Hello :)

Here's a looong chapter to make up for not updating for ages! I had intended to get an 'Imperial Dragon' out as well but when I had written about 600 words in a fit of inspiration - pressed save - F***G server went down! I was so mad I've stopped on that story for now but it will be up soon when I've stopped being angry, promise!

Again, sorry for any general mistakes I may make - they aren't intentional! And I also have to apologise for making Fei Long a rather smaller character than originally intended...

Please enjoy! Comments, reviews welcome :D

(Oh yaoi gods please deliver us a new chapter on the 28th! Sensei I believe has drawn the magazine's cover and I heard the chapter will be 16 pages (though 46 would be better ;P)

Warnings: Swearing, Yaoi non-con, symptoms of PTSD.

}xXx{

An almighty crash from the other room draws Asami's attention and he looks around sharply, expecting to see a distraught, desperate Akihito storming through the apartment towards him with some sort of make-shift weapon. After some time though, nothing happens and Asami deems it wise to check on the boy lest he try anything foolish like trying to make a break for it down the fire escape or through one of the air vents.

He makes his way swiftly to the spare room, expecting it empty or at least that Akihito should be poised behind the door ready to attack, but instead he has to take a step or two backward in his sock clad feet as the floor is totally covered, in razor-sharp shards of bright red plastic of varying sizes.

It seems Akihito had thrown his view master to the wall, destroying it completely.

The boy in question is motionless, just sat on his bed staring at the mess almost amusedly which Asami notes doesn't bode well. It seems Fei Longs session with Akihito could have left him more disturbed and vulnerable than he had first surmised. Asami steps into the room carefully, grabbing the small waste paper basket from under the desk to start to gather up the shards but a raspy sound stops him….

"…e it…"

"Hm?"

"Just, leave it..."

Asami sets down the trash can and instead perches next to Akihito on the bed, making him in turn scoot a couple of inches further away. Not comfortable next to this man who makes him feel so self-conscious, who he had trusted to some extent but who has now shown his true intentions. He had said he wouldn't hurt Akihito but he's already doing just that, Asami is using the young photography student also for his own means and he is also the one, that is keeping him here against his will and who is keeping him away from his friends and family. The one's Akihito had just fought so desperately to remember.

He's just as bad as Sakazaki.

Akihito, unaware of it, smiles most bitterly at that terrifyingly sobering thought which catches the detective's eye and he reaches up a hand, it landing gently atop Akihito's mop of hazel hair and he ruffles the strands through his fingers, making Akihito flinch, scowl and blush all at the same time. A nervous but forceful "W-what?" Is his response and Asami smiles, taking his hand away to instead withdraw his cigarettes and light up a fresh stick, breathing the toxic smoke in deeply.

"I'll let you see them."

The man says that even as he wonders why he's giving in after such an obvious tantrum but then there it is - Akihito's face lighting up in an astonished, disbelieving smile and he finally looks at Asami (though faltering as soon as he catches the particular gold glimmer of Asami's irises, them making him wonder just why it is the air has caught in his lungs like this.) He ducks his head and clenches his hands, asking a quiet "do...do you mean it?"

Asami just smirks around his cigarette though, Leaning back on a hand and exhaling a long stream of smoke to the sky which dissipates quickly thanks to the soft, cool breeze coming in through the open window, rustling the slatted blinds.

"If you behave."

A distinctive pout decorates Akihito's face and he huffs, he's only known this guy a few days but he's already sick of being totally played by him! But he bites his tongue and quashes the many retaliatory sarcastic remarks that immediately rise forth, remembering that most unfortunately this man is his only possible link to the outside world. And unfortunately to his family.

"Look….A-Asami. I can't promise anything but y-y'know…"

He trails off then, thinking that somehow asking nicely for something like this just isn't like him for some reason. He shrugs it off though and looks back to the man who is getting up off the bed so Akihito backs away some more, though all Asami does is laugh and leave the room, shouting back over his shoulder along the way.

"Sure kid. You can start by cleaning your room..."

And with that he pulls the door to, low laughter trailing along with the dull thud of confident footsteps behind him down the corridor which has a peculiar effect on Akihito's tummy. The rich, rumbling sound of an Amused Asami giving him butterflies.

"…B-bastard..."

