AN: I had fun writing this update. I don't think this is what you guys/gals had in mind though. lol. Please enjoy!
Part 9:
There were only two reasons why his lover would venture into Club Fetish: either to enjoy the amenities or to find someone.
In regards to the latter, since Takaba knows that Asami is owner to thirteen clubs (amongst other reputable and disreputable establishments) all scattered about Japan and most of them are in Tokyo, one may presume the photographer was looking for him in all likelihood. That presumption would have been baseless however. Fact is Takaba only knows for a certainty that Asami owns Club Sion. The kid also knows that Asami uses that particular club as his headquarters of sorts. Otherwise since they're living together, looking for Asami elsewhere besides their penthouse would have been a moot point.
But of course, if Takaba wasn't looking for him, then the kid could have been chasing someone else. Most likely for a story lead. This would have been the next logical leap. Again the fact is the only camera the photographer took with him is now in the custody of Kirishima. All other cameras the boy owns are kept safe and secure in Asami's penthouse. This the crime lord can vouch with a certainty.
Therefore if this also true, the other recourse would have been Takaba was looking for a friend. This Asami can truly affirm without a doubt is not possible since he kept a close profile on all of his lover's friends and family. And since none of them are in his employ using their true name or least likely, an alias, this predicament was not possible either.
Thus, one can only conclude the least likely endeavor is the most likely path Takaba has taken.
As the name of Club Fetish states, the business it dealt with is exactly what it entails. It is an establishment who's membership is by invitation only, that is if one can afford the anonymity. For those who can, the amenities available are limitless and the people plying their trade, truly artisans at work.
It was one of Asami's most lucrative business ventures. And due to the A-list clienteles and the nature of their depravity, hidden security are a must.
Inside Club Fetish, there is a control room with two security guards. At all times must there be two in the room along with a security manager to make instant judgment if an altercation should arise and detainment necessary for some of the more overzealous clients. It was this team that alerted Asami immediately when they spotted Takaba Akihito saunter into the establishment.
Upon their boss' arrival, all three of them rose from their seats and Asami gave them a nod in greeting.
The security manager on duty was quick to get down to business.
"Takaba-san is in the Green VIP room sir. He requested Miyuki and Saiyuri pair to cosplay as Furry geishas. They're entertaining him currently Asami-sama."
In hearing this, Asami quickly move to see for himself and was baffled by the display shown on the fifteen inch screen.
In his line of business, nothing much surprises him anymore. So it wasn't the scene that had him raise a brow or two; it was Takaba's choice of fare. He'd thought he knew all of his lover's turn-on. It would seem Asami was mistaken.
After a few months of domesticity and two weeks of disappearance, his Takaba had suddenly develop a taste for Furry play? With women no less?
He would have laughed at the notion had he not seen two of his best duo combination team dressed as requested courtesy of their in-house designers and makeup artists. Both girls wore furry ears atop their heads and traditional geisha kimonos. Although instead of their faces being painted the normal pasty white with red lips, both girls sported a painted on nose and whiskers. Their makeups specifically outline to resemble a canine of some type. Given the oddity of such a request, an amused Asami decides to see what fantasy had brought his Takaba into his neck of the woods.
His boy chose a plump woman. Asami never would have pegged her to be Takaba's type. The profile Kirishima gathered regarding his lover's past didn't demonstrate such an attraction. The photographer was fairly virginal upon their first encounter, a fact Asami still delight in till this day. The boy's one-time high school sweetheart only lasted two months and a few chaste kisses. The picture Kirishima uncovered in Takaba's yearbook show a cute girl who looks more like his brat's sister than would be lover.
Despite the inconsistency, what did surprise Asami was Takaba's choice of a woman if at all.
After Hong Kong, he'd thought they establish that his lover belong to him. That the undeniable attraction between them was mutual? That they were on a working relationship?
Once he's decided he wanted Takaba in his life, the choice was irrevocable. The boy belongs to him. Likewise the reverse is true. This was another setback Asami hadn't expected.
At the moment, he'll tolerate it. It was proving to be entertaining if not enlightening of the boy's recent chaotic behavior.
