Akihito's mind was in a whirlwind. He'd seen Asami nude many, many, many times. His eyes had taken in every inch of that unblemished skin. Every inch but for his back. Never once had he seen the man's back. It was odd.

Akihito sat down on the bed as he thought over all he knew about the man named Asami Ryuichi. It wasn't much, to be sure. He knew the basics about the man, same as many others. The Asami's were a long standing family, dating back hundreds of years. They were nobles and warriors, many had become well respected samurai. It was said that they were even descended from royalty.

Asami Ryuichi's only known living family was his paternal grandmother. What other family he had, had died in a huge fire at the family home, nearly sixteen years ago. Asami Ryuichi was well known businessman, who owned multiple clubs, hotels, restaurants, hospitals. You named it, Asami owned it. He was a multi billionaire business tycoon. He was wanted by men and women alike and Akihito found himself to be no different in that regard.

There were no scandals of any sort linked to his name. Not surprising since he owned a publishing company. The man could make any story about him disappear. These were all things anyone could find out. That was why, when the tip about the famous bachelor businessman being in a hotel room with the Prim Minister's wife, Akihito couldn't resist. Asami's image was just so clean, Akihito didn't believe it. He had to know the real truth of the man. He had ended up learning far more than he had ever wanted to know.

Now he was living with the man. He knew the type of toothpaste he used. The color of his toothbrush. The way his hair looked when it was down and when it was wet. Knew that the man hated sweets and had a taste for grilled cheese and tomato soup. Something his grandmother had made for him when he was a child. He knew how heartless the man was. How he could hurt someone without bating an eye. He also knew just how gentle the man could be. How caring he could be.

Yet for this knew information, Akihito felt as if he did not know the man at all. Could anyone? Maybe Suoh and Kirishima did. They had known the man since childhood. There were many layers to that man and Akihito found himself wanting to know every layer. No matter how terrible. Akihito wanted it all. If he was honest,which he was not entirely ready to be, he would find himself admitting that he was in love with one, Asami Ryuichi.

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Akihito watched as Asami gathered his things and headed towards the bathroom. Akihito stopped Asami's movements with a gentle hand on his arm.

"What is it that you need Akihito?"

"Umm, I was wondering…" Akihito bit his bottom lip in hesitation. He looked away from the older man as he blushed. "Can I join you?"

Asami's brow raised in surprise. Every morning, Asami and Akihito bathed together. At night, Asami bathed alone. Never had Akihito asked to join. Pleased, Asami smiled.

"Yes."

Delighted, Akihito grabbed Asami's hand and nearly dragged the older man into the bathroom. Akihito slowly and carefully removed Asami's clothing. Taking time to run his hands all over the man's flesh. Once he was finished with Asami's clothing, he began to remove his own. He'd been nude before the older man many times, yet he still found it hard to strip before 's hands shook as he removed his shirt but he did not hesitate. Shirt gone, he moved his hands down to his waist and the button of his jeans. Taking a deep breath, he popped the button and slid the zipper down.

He did it. He had stripped himself nude before Asami. Pride filled Akihito. No longer would Asami have to strip him for their joint showers. Asami smiled as he ran his eyes over Akihito. The boy was truly beginning to trust him. He knew how hard it was for the boy to be naked in front of others. Someone had hurt his boy, badly. Asami had long ago vowed to destroy that person. Asami reached out and tugged Akihito close. He pressed a chaste kiss to the boys soft, lush lips.

Akihito pulled away and tugged Asami into the shower. Pressing on those broad shoulders, Akihito urged Asami to sit on the bench. Akihito back a sigh when Asami refused to sit in a way that would allow him to sit behind him and view the his back. Shaking his head at the man's odd behaviour, Akihito began to wash Asami's hair. Asami's eyes closed and a moan of pleasure escaped as Akihito's fingers massaged his head. Akihito couldn't resist smiling. This was something he had never done before. It had always been Asami washing him.

Akihito's hands moved down Asami's neck, kneading the tense muscles there. Slowly his hands crept over those strong shoulders, down muscled arms, taking a break at Asami's armpit. Akihito's fingers wiggled slightly over the flesh there. Asami opened one eye to stare at Akihito. Akihito poked out his bottom lip in a cute pout.

"I was hoping that you were ticklish there."

Asami grinned as his hands came up to Akihito's armpits. "You mean like you?"

Akihito shouted in laughter as Asami's fingers began to tickle him. "NO! STOP! PLEASE! I WANT TO FINISH WASHING YOU!"

