Hello,
Thank you very much for sticking with me and Thank you for the reviews and critique/comments ! ^_^ I shall take them on-board and hopefully improve...
This is the last chapter before the Epilogue and because it took that unexpectedly dark route I wanted to lighten things up again so I hope you enjoy it!
(Aaaand Aki finally gets a treat in this chappy)...
- still don't own the characters...
Warnings: Yaoi, swearing, mild violence.
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In the silence of the hospital room, Asami sits at the side of the bed where his young lover has been sleeping peacefully for several hours. Asami brings the small hand he'd been loosely holding to his lips, placing a chaste kiss onto Akihito's knuckles and softly massaging the boy's scalp with his free hand.
They had run a rape kit and all appropriate tests on Akihito, after he was put into an induced sleep on Asami's request. Asami was adamant that he did not want Akihito to be put through anymore because of this and he had threatened to do all kinds of horrific things to the hospital chairman himself, if they refused to put the boy to sleep before checking him over.
Asami thinks back, recalling a few hours ago where everything had been so chaotic. On having left his two most trusted men in the car to count down the minutes. He had marched up to the front door of the Kitty club, for once looking as pissed as he actually is and presenting his briefcase to a particularly smug Atakura.
"The papers…"
There is no need for useless words, Asami's running on a tight schedule after all and he knows exactly how this will go. Atakura's first mistake, not taking Asami's satchel from him.
"That's a small bag dude, where's the cash?" Atakura is leaning against the graffitied door frame just finishing off his spliff, taking a last drag before flicking the remains towards Asami's $7,000 shoes.
Asami smirks, yep these brats haven't learned a thing about how the underworld works - even after having their asses handed to them at the weapons deal. In the back of his mind Asami is pleased he didn't call any more of his men in order to deal with these brats, that would've just been embarrassing for everyone.
"Oh? didn't you hear? No one does that any more…the cash has been transferred to an account under your clubs name...It's like a trust fund, so use it wisely."
Atakura clearly didn't think much of that cocky, self assured reminder of that incident and he wants to remind Asami just who the hell's in charge here. He pushes off the wall with a shoulder, turning lazily to the building before looking over his shoulder at the crime-lord...
"Well I admire how you can still have that shit eating look on your face even now old man, but we'll see how long that lasts. Probably until you get strip searched by 10 guys in about 30 seconds."
Atakura eventually opens the creaky door entering the foyer ahead of Asami, laughing to himself along the way and lighting a cigarette this time, taking a long drag and saying "this way Oyaji" and laughing once more.
That's another mistake on his part, Asami notes, this kid is seriously underestimating his opponent - and in the underworld, that's just suicide.
Asami lets the peeling, rusty door creak shut behind him as he walks on after Atakura, bathing them in semi-darkness as the street lights filter through the blinds.
The business men make their way to the stairs to where the main doors to the club are, along with the many private rooms. The foyer they are traveling through is decorated with a deep red filigree wallpaper that has definitely seen better days, Asami wouldn't be surprised if it were an original feature of the building.
As they start to climb the stairs Asami can feel already the delicious thrill that accompanies battling ones enemy, the adrenaline shocking his system right now is causing sensations similar to when he is with his Akihito, his lover, and it drives home the thirst for his boy, feeling everything, noting every detail and still wanting more, always more. And Asami vows to himself in the darkness of the club...
'I will get him back.'
With these thoughts racing in his head and endorphins coursing through his veins, his eyes come to life, glowing a kind of electrified glow and smirk growing more sinister with every step as he passes through the occasional slither of light. It's moments such as these where Asami's more violent primal urges appear, a true alpha male who's mate has been threatened. He decides that now, now's the moment to strike.
The next sequence of events play out so fast, almost as if they were removed from reality entirely and instead captured as sequences of stop motion frames, with only their two speeding heartbeats providing the soundtrack as all else in the world seems to have been drawn into a vacuum.
Asami's wild, fierce eyes smile and his Rolex watch glints in the dim light as his hand slides almost sensually into the front pocket of the satchel, drawing out his weapon.
Atakura's eyes grow wide in alarm and cigarette forgotten it drops to the floor as he turns, reaching into his own jacket -
too slow.
*BANG*
Warm Crimson waves matching the wallpaper explode from Atakura's forehead on impact with a 24 calibre bullet from Asami's Glock, and he falls with a thump, Asami slightly side-stepping the corpse as it falls down the stairs and he continues onward.
