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Asami's limo pulled up to the entrance of Club Sion around 5:30pm that same afternoon. He graciously exited the plush car with a signature cigar dangling between his lips. His slick back dark hair, with a few strands deciding not to stay in place fell upon his forehead, matching perfectly his chiseled features. His golden orbs scanned the patrons lining up to get inside.

"Oh my god, it's the owner," one woman whispered to her friends excitedly and they all turned simultaneously to look at the man they heard much gossip about. They began giggling and whispering in hushed tones as they stole quick glances of him, causing Asami to raise a brow at their childish behavior. He was used to all the attention he got when he decided to use the front entrance to the club, but he wasn't prepared for the consequences of that particular action this evening.

He calmly strolled up toward the entrance, bodyguards in tow as the people parted like the red sea to let him through. He made to make his way past the group of girls when he heard very audible sighs and kyaaa's, something akin to a swarm of bees buzzing in his ears.

First it was one, then two, then a whole barrage of women came rushing towards Asami like rabid fan girls. His bodyguards were busy trying to hold the girls back, but with only three bodyguards, one managed to slip through the barrier, crashing into Asami as she giggled hopelessly. In quick movements she wrapped her arms tightly around Asami's neck and brought his head down swiftly, crashing her lips unto his.

Asami became enraged, gripping her body just below her breasts and pushing her violently away from him. She looked at him confused, then cowered in fear from the murderous glare in his eyes. "Sorry," she mumbled and made a hasty retreat. He was able to make it to his office with no further incident, the other patrons becoming hushed when they realized touching him was akin to touching a live tiger, you might not live to tell the tale.

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Akihito woke a couple of hours later around 10 in the night to a loud grumbling in his stomach. "Damn, I'm hungry again?" he said to himself as he threw the covers off. He slowly rose from the bed, making his way to the kitchen for another late night raid. He scratched his rumpled bed head as he approached the fridge, wondering if he would be able to eat what was available, he was losing his appetite for some of his favorite foods.

When he opened the fridge, the bright light hit his eyes and caused him to temporarily shield it with one hand. Once his vision came back into focus, the first thing Akihito noticed were three Ziploc bags full of sandwiches, a container with leftover salad and a fruit bowl along with milk and a variety of juices. He cracked a small smile, inwardly thanking the old woman for her thoughtfulness before helping himself to a few sandwiches and a glass of milk.

A moment later Akihito sat on the couch and turned the tv on with the remote while he ate. He elevated his legs and placed the plate on his lap while he flipped through the stations, blindly munching on the food before him. He sighed, missing Asami and all the warmth the older man had to offer.

Soon, Akihito wasn't focusing on the tv anymore, but the older man and his piercing golden orbs, his talented tongue and hands (blush) and his huge…. Akihito became red as a tomato. There was only one drawback to this pregnancy, he thought to himself. Now more than ever he wanted Asami to really fuck him senseless, but the other couldn't because of his state. It was a small price to pay though since his pregnancy had brought him and the other man closer together, much closer than previous times. If he hadn't become pregnant he wouldn't have known this gentle side to Asami, and he was grateful he could before he had completely written the other of as the biggest perverted bastard asshole this side of the northern hemisphere.

Akihito sat deep in thought, not realizing that a large brown paper envelope was pushed beneath the front door. He sat for about another hour before he got up and went back to bed, feeling the pressure the twins were putting on his lower back. While walking he kept holding his side, trying to alleviate some of the discomfort he was feeling. When he reached his bed, he curled on his side and went to bed, dreaming of his definition of the perfect family.

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8am in the morning…..

Asami gingerly rubbed the back of his neck, trying to work out the stiffness that resulted from endless hours of work. He had spent a few hours on the road, ridding his city of traitorous garbage and rivals, even going as far as getting his hand dirty by taking care of one rat himself. Some pest foolish enough to mention him and his 'whore.' He had become enraged by the man's sly remark and used a cutlass to almost cut the others head off. When he was through the man's body parts would have to be couriered to one location, if they're found to be put back together. His phone rang just as he leant back in his chair to relax and he answered on the third ring.

"Asami-sama, something happened," he heard his subordinate's worried voice.