}xXx{

"Hey…u-guys..."

Akihito aborts the very much forced greeting and just smiles sheepishly and waves weakly as he loiters, looming by the large windows leading to Asami's balcony. The sun is shining in beautifully through the glass as it sets for the evening, framing Akihito in golden light and casting an almost silhouette over him for which he's extremely grateful because it covers well both the tears glistening in his eyes and the pained downward turn of his lips as he watches these almost strangers file into the room. People who up until two days ago, he didn't remember.

He so didn't and doesn't, want to make this awkward for anybody. Not for his dear friends Koh and Takato, nor his two unrecognisable parents who are shakily bowing to an as imposing as ever Asami and he especially does not want to even think about for a second what they all maybe thinking, the reason for his absence, appearance or what he can only think would be his out of character behaviour (which Asami had described from the last time Akihito had seen his friends.)

So yeah, this cheerful act Akihito had all planned out is a little harder than he would ever have anticipated.

So he stands there instead, letting a distinctly cheerful Koh take lead in the introductions which will acquaint Asami with Akihito's own parents and he watches on, observing the smiling faces of his friends, them not being able to keep from grinning at Akihito thanks to Asami having filled them in on his progress during the short phone call to invite both themselves and the Takaba's over.

Akihito can't help though but focus on the two faces that are not smiling, he looks closely at how the two pairs of hazel, silver eyes that so closely resemble Akihito's own have not looked his way once yet. Not even once.

He begins to doubt, well. Everything.

"Aki! Good to see you dude - so good to see you!"

Koh squeezes Akihito tightly, too far into his own sense of pure elation at the long-awaited reunion to catch how Akihito flinches at his touch, closing his eyes and trying to calm his breathing lest he alarm these people to the fact that he's terrified of being touched by them or anybody.

The brunette releases him eventually and he braces himself, expecting a just as enthusiastic and intrusive hug from Takato but it doesn't come, instead he receives a pat on the head and a warm smile from his more observant friend. They both step back then, taking him in with a glowing pride and affection as Asami chats to Akihito's parents over the other side of the room and he peeks over Takato's shoulder, seeing that both the dejected looking figures are nodding solemnly to whatever Asami is talking about.

"So, you're uh- feeling a little better Aki? We couldn't believe it when Asami-san said you remembered us! How have you uh, how have you been?"

Akihito could laugh, to even think about how he's 'been', what he's been through even over the past couple of days - the freshly wrapped wounds over his hands and arms would explain just a little of the position he's found himself in, suddenly having regained some of his lost memories that have left him shaken and unsure and aware of even his own mind - he even can't trust his own thoughts and memories.

"Ah-ok thanks, feeling a lot better and…stuff…"

He trails off, large eyes scanning the room to where Asami is making his way over and leading an older couple, ones that Akihito can see now have free flowing tears running unashamedly down each of their faces. The detective stops short of the group, allowing both Koh and Takato to move aside slightly before the man gives the pair a sharp look, just a slight narrowing of the eyes that just dares them to say anything unnecessary to the boy and put silly ideas in his head like he should be going home with them.

Not going to happen.

So he stiffly introduces the Takabas' to their son while Akihito bites his lip in anticipation and his mind just starts to wonder just why this isn't the warm reunion he was somewhat hoping for. But then he looks up with a small smile as it finally happens, his mothers eyes meet his and she crumbles, face lighting up in nothing but pure relief and the weight from three long years of grief. Of waiting and wishing.

To be honest a part of her had given up hoping.

She sobs openly, brokenly as she reaches out to clutch at the front of Akihito's mottled brown shirt and brings her face close to his, eyes pleading with him to not reveal this to just be a cruel joke. That it really is their Akihito come back after all.

Despite himself he falters and he holds the shaking figure by the shoulders, looking at the top of the woman's head bewildered as she cries into his chest. Three variously sized hands pat her on the back gently as a solitary Asami hangs back, smoking a cigarette while he leans against the door frame, waiting.

Akihito's father reaches up his other hand to ruffle Akihito's hair and catches his eye with a cheery, tear stained smile.

"Welcome back, son."

}xXx{

Akihito takes a deep breath as he shuts the bathroom door, resting his forehead against the cool wood for a moment before he moves away to start running the shower having been advised by Asami to take a long, warm bath before dinner.

