day at work, instead, he was surptised to find Asami putting on a pair of sweatpants to complete his comfortable ensemble of bared chest and feet and nothing else other than those really comfortable looking pants. All that dark hair was still wet from a resent shower and lacked the gel which usually slicked it into perfection.

Instantly, Akihito knew the man wasn't going anywhere and was absolutely delighted. He even felt like teasing Asami a bit.

"You know…" he said in such a sickeningly sweet and innocent matter that it betrayed the attempt at innocence and revealed his thoughts were nowhere near as innocent as he wanted to appear. When Asami gave him his undivided attention he went for the kill. "You could have waited a bit or woken me up and we could have taken that shower together."

That was the most forward thing Akihito had said to Asami in months and it had taken the older man by surprised so much that it showed, if the slight widening of golden eyes was any indication. Asami smirked in a very self satisfied and hungry sort of way and walked with predatory grace to Akihito. He pulled the smaller man from his perch at the edge of the bed and held him tight to his much broader frame. He leaned down to reach Akihito's neck and made his way with small kisses until he reached the earlobe and pulled it into his mouth with sharp teeth.

"I will take that suggestion from now on when I wake up and wake you up instead of letting you sleep in."

Akihito gasped at the small bite on his earlobe but managed to compose himself enough to reply.

"Or you could just stay in bed a bit longer, holding me, until I wake up on my own."

"Perhaps, if I have the extra time to indulge in the future."

Akihito resolved to make it his mission for Asami to make that extra time to just laze about in bed with him.

"Are you staying home today?" He asked, more because he wanted to hear Asami confirm it than because he actually needed the confirmation.

"Yes, Kirishima insisted I take a day off. He's mothering me again." He chuckled at the ludicrousness of his needing someone to mother him.

Akihito was actually grateful, there was only so much he could do to slow down an obsessive, stubborn, workaholic like Asami and he more often than not feared for the man's health the way he just went on with those ridiculously long work hours. His slender arms wrapped themselves around Asami's waist in a rare tender and willing show of affection as his head laid on Asami's chest and he listened to the strong heartbeat. He must be in a mood, he decided, because usually he wasn't this affectionate pre-coitus and when he was both sober and wide awake. Asami must have realized it too, because the arms holding Akihito to himself tightened in response as if not wanting whatever had prompted Akihito to be so willingly demonstrative at the moment to end.

Asami enjoyed their little cat and mouse games, liked them even, but this was… really good, he realized. He liked this side of Akihito very much; perhaps he should take days off more often? He never thought himself to be one for this sort of thing but the domesticity of the situation was actually very pleasant.

One of his hands moved to lift Akihito's face upwards and away from his chest so he could kiss his lover. Akihito responded without struggle and they kissed slowly and languidly, Akihito's arms wrapped around Asami's strong neck as he stood on his tiptoes for better reach. It was a perfect.

At some point Asami was picking up Akihito bridal style and carefully depositing him back on the bed, they explored each other slowly and worshipped their bodies for hours.

By mid morning they were taking a shower together to wash up the sweat and other bodily fluids of their vigorous coupling, Asami seemed very satisfied with himself for being able to have one last go at it in the shower without having to do much to coax Akihito into giving in. This day off business was turning out better than he expected, he would give Kirishima a raise.

Akihito had gotten out of the shower first and rushed through getting dressed so he could have breakfast close to done by the time Asami was out of the shower. His idea of getting dressed had been just putting on those camo-print boxers he liked so much and his 'kiss the cook' apron. Asami walked into the kitchen to find Akihito dishing up some rice and felt the need to oblige, he held his lover from behind and turned his face slightly to kiss the rosy lips, and Akihito could not contain the small smile the tender kiss produced.

Breakfast was rather amenable, they spoke of inconsequential things and the goings on in Akihito's life - mainly it was Akihito ranting about Mitarai and Asami being rather amused by his lover being swindled out of a very good paying job – and Asami spoke of some upcoming events he would have to attend and the goings on in Tokyo. When they were done Akihito picked up the dishes and took them to the sink, Asami watched from the door as his lover yawned his way through washing the dishes. He remembered the photographer had had a long night of chasing people around and was probably still tired.