Currently Miyuki was entertaining Takaba with an intricate dance while Saiyuri expertly plays the koto in accompaniment. His boy seems to be enjoying himself as he lounge back on the leather sofa. The dance and open flirting was amusing at first until Takaba, midway through, demonstrated uncharacteristic aggressiveness.
Asami inadvertently moves forward to peer closer to what's happening. His boy all but tore Miyuki's robe leaving a few bleeding scratch marks on her body while keeping the furry ears and paw gloves intact. Saiyuri continues to play in the background, no doubt changing the tempo and feel of the music to match the scene.
Asami's amused smirk disappears and was soon replace by a scowl in light of Takaba's obvious arousal by Miyuki's skills. The boy's attraction to Fei Long, the crime lord can handle. This strange perversity was unusual given Takaba's nature.
After a few more minutes of watching, he had enough. This whole night didn't make any sense. Asami was eager to initiate their reunion and get to the bottom of this change.
The young man hated confrontations. He'd spent his whole life avoiding such niceties. He'd much prefer evasive subtlety. However, even he understands that certain situations require him to be direct. The man before him demanded no other recourse. Still, he would hate to end his play day so soon.
After eliciting a deep sigh of regret and loss, the young man reaches down and adjusts his deflated hard on back into his slacks. His keen eyes notices the glint of interest reflected off the golden pair.
A knowing smirk flits across his face before he makes a show of wetting his lips before speaking. His tone deliberately cocky at best.
"I paid cash for this 'show and tail' you know? I was assured no interruptions."
A manicured brow rose in response. Those cold eyes were defrosting and the young man dealt another card from his deck as he wait for a verbal reply.
He eased his posture to sink further into the seat as he braces both arms over the top of the sofa. The movement opened up his shirt even more, displaying his washboard abs glistening with sweat.
The scent of the other's arousal tickled his nose. Right on cue.
Asami couldn't believe the boy's audacity. To be able to affect such calm in the face of his wrath was new. More impressive still was his lover pretending not to recognize him.
What game was the boy playing?
The sheer amount of confidence oozing off of Takaba was intoxicating though. This change Asami liked. He decided to play along.
The older man moves his form to sit across from his lover, directly behind the closed door where Suoh stood guard. It was only the two of them. Both girls long since made their exits upon the boss' arrival.
Asami lean back on the seat and adopted a relax pose. He pulled out a Dunhill and lit the stick. The wispy smoke permeated the room. Oddly, Takaba's nose twitches in annoyance.
Asami consider the other a moment longer then spoke with much humor.
"That would have been the case have you been an actual member, Takaba."
The boy flashed him a toothy smile.
"You wouldn't count that against me would you, my friend?"
Asami pause briefly before he continues his motion and took a puff of his cigarette before he reply.
"That would depend."
"Oh?"
The boy acted surprise before he brushes his hair back then smoothly transitions the slow trail downwards to his neck, chest and finally waist. All in one tantalizing stroke.
The crime lord couldn't help but smirk at the display.
"Would you like to play a game?"
The response was genuine.
"I like games."
Asami took another puff.
"Good. Let's play a game of twenty questions then."
A pout surface and the boy playfully stroke his waist band.
"Questions? That's no fun."
Asami lower his gaze and slowly move them upwards to meet playful brown ones. His tone dropped a decibel.
"Anything can be made fun, Takaba."
The kid sat forward and flashes another toothy grin.
"I suppose. What's in it for me?"
He took some time to consider that question.
"At the end, if you answer all twenty questions truthfully, I'll forgive your trespass."
"How would you know if I'm not lying?"
"That's where the fun parts begin."
The other move to sit back against the sofa, seeming to consider his offer.
Asami continue to smoke.
"I don't think I'll like your game."
The crime lord affects a hurtful tone.
"What do you have in mind?"
The boy moves forward once more and reaches into his inside breast pocket.
Suoh immediately changes stance, the tension in his frame not so obvious. Asami kept his sharp eyes to mischievous brown ones.
A small deck of cards was pulled out and flashed proudly by the other with an arm outstretched directly in front of his face.
Asami raise a brow at the naked catlike looking drawing.
"Koi koi. Twenty rounds. Winner collects pot in a form of a question or request."