"What?" the older man growled out low and dangerously.

"It's Takaba-san Sir, he's hysterical. I'm afraid he might hurt himself and the babies, Sir," the man replied in a tense tone.

Asami quickly got up from his desk and hastily made his way for the exit, the phone still plastered to his ear. "Tell me everything you know," he all but shouted.

The guard told him that somehow they became unconscious around midnight. Whoever it was didn't try to break into the apartment but they were awoken when Miname-san came running outside to find them. She had shaken them both awake to try and help her calm Akihito down. He was in the bed room with a knife, acting hysterical and throwing things. They related that when they asked the old woman what had happened, she said she saw a package with Akihito's name on it and gave it to the boy because she thought one of them left it.

He hung up and shouted in a dangerous tone for the driver to hurry up after he got into his limo, not wanting to waste a second; his family life might be at stake here. 'What the hell could he have seen?' Asami thought to himself while he fidgeted in the backseat of his limo. The car pulled into his private garage a few moments later and he didn't even wait for it to completely stop before he jumped out and raced towards the elevator.

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Akihito had awoken around 7 the next morning. He lay on the bed, not ready to move yet when he decided to check the time. He turned his head to look at the digital clock on the night stand when his eyes caught a large brown manila envelope. It was addressed to him so he pulled it open, wondering what it was and was shock beyond belief at the sight which greeted him.

Tears welled in his eyes immediately from the picture showing Asami kissing a beautiful girl at the entrance to his club. The girl seemed genuinely happy with her arms draped around his lover's shoulder and their lips locked together while he held her above her stomach. 'No, no ,no. Why Asami? How could you? I thought you lo….cared for me?' rung through Akihito's head as he crumpled the paper and began sobbing profusely. His emotions were in disarray from the pictures and he buried his face in his palms, wondering how Asami could betray him like that.

Miname-san had awoken and decided to go to the kitchen when she heard loud sobs coming from the bedroom. She immediately got concerned for Akihito and went straight into the room, not bothering to knock. She was greeted by the sight of the young man sitting on the bed crying and she made her way over to him, reaching out her hand and patting him on the shoulder in an effort to calm him down.

"Takaba-san, what's wrong?" she asked in a concerned voice and Akihito flinched. He looked up suddenly at her with red, swollen, accusing eyes.

"You knew, didn't you?" he asked as he turned towards her, glaring with much intensity.

"Takaba-san, what are you?"

"THIS!" Akihito screamed before throwing the crumpled pictures in her direction. She took them up and gasped at what she saw, she hadn't noticed Akihito had moved off the bed until he brushed pass her. 'What the hell was Asami-sama thinking?' she asked herself as she turned to find Akihito.

"Takaba-san!" the middle aged woman shouted, finding her way towards the kitchen when she heard a pan getting knocked over.

Akihito felt that the old woman and everyone working for Asami knew he was being played, made a fool of, mocked. He went towards the kitchen, deciding he would kill the bastard the next time he saw him for making a fool out of him. Akihito's blood was boiling and he felt betrayed and hurt. He ignored the slight pressure created by his stomach and held it so he could move faster, he needed a knife and he needed one badly.

He knocked off everything on the kitchen counter before quickly rummaging through the utensil drawer, looking for the biggest knife he could find. He heard Miname-san gasp when he held the knife up to his face, inspecting it.

"Takaba-san, please," the woman pleaded, but she didn't move an inch from the door. She knew better than to go near an emotionally wrecked person with a knife. Akihito turned and pointed the knife at her menacingly,

"You'll all pay," he said lowly as his hazel orbs narrowed into slits. "ESPECIALLY THAT BASTARD!" he screamed and held his belly with one hand and the knife with the other.

She quickly ran towards the door for help when Akihito made to leave the kitchen, seething with anger and having a very dangerous expression on his face. She made her way quickly towards the door for help and stumbled upon the guards lying on the floor. She shook them both awake and told them of Akihito's condition.

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'Why? You son of a bitch! I hate you, do you hear me Asami? I'll kill you! I HATE YOU!