Surprised, Asami sat back and looked up at Akihito. Then a sly grin slid into place and he pulled Akihito in close, wrapping his arms around the boy's waist. Are you enjoying washing me, Akihito?"

"Yes. Now sit still and be quiet!" Akihito pride Asami's arms away. "And keep your hands to yourself!"

Asami chuckled as Akihito went back to washing him. Akihito's fingers caressed Asami's chest. Asami smirked but said nothing. Akihito's fingers slipped down to caress rock hard abs, then down strong thighs to long legs then to a pair of sexy feet. Akihito stood.

"Turn around Asami, so I can wash your back."

Asami didn't move a muscle. For a while, Akihito thought that the man would keep true to his odd behaviour but unexpectedly, the man shifted. Happy enough to cry, Akihito set about washing Asami's back. It was as the soap slid off the strong back that Akihito saw it.

It was not as nice as the one Kirishima had. It looked as if it may have been carved into the flesh before being branded in, oh so very deep. It had to have been painful. Looking at it made Akihito want to cry. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to it. Asami turned to him with a raised brow.

"Who is Asami Akihito?"

Asami stood so fast that he knocked Akihito over. He dragged Akihito up by his hair and slammed him up against the tiled wall. "WHERE DID YOU HEAR THAT NAME?!" He slammed Akihito again

"I saw it on your back."

"Never mention that name again, Akihito."

"Why not?"

"Because I said so."

"I want to know everything about you."

"I will never tell you. Nor will Kirishima or Suoh."

"Then I will dig out the information."

Asami slammed one of Akihito's shoulders into the wall. He pressed his face close to Akihito's. Pointing a finger at the boy, he spoke low and threateningly. "Listen here little boy. Stick your nose where it doesn't belong and you will retreat it."

"I don't care. I want to know anything and everything about you Asami."

"You want to know so much about me? Then come here little boy."

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Asami tossed Akihito down on a bed the boy had never seen before. He pulled chains down from a wall and fastened them to the boy's wrists and ankles. Asami pulled Akihito's hands high above his head before spreading his legs so far apart that it hurt. Akihito didn't fight or complain. Just watched the man work. There were no tears when Asami rammed himself inside of Akihito. The boy did not cry out or beg for mercy.

He had seen the pain in Asami's eyes. The man wasn't there with him now. Asami was lost in another world that he wished to escape from. And he was using Akihito to do that. Akihito was willing to let him.

A hand came up to wrap around his throat. Pressure cut off his breathing. Akihito's blue eyes met Asami's golden eyes. The gold softened for a moment before hardening again. The pressure increased on his throat, Asami's lips crashed against his own. Teeth bit soft flesh. Akihito winced as his tongue was ripped apart. Asami growled at the taste of blood in his mouth. Asami's thrusts increased in strength. Akihito moaned as Asami struck his prostate with every inward thrust. Asami reached down to roughly stroke Akihito's hard cock.

A scream tore from Akihito as he came. Coating both him and Asami in his cum. Asami buried his face in Akihito's neck. Biting down hard as he growled out his orgasm. Filling Akihito to the brim.

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Akihito lay in Asami's arms. The man was smoking another cigarette in a long line of cigarettes. The man looked calm but Akihito could see the slight tremble in his hand. Akihito reached up and caressed the side of Asami's face.

"Asami, do you brand all of your lovers?"

"I don't have lovers. Just whores."

"I'm a whore?"

"No."

"Then what am I? A pet?"

"No."

"Do you brand everyone you sleep with?"

"No."

"Am I special?"

Asami didn't say anything for awhile. His heart beat faster beneath Akihito's ear. His hand came up to cup the back of Akihito's head. A deep breath was released. "Yes Akihito, you are special to me."

Akihito climbed over Asami to rest on top of the man. "Then tell me about Asami Akihito."

Asami shoved Akihito off of him. Standing, he strode away. Akihito sighed and followed after him. He found Asami in the living room, a bottle of scotch pressed to his lips. Akihito wrapped his arms around Asami's waist. One of the man's hands came down to rest on top of Akihito's. Asami set the bottle down and turned to face Akihito.

"Asami Akihito was my son. He was kidnapped thirteen years ago. I have not seen him since. I do not know what has become of him. Truth is, I don't think he is alive."

Tears fell from Asami's eyes. Akihito pulled the man close and whispered soothing words of love. Akihito shut his eyes as he felt his own tears build up. Someone had hurt this strong man deeply. As Akihito felt Asami's tears fall into his hair, he vowed to find out what had happened to Asami's son and make those responsible pay dearly.