His parents and friends had left around twenty minutes ago after an awkward afternoon of people obviously trying to avoid any uncomfortable questions for Akihito - which he thinks actually, made things a lot worse. It's awful being treated like some girl who will break down at the first mention of anything concerning either his disappearance or what may have followed after. He's here, he's ok. Why can't it just be forgotten?

There was something though, his mother said she wanted to apologise for something - the very night before Akihito's subsequent kidnapping. They had been having a disagreement. His mother and him for some time had been going back and forth about his dangerous habits, both as a teenager and now, since his start at university and his choice to pursue investigative journalism when he had declared that he would single handedly bring the scum bags of Tokyo and Japan to justice with his camera. His father having been a top photographer in his day also.

His mother had insisted it was too dangerous, berated him and his father over again for their dare devil ways but Akihito had been adamant, insisting that even if it endangers his own life. What's the use of sitting back and doing nothing?

He had left the house that night with him and his mother still not on speaking terms and he hadn't said goodbye, it's not that they argued but they both had grown so frustrated with not being really listened to that they both had given up with trying to talk it out.

But then Akihito didn't come back, not the next day or the day after that. They had phoned around at his university only to discover he hadn't been there, nor at any of his part time jobs or seen by any of his many friends. He was gone.

The photographer clutches his chest, puling at his T-shirt as he recalls the remorse laced throughout the woman's face and feels so much guilt. He caused these people to go through this. His parents had looked haggard, rough around the edges with bags under their eyes when he could plainly see that once upon a time they both would have been youthful both in spirit and body. Cheerful.

But then he had to go and disappear, putting them though the pain of loosing a child. For three years.

He feels so guilty.

Taking a steadying breath to calm his stinging throat and eyes, he checks the water to see if it's warmed and he strips down. Taking time to unwrap the bandages that wind around his arms and throwing them onto the pile of clothes on the floor, stepping into the shower enclosure as he hears the door open behind him.

A surprised Akihito sees an Asami shaped blur as he whirls round hurriedly, backing into the shower with his arms up in a defensive gesture but unable to form any words. His heartbeat thumping loudly in his ears. He soon runs out of room, slamming back into the cold tiled wall only to slump against it, shaking his head and asking Asami not to do whatever it is he may have in mind as Akihito's hunched, naked body shivers from terror.

"Akihito, you forgot the salve - you need to use it. I'll leave it here on the counter, come out when you're ready."

The boy raises his head a little, not sure what he just heard but he can't help but notice that the voice isn't getting any closer, in fact it's getting further away. Asami is leaving the room...

The man stops by the ajar door, smirking back at the small, confused figure.

"Oh and don't worry, I've already seen everything..."

The door closes with a click.

Around ten minutes later Akihito makes it out of the bathroom, him being far too shaky after Asami's visit to be able to scrub himself properly so he just let the water wash over him, getting out a few minutes later and noticing the bottle of antiseptic cream Asami had indeed left on the side. The boy had dressed himself then without much difficulty though the wounds over his hands and arms are still painful and raw and he looks down at them unhappily, wondering if his body will ever be free of the variously shaped, shocking scars that line his entire body.

The most disturbing of which being a jagged, distinct bite mark. Etched deep into the flesh of his penis.

"Done?"

"Oh u-yes. Sorry, bout that back there and uh...thanks for the cream…"

"Hn. Come here, I'll wrap your hands…"

Akihito sits on the couch about a metre away from Asami which has the man tutting and scooting up closer, bringing the well-equipt first aid kit with him. Akihito fidgets, Asami's body heat and scent making his belly squirm uncomfortably again. He wonders why he feels so self-conscious around him, why he can't shake the feeling that something will happen. Like he wants it to happen.

He glances to Asami, at his hands and how they are gently rubbing cream into one of his and the breath catches in his throat, the man having looked his way with a raised eyebrow. Akihito breaks eye contact, looking back down resolutely at his knees.

Asami…why does it feel like he knows what Asami's lips feel like - and why? Why does he want to know what they feel like?

Akihito hates Sakazaki for what he's turned him into.

The silence stretches on, Asami working diligently to wrap Akihito's hands snugly while the young man himself can't help but grow more and more restless and uncomfortable - his brain just won't. Shut. UP! He does the only thing he can think of to quell the limitless babble within his mind, he lets his mouth take over….