He would never know where the urge came from but he suddenly found himself doing the washing while Akihito dried and put away the dishes, shooting Asami grateful smiles and peeking at him from the corner of his eyes as if trying to make sure the man was really there and this was actually happening.

Asami had to take an important call right before lunch and had been at it for about two hours when the door to his home office opened after a small nock. Akihito entered with a plate filled with all his favorites and something in Asami's chest tightened at the thought that his lover had probably been waiting to eat together for quite some time but ended up giving up and just brought his share in so he could eat it at his earliest convenience. The thought of having missed out on being able to share the meal together left an oddly empty feeling inside him that he was not entirely comfortable with.

Later on, Asami sat on his favorite chair in the living room reading the world finances newspaper while Akihito walked back and forth and in and out of rooms in the condo. Asami tried to ignore it but soon gave up on it; he helped Akihito collect the laundry if only to stop him from making him dizzy… or so he told himself. Once he made it back to his newspaper he was again distracted from it, this time by his need to analyze his own behaviors, and was surprised when a small snack and a cold drink were set next to him. This day was to be filled of foreign events, he realized.

He gave up completely on the newspaper and instead settle for watching Akihito clean in his skimpy camo-print boxers and apron, which now were complemented by a camo-print bandana Asami had not seen before. Every time Akihito reached up to dust high shelves his hands twitched in need to grope the camo covered globes of Akihito's ass. He wanted to run his tonge up the stretch spine and have his wicked way with his scantily dressed lover. He forwent his desires for the time being in order to let Akihito finish his house work and texted Kirishima that they needed more high selves in the living room just so he could watch the blond clean them during his next day off. Who knew watching Akihito clean could be so enticing? Asami certainly didn't before today but he wanted to make it a point to be around more often so he could enjoy more days like today.

Late afternoon found a still tired Akihito laying face down on the couch watching cartoons of all things while Asami went over some really important documents he needed to sign.

Something about the way those hazel eyes fighting to stay open across the room made Asami want to comfort Akihito, if he didn't know better Asami would think he was going soft. Still, he found himself putting aside his documents and making his way to the couch where he put Akihito's legs on his thighs and began to massage the young man's aching feet.

"Stop fighting it and take a nap already." He said gently

"I can't," Akihito yawned. "Have to start dinner soon."

"Don't worry about that, just get some rest I'll take care of it. You've done enough for one day." Asami coaxed and thinking Asami meant he would order some food, Akihito fell asleep.

He woke up to the smell of food and followed it to the kitchen where he found Asami in a different set of sweatpants and wearing his 'kiss the cook' apron as he stood before the stove preparing steaks for a western style dinner, a bottle of wine and two glasses sat on the counter waiting to be set on the table with the rest of the food.

Akihito gave in to the suggestion and went ahead and kissed the cook, smiling happily at the image of Asami cooking dinner for two.

"I didn't know you could cook." He admitted.

"I wasn't always rich, during high school I had to learn to cook for myself since I could not pay others to cook for me and ordering in was too expensive." Was all Asami said and Akihito wished he knew more about what Asami's life was like before they met, specially the years of infancy and before he was the biggest fish in the little pond called Tokyo. Somehow he thought Asami had always been upper class and this revelation was rather surprising in a world paradigm tilting sort of way.

They sat for dinner, which was delicious, and watched a movie after while having some drinks. Akihito was seating on Asami's lap and all the lights were off to enhance the scare factor of the B rated movie, Asami held him at the waist and at some point Akihito fell asleep right there with his head on Asami's chest.

He wondered if this was what it was like for a married couple, he would have to ask Suoh next time he sees him. Asami found he really liked this kind of domestic peace and perhaps he will just go ahead and take a weekly day off from now on so he can experience this part of life more often.

The man who rules Tokyo took his lover in his arms and laid him on the bed gently. He crawled in and held the smaller body close as he drifted into slumber.

This aspect of life with Akihito, he could really get used to it.