AN: There is not much to say here... Thank you all for reading, faving, following and reviewing. This chapter is thanks to Ashida who kept me going this morning when I got stucked and was awesome enough to beta it before going to work.
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When the Unexpected Happens – Chapter 9 – Can't We Enjoy This Party?
They crossed those glass doors into the world of the rich and powerful and before they had gone too far into the building, he heard a voice call his name. Yes, Mitarai was going to corner him sooner or later like a hound to a frightened hare. That man was like a wolf after the scent of blood, and Mitarai will not back off until he gets some answers that satisfy his curiosity.
He had been at the party for a little over an hour and already, he was bored out of his mind. Akihito was sure now that the only way he could survive some event like this was with a camera in his hands. The host had introduced them to several of the rich and important people of Japan, the minister of this, the director of that, one or two CEOs, the owner of a hotel chain and blah blah blah. To be honest he found himself only caring about these people if they were at the opposite end of his viewfinder. Right now he found them all to be hypocritical and boring.
They were currently talking –if you could call what was going on that – to a well known politician and Akihito wanted to run for his sanity before he felt like punching someone in the face. The blond photographer began to wonder why the hell he ever considered wanting to attend any of these functions with Asami.
Granted he wouldn't have gone, for more than one reason, if Asami asked him to be his date, but he still hoped one day Asami would at least ask. Right now though, he felt like arm candy, smiling and pretending to have a good time, not understanding half of the conversations about economy, holding his date's arm and… looking pretty. Arm candy indeed, and God did it make him uncomfortable. His champagne flute had been empty for quite a while and the servers were nowhere to be seen. Looking at Mina's flute, he saw that hers was a little lower than half so he excused himself to 'refresh her drink' and went in search of some alcohol and breathing room.
Akihito took a couple minutes to walk around and calm himself while Mina talked to yet another fat and crooked politician. He went to the bathroom to wash his face and cool down, on his way back to his date he grabbed a champagne flute and downed its content in one gulp before putting it back and grabbing two more. He walked to his friend with the two flutes of golden liquid dreading each step that took him closer to a slow death by boredom. 'Can you really die of boredom?' he wandered 'because if you can I am certainly halfway there.'
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Takaba arrived at her side and handed her one of the champagne flutes with a smile as she took his arm once more and introduced him to the group of men and women she was currently talking to. Mina was a beautiful woman, he had no doubt about it, to tell the truth she had changed so much and blossomed into such a fine woman that had he not known who she was and met her on the street, he would not have recognized her at all. However, even though he was standing next to her, he sometimes caught lecherous looks thrown in his direction by the men they were talking to.
Great, not only was he bored half to death, now he even felt those looks crawling over his skin like he was suddenly thrown into a bathtub filled with bugs… naked. Because that is what it felt like, to be looked at in such a way, like he was naked before their eyes with bugs crawling over his skin. He hated being at this kind of function as a guest instead of the photographer no one pays attention to, it was just too tiring to keep smiling like he was not uncomfortable and to pretend he was having fun.
They talked to the group for a few more minutes and a sigh of relief left him rather audibly when the group moved along to greet someone else or rather, to lick someone else's shoes. Mina giggled behind her hand at his predicament and he shot her a murderous glare.
The host was looking at them and his smile widened when he looked back at him and spotted him waving his hand to catch their attention. Akihito gave another audible sigh of dread and Mina laughed again as they began to walk over to the host. Mr. Host was by then calling Mina's name excitedly as if they were not already on their way toward him, and waving her over to introduce them to yet again some important something or other.
A low growl escaped Akihito's throat and Mina smiled as she taunted him.
"Not having fun are you?"
"I don't know why you bother asking such a question when you already know the answer."
She laughed at that and his next retort was interrupted by the sight before him, which caused him to stop so suddenly it almost made Mina miss her step as his body rooted to the floor worked against her forward momentum. Mina looked at Akihito's dreadful face with curiosity and laughed again, thinking he just didn't want to be introduced to more people. She was glad he was her date, Akihito was definitely amusing.
"Come on Aki, it's not going to be that bad."
Akihito swallows audibly and she takes his arm once again as they begin to walk toward the host, who is talking to a man with a woman who is all over him. The man's back is toward Aki and Mina but Akihito has a feeling he knows all too well whom they are to be introduced to. He stops again and the host, who was occupied with the man before him, turns to look in their direction again wondering what is keeping them.
