Six weeks in a hospital was far more than a man like Asami could withstand. It mattered not that his physically therapy started just a mere four days after his surgery, keeping him active. It mattered little that Kei brought him endless piles of folders after endless piles of folder, keeping his mind occupied. He was restless, frustrated, angry; and without his young, beautiful lover. Plus he damn well hated hospitals. They gave him the heebie-jeebies.

However, no matter how occupied Asami attempted to stay occupied, his mind always slid back to Takaba Akihito. His mind enjoyed torturing him with thoughts of what Liu Feilong could being to Akihito right then. The horror that had filled Akihito's beautiful face haunted his waking and sleeping hours. Guilt tore into him at having left Akihito so unprotected and exposed. The pain that had entered Akihito's features when had told the boy to run, played over and over again in his mind's eye. He had simply wanted for his lover to flee to safety. Akihito however, had taken it as rejection.

It was the evening of his thirty second birthday. Asami sat in his unusually comfortable hospital bed - money went far in the world- his gaze focused on the Tokyo skyline. Images of Akihito dancing through his mind. Kei's report on the Liu incident sat on his lap, long forgotten. It hadn't told him anything that he did not already know. Liu Feilong had kidnapped Akihito's two best friends and held them at gun point. Forcing Akihito to betray Asami. Only he hadn't. Instead Akihito had tried to save everyone. The only real surprise was the information pertaining to Yoh Jun. Asami's inside man had died when a Liu rival tried to assassinate Liu Feilong and Yoh had put himself in front of the blade meant for Liu.

The door to his room burst open, startling Asami from his thoughts. A frantic Kirishima Kei rushed in, his phone in hand. Rushing to Asami's side, he handed his book as the phone. Confused, Asami took it and placed it to his ear.

"Hello."

"Evening Ryuichi."

"Liu Feilong!" Asami's eyes narrowed. "You have a lot of nerve calling here."

"You need to cone to Hong Kong immediately. There's... " Feilong released a ragged sigh. "You need to come. Akihito's has been hurt. He needs you."

"What did you do Feilong?" Asami's voice held a lethal edge to it.

"Just come." The line went dead.

Asami dressed in the clothing that Kirishima had thoughtfully brought in a few days ago. He checked his guns and holstered them. He stepped out of his hospital room, his two men at his side. Nurses and orderlies saw them but did not try to stop them. The only one foolish enough to try to stop them was Asami's personal doctor.

"Asami-sama, I have not —"

The doctor shut up, paled and stepped aside as Asami and his two men pointed their guns at his head.

~ Π ~

The helicopter landed on top of the hospital landing pad without a hitch. Not surprising as it was Kirishima Kei at the controls. Asami was out of the helicopter before the rotors came to a stop. Six men from Liu's company came out to greet Asami and his two men. Suoh and Kirishima were cautious, ever aware that this could all be a trap.

The six men bowed respectfully before ushering Asami and his men inside. Long winding hallways came and went. Tightening the tension in Asami's stomach. His heart was pounding. Fear clawing at his gut. The hallways ended and a door settled into Asami's line of vision. He stood there for a moment, heart in his throat. He reached up to push the door open. He hesitated, hand fisting. Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open.

The sight of Akihito laying unconscious in a large hospital bed, covered in tubes and IV lines hit him. Asami felt his knees go week, but he held his ground. He would not let his enemies see him fall. Slowly, he approached his young lover. Tears threatening at the horrible sight before him. Reaching his lover, Asami brushed a gentle hand along one discolored cheek.

"Good, you are here."

Asami did not turn or acknowledge the man sitting in the chair beside Akihito's bed. It took everything in him not to turn and murder the fucking bastard.

"I am sorry about this Ryuichi. Akihito is a great kid. He did n—"

Asami broke. Spinning, he faced a now standing Liu Feilong and punched him dead in the face. Breaking that pristine nose in that stupidly beautiful face. Asami did not so there. He threw punch after punch. Sending the younger mafia leader to the floor. Asami was on top of him, unleashing all his rage and hurt onto the very source of it. It took both Suoh and Kirishima along with a few of Liu's men to pull Asami off of Feilong. By the time they were able to do so, the young leader no longer resembled himself and had lost all sense of consciousness. Nurses and doctors rushed in. Placing Feilong on a gurney, they took him from the room. Breathing hard, Asami simply glared at their retreating backs.

One of Liu's men approached with caution, handing over a manila folder before leaving the hospital room. Closing his eyes, Asami worked to calm himself. Once he had regained himself, he claimed the now empty chair and opened the file. The first page was a large picture of a man bound and naked. Fear was evident on his face. The following page contained all of the man's personal and professional information. As well as a statement from someone by the name of Tao. The next page was a detailed report about the assault Akihito had suffered at the hands of the pictured man. A doctor's report was next followed by pictures that only added to Asami's guilt and torture. Asami snapped the folder shut and handed it over to his men, saying nothing. He didn't need to, they already knew what to do.

~ ¶ ~

Akihito felt as if he had been asleep for years. His eyes were stuck together. His body felt as if it had been hit by a buss, backed up over then run over again. His throat felt as if it was burning and he began to choke on whatever had been shoved down his throat.

Voices surrounded him. Hands pulled at him. He screamed as the thing was pulled free of his throat and his eyes were pried open. Bright light seared his newly opened eyes. Nausea assailed him at the blur of colors, faces and voices. He was overwhelmed and frightened. He didn't recognize his surroundings nor the people throwing words at him in a language he didn't know. Suddenly the people were forcefully removed from him and Akihito found himself gazing up into familiar golden eyes.