Finally the world rights itself again with this first victory and although he had announced his presence with that slight commotion, he's not fazed for he really does love thrill of the hunt, and waiting for him at the end of this trail - is the ultimate prize.
Asami happens to glance at his watch, noticing that he is 1 minute and 16 seconds ahead of schedule, he smirks. Today may be salvaged after all...
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After a week of slow recuperation and rest, Akihito is finally packing to leave and can't wait to get out of hospital and back to work, he's really not happy that he might have lost his position already after being away for just over a week without any explanation.
Both Kirishima and Souh have been stationed outside his room all week and in that time he has (only) tried to escape twice. The first time he was caught red handed trying to jimmy open his window with the only (near enough) suitable object he could find in his room, a toothbrush. Who knew Asami had motion sensors placed on the windows and air vents for exactly that reason?
In the second attempt, Akihito had begged and begged the nurse to steal a doctor's coat for him to wear as a disguise and admittedly the nurse, while unable to bring a coat along with her when she brought his evening meds, did have her spare uniform with her instead.
Akihito was losing his mind at this point anyway, after being there for four days he was going stir crazy from boredom enough to actually consider it, holding up the somewhat flattering blue smock and white stockings while considering the pros and cons of the plan…
But frankly speaking, getting caught by Asami in such an outfit would be – 'pretty hot?...hmmm…
No! It would be bad Akihito, very bad…'
He and Asami had not really talked that much during the week, Asami had been keeping subjects neutral during conversation to avoid any uncomfortable moments for the younger man, and Akihito was somewhat grateful for that as he just wants things to settle down again because really, they had been doing just fine before this shit started happening.
Akihito is currently stood at the foot of his bed, punching his holdall without restraint just trying to fit all his luggage in, though having to try and defy the laws of physics in order to do so. Asami had brought him 'a selective choice' of basically, the clothes he likes to see Akihito wearing, for when he gets out today...
"Goddamned *PUNCH* bag, why do I *PUNCH* have so *PUNCH* much *PUNCH* shit?!..."
In his fit of rage he doesn't hear the door being pushed open by a very amused Asami, he loves to see Akihito is these bratty moments, knowing that there are also many other sides to his kitten that he happens to find great pleasure in coaxing out of him. Wanting to explore that theory some, he smirks and stalks silently his prey….
"…And the only underwear that *PUNCH* perv brought me to *PUNCH* wear were the frickin' lace *PUNCH* thongs, like fuck he forgot I wear *PUNCH* boxers and – *PUNCH* like hell I'll *PUNCH* wear one of those toda-Oof!"
Asami grabs his Akihito from behind, taking him into in a secure embrace and pressing his strong body into the smaller one. He leans in to lick and nibble at the boy's ear lobe, whispering seductively into the sensitive ear, making Akihito shiver…
"So you won't wear one today huh, I'll take that…"
He takes a moment to breath into his boy's ear...placing the softest of kisses just below the earlobe…and grinding his hips just so, against Akihito's ass.
"But you will wear them around the house from tomorrow, and nothing else."
He turns the younger man around, leaning over him in order to breathe him in and then kiss him deeply, and Akihito who had missed Asami's closeness during the week, melts into him. They hold each other, tongues fighting for dominance, eyes occasionally make contact and each of them pulling at clothes, hair and caressing all the skin they can get their greedy hands on while the younger man moans breathlessly and the older man hold his precious boy tighter with each sound elicited...
As the kiss gains in ferocity, Asami starts to nip at the boy's lips in his passion fulled haze and absentmindedly starts to push Akihito back onto the bed, just enjoying the moment of finally getting to feel his adorable lover after a week of abstinence.
Asami hears a soft pained whimper and feels Akihito starting to shake a little and thrash against him, wondering if the kid is having trouble breathing through the kiss, he breaks it to pull back and study the photographer with concerned eyes.
Akihito has his eyes screwed shut and appears to be hyperventilating, his hands finding their way up to Asami's lapels to cling there tightly, trying to ground himself.
As Akihito creeps open his eyes, he looks to be in pain and can't seem to look Asami in the eye, instead he rests his forehead against Asami's shoulder, trying to breathe deeply…
"Sor…sorry Asam…can't…"
"Shh, Akihito. You have nothing to apologise for…
Come here…"
Akihito looks up to Asami who is taking a step back from him, and for a moment he feels disappointed and rejected, trying to reach out for the older man. Asami stops though to squat down on his knees, beckoning Akihito to go to him with that damn smirk back in place, and suddenly Akihito wants to tell Asami to fuck off, him and that fucking smirk.