The host was calling them over once more and as they began walking in his direction, he was suddenly sweating at the sight of those broad shoulders he knew so well. There was no way he would not know to whom that shiny slick black hair and those shoulders belonged to. Even from his back he could already tell it was Asami. He had a woman in his arms and when the couple turned around he boiled with jealousy at who it was.
It was that model, Azumi, it annoyed and pissed him off to no end that she seemed to always accompany Asami to public functions. While the underworld was well aware of whom Asami Ryuichi's lover was, the rest of the world assumed he was in some sort of relationship with that woman.
She clung to his arm like some sort of spider, a black widow most likely, with her ridiculously long nails, her overwhelming perfume and her face plastered with makeup. How her face didn't fall off with the weight of that much make up, he did not know, but God how he hated that woman. She smiled at him as if she was making fun of the fact that she was the one in Asami's arms, that is, until she realized who was in his arms and shot him a spiteful look. It still made him mad the way she fit so perfectly with Asami's arm around her waist as he led her toward them.
When hazel eyes meet golden ones its clear they were both surprised and angry. Akihito because Asami was letting the model Azumi be all over him and Asami because Akihito not only was at the party but he was at said party as someone else's date. Azumi takes that moment to do something unexpected just to piss off Akihito more than he is, and Asami lets her just to see his reaction.
Azumi smiles innocently, like she doesn't know who is watching her, rests her small delicate hand on Asami's cheek and lifts herself on the tip of her toes and kisses Asami on the lips just as a photographer takes their picture. Akihito was boiling with rage at Asami letting such a thing happen, and in front of him none the less. The man was such a sadistic bastard sometimes, and he just knew Asami let it happen to rile him up, but two can play that game. After all, it's not like he has never kissed Mina before.
Five feet to go and they would be standing right next to the host. Akihito takes his chance at retaliation and pretending to kiss her temple he quickly whispers into Mina's ear before they are within hearing range.
"Introduce me as your boyfriend, make it sound serious." She decided to go along with her friend, though she did not know what was going on but knowing Akihito it was sure to be interesting.
They stand before each other and the host introduces Asami and Mina to each other as well as introducing Azumi leaving Mina to introduce her date.
"Ah, Miss Rosenthal, such a pleasure to meet you." Said Asami
"Likewise Asami-san and Azumi-san."
"It's an honor to meet such important people as yourselves, I have heard so much about you two. You make such a lovely couple" Said Takaba, looking straight into Asami's eyes and smiling at the man like he was not picturing wrapping his hands around that neck just to wipe that smirk of his face.
"Oh, this is my fiancé Takaba Akihito." Said Mina
"You're fiancé, really?" The golden eyed man asked amusedly. Poor Kirishima and Suoh – who Akihito just realized were standing behind Asami – looked so taken back their heads might just explode.
"Oh, yes, we have been together for some time now and I am just so happy to see him again since business has been so busy lately." She could tell Asami was pissed, why? She had no idea but her friend had asked her a favor and who was she to deny him right? She smiled at Akihito with all the warmth of years of friendship and Akihito smiled at her in the same way. 'Oh, this is fun' she thought. "He is such a good fiancé to put up with such things, we are actually thinking about getting married soon."
A vein on Asami's temple throbbed every time Mina said the word fiancé, and Akihito was laughing evilly in his head, this was going better than he expected and Mina was really selling it. That is until he looked at Asami's infuriating smirk plastered back on his lips and knew he just needed to push a little bit more.
"That's true, we have not announced the news to the media yet but we are so madly in love we don't want to wait too long." He said, and then went for the kill.
He gazed at her with the adoration of years of affection and lifting her chin kissed her sweetly on her lips. He felt… nothing… well, he felt the warmth and softness of her lips against his and how she darted her tongue into his mouth, but in his stomach it felt wrong and in his heart he felt nothing.
The opportune photographer just happened to walk by again and took a picture of the 'happy couple' before their lips parted. With a smile on their faces they turned once again to the host, Asami and Azumi. The host was smiling at them, Azumi was shocked, and Asami… was pissed. That kiss and those looks had definitely slapped the smirk off his face. Akihito knew he was going to be punished severely by Asami about this, especially because not only had it been in public but it had been in front of him, and to rub salt on the proverbial wound a picture had been taken which would be all over the media tomorrow. If that wasn't enough, knowing how much of a gossip their host was, the news of Miss Rosenthal and HIS Akihito's engagement would be all over the elite's grape vine.