"…So Asami-uh….M-my parents said they kept uh, my room…the same. Everyone said they really can't wait 'til w-"

He stops mid sentence with a gasp, Asami's fingers having clamped onto his jaw gently but firmly, directing the boys face to his.

"Akihito. You're to stay here where I can keep an eye on you until I say otherwise. That's the deal."

That sentence for some reason teamed with the way Asami is looking at him so sternly, really gets Akihito's back up - he had been saying all of that to kill the awkward, deafening silence but here this guy is again, asserting his supposed dominance over him. Treating him like some petulant child that he has to scold.

"Why? What possible reason do you have for keeping me here, it's about Sakazaki right? Are you involved with him after all? I don't see why I should stay here all the time - and what deal? What's in it for me?"

"Sakazaki will probably come after you. Putting him away should be the of the upmost importance to you right now. Stop being a brat."

"But I can do that, I can! I just don't want to -"

To stay here.

Asami grabs Akihito by the bicep, pulling him sharply with a bruising grip. Making Akihito grimace.

"You're going to stay here until the trial is over. This is why I didn't want you seeing anyone Akihito, this case should be your first priority."

"Why don't you try putting yourself in my shoes, I just wanna move on! I can still help you but just let me stay somewhere else. I'll still testify for you!"

"Out of the question. Stop being stubborn Akihito."

"U-ow- u-I wanna help Asami but just tell me why, tell me u-why can't I do it while staying at ho-fuck! G-get off me! I DON'T WANT TO STAY WITH YOU!"

He wrenches himself free of Asami's grasp with a shout and goes to run out of the apartment though not even making it even past the sofa before he's roughly shoved down onto it, Asami pushing down on him with all of his weight and reducing Akihito into a panicked, whimpering mess. Thrashing and scratching and pulling anything he can get to.

Until he's stunned, silenced. With angry lips launching onto his.

Asami makes use of Akihito's temporary shock induced paralysis and takes the slackened hand from both his neck and bicep, placing them instead above Akihito's head. He is angry, pissed even but he still indulges the boy, the slack, moist mouth under his being indulged with a massaging tongue, nibbling teeth even while ragged half breaths flutter over his face from Akihito's panicked gasps and cries.

There's a knock at the door, bringing Asami back to himself and he receives a knee to the side, making him grunt but he lets Akihito up. Offering him an apologetic hand which gets slapped away before the boy shoots around him and rushes to his room, slamming the door and collapsing against it. His heart threatening to pop right out of his chest.

"…What took you so long?"

"Aiko, what do you want?"

"Hmm I'll tell you if you let me in." She smiles, nudging her way past a little out of sorts Asami, his shirt and hair a little ruffled from his wrestle with the panicked wild cat in his care. Asami lights a cigarette, leaning off against the counter.

"So?…what?"

Aiko smiles, her sharp green eyes scanning the apartment for any tale tale sign of company. She sees several mugs on the draining board and an open first aid kit on the coffee table. Just one pair of shoes at the entry way though….

From the other room Akihito hears voices, remembering that he may have heard the woman's voice before. He ever so slowly opens his bedroom door, creaking it open a few inches so he can put and ear to the hallway, listening.

"-tness for the Sakazaki case? Can I see them?"

"…"

"No? Why?" She giggles. "Are they passed out from being fucked out too hard - you're terrible Ryuichi…"

"..."

"What - you're going to hide them away until the trial? Poor kid."

"…"

"Why wouldn't I want to know, I have a right to share that with my client you know -"

Akihito stops listening then, pushing his door to with a sickening realisation. Asami is just like Sakazaki. Does he really want him to help with the case or does he just intend to keep him here? Akihito supposes that lady is some sort of cop or lawyer and the bastard Asami isn't even letting her see him.

He's got to get the fuck out of here. He's going home.

The soon to be escapee slides open his window, seeing that there's a fire escape that runs not from below his room but Asami's a little along the building. He doesn't bother to close it again as he heads to the door, slowly opening it again and poking his head out into the corridor, trying to hear where both Asami and his guest is. They are both at the front door having a heated conversation.