Instead though, but still Reluctantly Akihito steps forward once to Asami, gasping when the older man reaches up to seize his hips suddenly. Akihito watches on as Asami runs his hands appreciatively over his sex kitten's slim legs and ass, the implacable hands roaming over him are reassuring and it helps Akihito not feel so cornered, although Asami exudes the same dominant energy as usual.
However the hands are moving frustratingly slowly, and frustratingly too near to his crotch, where Akihito actually really needs some attention after that kiss, Akihito closes his eyes and tries in vain to reach for Asami's hands even as they maneuver to avoid the smaller ones and Asami laughs wickedly...
"Nn…Asami, more…"
A full grin now usurps the smirk's position upon Asami's face and he decides that Akihito can handle a touch more attention now. He reaches up those sexy legs a final time before starting, equally as slowly, pulling the fly down in order to remove Akihito's faded Levi's and -
"Fufu…No underwear Akihito…my, what a lewd boy you are"
"I said didn't I?! I'm not wearing a lacy purple thong assho-Ah!"
Akihito immediately loses all ability to talk as Asami takes Akihito into his mouth, the shock of pleasure causes Akihito's knees to go weak and he leans back biting his lip and gripping the bed with his left hand. His right hand makes its way into Asami's perfectly arranged, raven coloured hair to try and coax the older man to take his length in more – anything to add to the blindingly intense pleasure he is feeling now.
And the pleasure, unbelievably, does increase and Akihito cries out in pure ecstasy as Asami's large hands take their place on each of Akihito's bare ass cheeks, kneading the supple flesh and manipulating the movement of Akihito's hips to make him thrust into Asami's mouth.
Takaba is overwhelmed at the feeling and at the gesture Asami is presenting to him, it's one thing to be connected in the way they normally have sex, for it's always so intense and so satisfying - but it's always Asami that takes charge and Akihito sometimes feels that he is just along for the ride, as it were...
Now though, he - Asami is allowing Takaba to have control of the situation completely and as a result Akihito feels empowered, he wants to shout from the rooftops of Shinjuku that he, Takaba – Fucking – Akihito is fucking the Asami Ryuichi, right now - straight in his sexy, smart ass mouth! And Akihito is in a strange way, honored, that he can't imagine Asami having ever let anyone do this with him before, as he's such an overbearing, controlling bastard...
That thought alone is enough to spur Akihito on, feeding the frantic need and craving to feel Asami more and moans increasing several decibels, Akihito goes to town grinding into the warm, moist cavern currently caressing his cock and looks down to his lover's desire filled eyes, looking straight back up at him.
This time they are both too preoccupied in their activity to notice the door being opened and closed as Sudou makes his way into the room, matted hair, wonky cravat and his Burberry suit looking slightly disheveled due to having slept rough for a week as he had been avoiding Asami's goons, who were looking all over Tokyo for him.
He stops dead upon discovering this heart-breaking scene, he had heard the brat was in this hospital after being rescued by his crime lord lover but Sudou had thought the boy would be broken and unusable now so he swung by today to finish the job – but he did not expect this, 'not this!'
His eyes had first been caught by Asami-san's spectacularly broad back that was to him and Sodou had wondered why Asami-san was on the floor - 'could the brat have hurt Asami-san?!' Although he found the answer to his question when he looked up and saw said brat's face, consumed in bliss. Which lead Sudou to connect the dots, joining up to present a picture filled with heartbreak, jealousy and a new wave of rage...
'...What, whaa? The fuck...No! Get off him, fuck-fucking brat! That's right, Asami-san? No! I-I should have done it myself in the first place - finish the little shit off! Asami-san, he-he's just confused, strung along by this whore! and once I finish th-the boy, Asami-san he'll be so thankful...He'll...
wi-will he be thankful?...'
Garter revolver raised in a shaking hand and looking every bit like a (deranged) wife who has just caught her hot husband cheating with the equally as hot babysitter, Sudou's eyes grow wild and he struggles with himself. He had not planned on murdering the kid in front of Asami-san…
Akihito tries his best to be alarmed at the interruption and having another gun pointed at him, he really does. But he happens to just be getting to the best part, unconsciously speeding up his thrusts into Asami's skilled mouth.