Asami's eyes promised murder at anyone who would dare rub him the wrong way in the next ten seconds and Mina could not help but notice the possessive glances he threw at Akihito, or the venomous look he gave her before setting his face in an unreadable mask and congratulating them both, as etiquette dictates. Those words of congratulations on their engagement tasted like bile in Asami's throat. Akihito would have a lot to explain when they got home, and he would have to teach Akihito once more who he belong to, and teach he will… thoroughly and for many, many hours.
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After more passive aggressive inquires about each other's relationship with their so called girlfriend and fiancé, Akihito could no longer take the pressure of Asami's gaze on him. He could tell Mina was getting suspicious about what was going on, but she was still willing to play the game; if there was anyone as sadistic as Asami, he was sure now that Mina had to be that person.
He excused himself to go to the bathroom so he could escape Asami's piercing gaze for a couple of minutes. The bathroom was spacious and tastefully decorated as expected from such a high class place. Akihito walked straight to the sink and washed his face with cold water while contemplating what kind of punishment he should expect, and if maybe it was a good idea to disappear for a couple of days while Asami calmed down and the buzz of the engagement passed. Knowing Asami, this would just anger him more so he might as well go home after this and, as they say, face the music.
The door opened and closed behind him, before he could react a large hand was over his mouth while another was making quick work of his pants. He knew those hands like he knew his own, and as he lifted his eyes to the mirror before him and looked at those golden eyes burning with anger he knew he was in deep shit.
He felt as Asami pulled down at his pants and underwear, nudging his legs to open wider and pushing him down to rest his chest upon the sink. A moment later he heard Asami open his own pants and tried to struggle as he imagined Asami freeing his hard flesh.
There was no preparation for Akihito, just one hard thrust as Asami lowered his mouth to his ear and whispered into it.
"You will explain this to me when we get home, then I will punish you. You will tell me who you belong to, and when I feel satisfied that you understand who your owner is I will punish you again until I am sure you won't be able to walk for a whole week."
Asami fucked him hard and fast, as if trying to get all the anger out of his system before he had to go back to pretend being a businessman and mingle with the other powerful people at the party. Even in his pain Akihito could not help but feel pleasure when Asami was inside him and came short minutes after Asami had begun thrusting. Asami came inside him shortly after and when Takaba moved to clean himself the yakuza prevented him from it.
"No, leave it, it will remind you for the rest of the night who this body belongs to."
Akihito wanted to say something, wanted to yell at Asami and clean himself off. Instead he pulled his pants and underwear up and exited the bathroom leaving Asami behind. He was already in big trouble with Asami and chose not to throw more wood to the fire. Outside, in the hallway to the bathroom, Kirishima caught his arm and handed him two pain killers.
"That was really stupid kid."
"Not as stupid as the kiss he let Azumi give him."
Kirishima understood Takaba's reasoning, his boss had really crossed the line with that little display, but Akihito had crossed the line even further.
In the main hall, Akihito took another champagne flute from a passing waiter and swallowed the pain killers with the golden liquid. As much as he hurt now, he could still pretend he was ok, but he was sure soon when the endorphins coursing his body ran out he would not be able to keep up the charade. Thank God Kirishima had the forethought of carrying pain killers.
He joined his date and they moved on to a different group before Asami joined Azumi and the host again.
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The rest of the night was uneventful, and he wanted nothing more than to go back home. As they rode Mina's limo in silence, she looked at him with great scrutiny, wondering if he was going to address the night's events. When he only told her where to be dropped off she assumed he was not ready to talk about it. She had seen the way he tried to hide his limp by the end of the night and was concerned about what happened to her friend.
She dropped him off at a high class building not too far from her own and could not help but wonder what her friend was hiding from her.
"We will talk tomorrow" He said getting out of the limo.
"Yes, we WILL, talk tomorrow." She answered letting him know there was no way to get off the hook, and he had to talk to her about what happened at the party.
Akihito entered the building and rode the elevator to the penthouse feeling like a lamb willingly entering the slaughterhouse. The penthouse was dark when he entered it, Asama stood on the balcony, a cigarette in his lips and a glass of a clear liquid with flakes of actual gold floating in it.
'oh fuck! Goldschläger! Asami only drinks that when he is really, really mad… I may not make it to tomorrow.'
Asami turned around when he felt Akihito's presence and faced the young man. His eyes were hard and the golden in them was like a hot liquid metal.
"Get over here Akihito, you and I have plenty we need to talk about."
'Yes,' Akihito thought 'I'm definitely fucked.'
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