Sticking close to the wall, Akihito slips out of his room and moves along to the master bedroom and opens the door silently, not being able to help that the smell in this room is somehow nice, soothing. Even though it smells just like Asami.

He rushes straight over to the large balcony doors, sliding one open and heading out - trying to to think about the anxiety he's feeling as he looks out into the vast open city before him. He follows the polished floor until he reaches the top of the steel fire escape and scoots quickly down it while pulling on the hastily grabbed hoody to cover himself up lest Asami look out of the window for any reason.

He makes it to the concrete ground finally and looks up one more time for any pursuers before marching off down the street. Not intending to ever be back here again.

}xXx{

"-Shit!"

Akihito dashes past the beeping motorbike, it almost hitting him as it takes off a little prematurely at the traffic lights. He's been walking for hours around Tokyo, wondering and waiting for his brain to kick start and tell him where to go. Why can't he even remember where he lives?

He draws his hoody a little tighter around himself and heads down yet another bustling street, the many colourful signs, loud noises and staring eyes make Akihito more and more anxious with every moment that dusk approaches. He wonders if Asami is pissed and if he's out looking for him already, he wonders what punishment will await him if he's found.

Sore, sock clad feet stop walking for a moment and Akihito stares up at a particularly tall, imposing ornate building as he watches the people outside, talking in what he can only assume is Chinese and it hits him. This is Fei Long's building.

He walks up to the doors, many incredulous gazes falling onto him one after the other and a man approaches, grabbing the small wrist that's about to reach up for the door. A stern voice demands in perfect Japanese just what he's doing.

"I'm here to see Fei Long, he knows me-I think. It's uh, Akihito."

The man nods, pausing for a moment before taking out his phone to call the triad leader and having a short conversation is Chinese which ends abruptly. The man now nodding to Akihito and opening the door for him as he gestures the boy inside.

Akihito gulps.

He's lead through winding halls, up both sets of stairs and elevators and around a few more deserted passageways before the man named Yoh knocks on a door, a swift "Jìnlái" before he enters with an increasingly reluctant Akihito in tow.

"Boss…"

Yoh bows and leaves the room, leaving Akihito at the mercy of one very amused Fei Long, the man smiling indolently down at Akihito's dirty, holey socks.

"Good evening Akihito, won't you sit down? Have a drink…"

The man gestures to the silver tray on the low coffee table in front of his chaise and Akihito scans around the room, not knowing why he came here but it was either here or Asami's place and he is fucked if he's going back there. Maybe literally.

"You ran away from Asami?"

Fei Long gestures again gently, this time with a raised eye brow and Akihito draws his back up, marching over to the couch to sit and grab a drink, sniffing it before he sips.

"If you're trying to tell if I've laced it with something…" Fei Long smiles at the boy fondly, resting his chin on a relaxed hand, propped up on the chaise. "…Don't worry."

"Sorry. Yeah, I uh, left Asami's place…"

They talk and drink for some thine after that, Akihito loosening up a little with the alcohol and he relaxes back into his seat a little, Fei Long shifting eventually onto the edge pf his chaise, closer to the coffee table and to his guest seated on the sofa. The boy lets it all out, remembering that Fei Long is the reason he's back in his own mind now so he finds it a little easier to talk to him than to Asami who is so damn cryptic all the time.

"I mean…I trusted Asami but, what with what I over heard- now I don't…don't know…"

"Hm. Did something happen between you two, Akihito? You can tell me…"

Startled hazel eyes meet Fei Long's own and Akihito blushes at the memory, it doesn't fill him with disgust or dread. Sure there is fear but Akihito wonders just why that is. He ducks his head, playing with the loose threads on his fashionably ripped jeans, the ones Asami had brought him and he feels a sudden wave of remorse. Asami hasn't hurt him really, hasn't really touched him. He's so confused he just wants to go home and bury his head under his pillow. Wherever home happens to be.

"N-no…nothing…it's just-o-obviously I want to help with the trial and everything but…I don't know if I can trust him now. I don't know what to think, my mind is all over the place…"

Fei Long hums in response again and shifts closer, now within reaching distance of Akihito, this interesting and intriguing case.

"Well, Asami only cares about who can satisfy his ambition or his body after all….I've practically a whole dossier on the broken hearts he's left scattered around Asia."