All he can do is feebly raise a hand and loosely point in Sudou's direction, half lidded eyes and mouth slack as he still clings to Asami's hair…
"Ah! Nnh A-sami, Crazy dude uh! Gun hah Beh-ind you nnh!"
After a few more thrusts, a very pissed off Asami lets Akihito's cock slip from his mouth in order to turn his head, only to be faced with the grubby club manager and what looks like a prop gun, He sighs and takes a hand from one of Akihito's ass cheeks in order to take out his phone, eyes catching Sudou's slightly and the blond hits Asami with his most lovesick, puppy dog eyes he can muster...'Look at me Asami-san, look at all that I am willing to do for you!'...
"Kirishima…come and get Sudou out of here will you, how did he even get in?...
…Take care of it, you know what to do…"
Asami hangs up and it's only a matter of seconds before Kirishima enters the room, apologising for his 'oversight' and by now not even batting an eyelid at what his employer and lover seem to be doing, he quickly and efficiently takes the gun from Sudou's very shaky, slack hand.
All eyes are on the blond's horrified face, mouth gaping like a fish as Kirishima leads him silently out of the room to be escorted by some of Asami's men out of the hospital, as he starts to make his way down the hall with Suoh's hand clamped on his shoulder he can hear Takaba's screams of passion start up again. Sudou has never been denied anything in his life until Asami-san and he just can't understand, the blond is a retired model, cunning as a fox and pretty good in the sack. So why? Why?...
'Why Takaba? Why him, Why is he so special? why aren't I worthy? Why doesn't Asami-san look at me, only at me? Why hasn't he fallen for me? Why?!'
No matter how many questions he asks himself though, no answers come and through the growing frustration, eventually pain filled tears start to fall from his blue eyes once more, spilling down his cheeks…
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"Akihito, back to it…"
Once the door has closed again, Akihito looks down to see Asami's blazing eyes staring up at him and he doesn't need telling twice, they resume their earlier activity having forgotten the interruption already.
Akihito places his hands tentatively back in Asami's hair and on his broad shoulder to resume his thrusting into the inviting mouth, his movements quickly becoming more wanton and erratic as he races toward orgasm.
Asami is still hungrily staring up at Akihito's adorable lust filled face, gauging just what his boy needs right now to send him over the edge. He slips a finger inside Akihito to tease his prostate lightly with a couple of well-timed strokes...
"Nnh Uh! Asa-Asami!...Uh!"
As Akihito comes he cries out desperately, seeing stars and clutching to Asami as he falls backward onto the bed, Asami allows himself to fall too in order to catch every last drop of Akihito's spend. Always eager to see more of his kitten, Asami starts to work his way back up Akihito's body, lifting the faded maroon shirt out his way in order place kisses and licks to Akihito's stomach and chest.
Glancing to Akihito's face, The older man is rather pleased with himself as the boy's cheeks are a deep shade of red and he is clearly mortified at what he just did a moment ago, just feeling and not thinking. Akihito seems to be too embarrassed to function though, He's currently pretend whistling and determinedly looking at the ceiling tiles as if they are the most interesting things in the world.
It's not until Asami is hovering squarely over Akihito that he stops, waiting and wanting to just silently observe the boy's emotions playing out over his enchanting features, one of Asami's favourite things in the world to do, not that he'd ever tell the brat. Eventually although very bashfully, Akihito's eyes look into Asami's and they stay like that for a few minutes, Asami lying comfortably between his lovers lithe thighs and just brushing a hand through Akihito's hair...
His photographer is still panting lightly after such an intense climax, his eyes watery and his lips are rouged, parted in unconscious invitation and Asami is all too happy to oblige. He leans down to kiss Akihito with the usual ferocity reserved only for him and it causes the boy to swoon even more, Akihito's arms come up to caress that strong, sculpted back and he can't help but sigh out his contentment...
"...A..sami"
"Yes kitten?"
"Uh, you...meant for him to see that?"
The hand carding through Akihito's hair stops momentarily, and a smirk most sinister creeps onto Asami's face as he laughs most evilly, thoroughly freaking Akihito out. The strong hand resumes the tender massage of Akihito's scalp and he looks into his boy's gorgeous hazel eyes once more, mirthfully...
"Maybe..."
"...You're a bastard."