Akihito ran the knife through their bed, the mattress and sheets falling pray to his madness. He threw the vases, the clock, the lamp and every other small thing he could find on the wall and the floor. He stabbed the couches and knocked over the chairs in his anger, his body heat rising to drastic levels. 'Maybe if I kill myself and these kids he'll take me seriously,' Akihito contemplated as he stopped suddenly and turned the knife towards his stomach. For some reason his anxiety level rose drastically, and he just felt like ending it all, not realizing that all his feelings were hormone induced.

Akihito turned the knife inward, having it inches away from his stomach as many emotions ran through his head, hurt and betrayal being the more dominant. Then suddenly the door burst open with a loud bang and he looked straight into golden eyes which registered shock, then immense anger when they shifted to the knife pointed at his stomach.

"What the fuck…" Asami took a very deep breath. "DO YOU THINK YOU DOING TAKABA?" Asami bellowed.

Akihito flinched, a trace of fear running through his hazel eyes. He had never seen Asami so angry and it scared him, but then the image of Asami with the other woman flashed through his mind and his fear quickly turned into anger.

"What the fuck am I doing?" he asked pointedly as he turned the knife on Asami. "You used me you cunt sucking son of a bitch." Akihito growled low in his throat while he inched slowly towards Asami with the knife pointed at him.

' Cunt sucking?' Asami cocked an eyebrow at his words. "Akihito, its not..."

"What I think? I'm suuure, so what happened Asami, she tripped and conveniently fell in your arms?" Akihito mocked.

Asami sighed, this was not good for the babies.

"Couldn't get to fuck your pregnant boyfriend at home so you found someone else to relieve you?"

Asami knew he had to be careful; there was no way he could walk towards Akihito while he had a knife so he said nothing and didn't argue with him, waiting for an opening where he could disarm his lover and hold him down safely.

"Akihito, listen to me."

"I'VE HEARD ENOUGH!" Akihito screamed. "Now, I'm taking my stomach and my ass and I'm leaving. I don't want to see your cheating face anymore, hope she was a good fuck cause her ass is the only one you'll be getting anytime soon," the boy said as he made his way over to a drawer on the night stand. He still had the knife pointed at Asami with one hand while the other opened the drawer and pulled out a pair of pants and a shirt, clutching it to his chest. "Get out of my way."

"Akihito…"

"Get the fuck out you ASSHOLE! I HATE YOU!" Akihito screamed and lunged at Asami with the knife.

Asami easily caught Akihito's arm with the knife and pulled it from him, throwing it on the ground while Akihito struggled futilely to escape his grasp.

"Akihito, listen to me…"

"No! let me go!"

"There's nothing going on."

"LIAR! You kissed her, you're probably fucking her too."

"Akihito, will you calm down, you'll hurt yourself and our children?"

"GOOD! Then maybe you'll leave me the fuck alone and go back to your bitch,' Akihito said almost resigned.

"Akihito you have to believe me, please calm down," Asami said almost pleadingly.

Akihito took a deep breath when he realized he couldn't win against Asami, but he was still very angry. Asami felt a jab of pain in his chest at Akihito's hurtful words, but what can he do to appease the boy? Akihito wouldn't listen to him and he was at a loss as to what to do or say. He took Akihito's chin in his hand and lifted his face up to meet his, the boy's tear stained face and hazel eyes gave his many emotions away and Asami wished the person responsible for this was there right now so he could kill them.

He brought Akihito's head down to his chest and the boy cried openly and sobbed against him, fisting his shirt before trying to hit him.

"Akihito, please believe me, It's not what you think," Asami said soothingly as he ran his hand through the boy's golden hair. Akihito could feel the words echo through Asami's chest, but he decided he'd had enough, been through enough, hurt too much. Was it too much to ask to have a faithful partner? Why couldn't Asami have been different, why couldn't he have been the one, why couldn't he keep his dick in his pants?

"Do you remember what you told me after you raped me for three days straight without mercy?"

Asami tensed, knowing what Akihito wanted to say.

"You said there's no worth in me, I believe you now."

After his BP had rose to dangerous levels, Akihito then collapsed in Asami's arms from the strain.

Asami rushed Akihito to the hospital.