"R-really…that doesn't surprise me one bit…"

An arm slides behind him casually on the sofa as Fei Long settles next to him and he laughs nervously, edging away ever so slightly without being too rude or obvious. He reads that maybe it's time for him to go.

"Listen, Fei Long. I think I saw last time that you've got a file on me? Does it have my parents address? Can I have it?"

The man smiles, leaning back into his seat comfortably with a sigh.

"Sure." Akihito's face lights up, but.

"-For a kiss."

They make eye contact, the boy apprehensive about where this is going but Fei Long just brushes his bottom lip with his index finger. "Just one kiss, a small price no?"

He takes a moment to think, just a kiss - he had been kissed by Asami so he may as well use this to his advantage, right? It's for his parents address after all and then he never has to see this man ever again.

He nods, lips trembling slightly as he leans over Fei Long where the man is reclined on the couch and he jolts when an arm slides around his middle, caressing his waist under his T-shirt.

His lips hesitantly touch Fei Long's pair of smirking ones and Akihito thinks he hears something behind him and goes to turn around, though is only pulled closer. His lips are taken into a devouring, deep kiss, his mouth being ravaged with a forceful hand at the nape of his neck before he is suddenly yanked backwards. So forcefully he can't help but yelp.

"What do you think you're doing Fei Long?"

The next cry of shock dies in Akihitio's throat and his heart stops. It's Asami. Holding him roughly like a rag doll against his broad chest, it rising and falling rapidly as the man's heart pounds into Akihito's back.

He's furious.

}xXx{

"Get in the car."

Asami spits out that sentence as he unlocks the car with a beep and gets in himself, slamming his door with much more force than necessary leaving Akihito stood there in the parking lot, seriously considering if he should just make a run for it but Asami's anger, it being potent and palpable, is making Akihito shiver. He had thought the detective a powerful force to be reckoned with but for it to be directed at him. It's terrifying.

But after a few minutes of just standing there in the dark it becomes apparent to Akihito that he isn't going to try and run anywhere, he can't. His feet are in quite a lot of pain and he can't even manage to regulate his breathing - he fears if he did try to run and Asami were to catch him again, he wouldn't be getting off too lightly at all. So he opens the door, fingers fumbling with the handle as he pulls it to slide in, catching sight of Asami's tense profile. He fixes his eyes forward.

Asami starts the engine with the press of a button and he opens his window, lighting a cigarette and taking several long drags before he's calmed down enough to talk. But not much.

"How much longer are you going to play the victim? You're actually a whore arent you?"

"Whor-how dare you, o-of course I'm not-I'm not like you."

Akihito feels himself pulled forward this time, Asami drawing him not two inches from his own face by the collar of Akihito's shirt.

"What do you know about me kid?"

It all happens so fast, Asami kissing Akihito so angrily, him pulling the lever and reclining Akihito's passenger seat. An urgent hand grabbing at Akihito's jeans, tugging at his fly and forcing it's way in to knead the front of his boxer shorts, making Akihito exclaim in shock.

"Shut up, you were going to do this with Fei Long, no?"

"Nnh-no!-No uhn-no u-"

Akihito pleads even as he cannot help but to respond to the skilled movements of that hand, it tugging, twisting and enveloping his member in exquisite heat. He's erect in no time. He weakly grabs at Asami's hand with both of his but it's useless, the man is strong and the sensations wracking his body as Asami bites his neck, the man's hair tickling his cheek and hot breathes setting his skin alight do nothing but paralyse him.

His hips jut forward against his will, the sensation and the overwhelming sense of release, nothingness is too much and Akihito arches his back, moaning sweetly and thrusting his hips urgently into Asami's hand as he holds on, increasing the friction as his body remembers - this was his only reprise for a long time, those few moments where everything, his worries, his fears, would give way to the most blinding of pleasures. And he hates himself for it.

How could he feel like this now or back then, even when it was against his will? Even if it still is. It still is, right? How is he feeling it now? Why does it feel so good?

He comes with a cry and lays there breathless for a few moments, body recuperating form such an intense orgasm and he faintly feels himself be cleaned up and redressed. Asami withdrawing for a second to clean his own hand.

And that's when the tears start to flow, he lies there on the still reclined seat. Face crumpling up in despair.

-sorry for such a sad end to a chapter!-