"Asami..."

Pain unlike anything he had felt before, overtook Akihito. He reached out for his lover and was gathered into the familiar strong embrace. His body shuddered and he was seized by an unknown force. His eyes rolled back into his head and the world was lost yo Akihito once again.

Asami felt his heart die as Akihito's eyes rolled back and his body was gripped with a violent seizure. He pressed the boy down, holding him so he would not injure himself. Kei pressed his belt into the boy's mouth, preventing him from butting off his tongue. Suoh held the doctors and nurses back. Knowing that Asami was disgusted by them.

When the seizure was over, Asami picked his lover up and carried him into the bathing room. Asami took his time bathing his tiny lover, tracing the marks left on his body by someone that was not Asami. Marks that were sure to scar. Anger bubbled up inside Asami but he kept it in check.

With Akihito bathed, he dressed him in clothing that Kirishima had grabbed before leaving Japan. Picking his far too thin lover up, Asami headed out of the bathing room and called for a doctor. He ordered the doctor to remove the vile tattoo Liu Feilong had violated Akihito's body with.

~ f ~

Akihito woke with a stretch and huge yawn. His body ached, leaving him confused as to why. Tossing the blanket off, he shifted his feet over the side of the bed. It was as he was standing up that Akihito realized he was in a place he did not recognize. The room was large but not as big as Asami's bedroom. There was an open door leading into a beautiful bathroom done in cool blue marble. Sunlight and a warm breeze entered through an archway that led outside.

Curious, Akihito wondered outside. The sun was bright and the air warm. Tall trees talked with the wind. Fountains played their music at either end of a large pool. The sight was absolutely stunning. A grin tipped Akihito's lips upward. Excited, he ran through the private villa. Looking for the one person who could be responsible for all this. He found him sitting in the front room of the villa, clothed in a white silk robe. Newspaper in hand.

Akihito squealed and launched himself at his lover. Asami grunted as Akihito's slight weight hit him at full force. Surprise hit him next when he realized what and who was in his lap.

"Asami!" Akihito threw his arms around his lover's broad shoulders, pressing kisses to Asami's lips and face. "I missed you! How did your business trip go? Did you get all that you wanted?!"

Asami stared at Akihito, stunned. Swallowing, he answered Akihito's questions cautiously. "My trip went well. They gave a bit of resistance but caved in eventually."

Akihito laughed. "No one dares to say no to the great Asami Ryuichi! Especially when he sicks his Kirishima Kei onto them!"

Akihito pressed more kisses to Asami's lips. His hands made quick work of his own clothing and Asami's robe. Once he had them both nude, he shoved Asami backward, until Asami was laying on his back. Akihito pressed kisses along Asami's throat and neck. Over strong shoulders and decadent chest. He drew Asami's nipples into his mouth. Nipping at them sharply before trailing kisses along that tight stomach and powerful hips.

Too happy to be back with his lover, Akihito pulled Asami's heavy cock into his mouth. In his excitement to have his lover back at his side, Akihito went to far and choked. Pulling back, he wiped tears from his eyes. Asami sat up and cupped the side of Akihito's jaw. His instincts were screaming that something was not right. But the utter joy on Akihito's face spoke louder.

Asami flipped their positions, covering that beautiful body with his own. He kissed his young lover with everything in him. Caressing the boy's mouth with his tongue. Pulling back, he trailed his own trail of kisses down over Akihito's body. Worshipping his lover. He trailed kisses along thighs that had lost muscle over the past few weeks spent in a coma. Asami massaged thin legs and caressed those sexy arches in Akihito's delicate feet. Smirking, Asami bit one of Akihito's toes, causing the boy to screams and squirm. Laughing at Asami's teasing.

Asami pulled one of Akihito's legs over his muscular shoulder. Shoving the other leg aside, he fitted himself between Akihito still sexy thighs. Asami pulled a section of thigh into his mouth, suckling and butting it. When he finally released it, a huge hickey remained behind. Turning his attention to the prize between Akihito's legs, Asami buried his face between those luscious globes of Akihito's butt. His tongue lade a trail from the base of Akihito's spine to the boy's glorious balls. Then from balls to spine. Back and forth he licked, dipping his tongue inside his lover's sweet hole.

"Mmmm, Asami. Please, its not enough. Please, please. I need you inside me. Now. Right now!"

Akihito's fingers dug into Asami's flesh, drawing blood. Asami shifted so he rose above his lover. He aligned himself with Akihito's entrance and slowly pushed in. His body was tense with the need to shove in and pound away like a mindless dog, but he didn't. It had been over three months since he had last made love to Akihito and if he was not careful, he could severly injure his boy. So centimetre by centimetre, Asami slid inside Akihito. Slowly becoming one with his lover.

~ b ~

Asami lay on the couch, Akihito laying across his body. Sweat and cum covered their bouquet but neither cared. Asami played with Akihito's soft curls, made longer by the months away from his home. Concern and guilt ate at him.

"Akihito, what is the last thing you remember?'

"Going out with the guys. Getting smashed. Going home alone to get even more shit faced alone."

"What month is it?"

Akihito pushed himself up on Asami's chest, a frown on his face. "It's June. Why?"

"No reason." Asami pressed Akihito's head back down and drew the light blanket down off the back of the couch. Covering them both with it. "Go back to sleep Akihito."

"Bloody bastard, don't tell me what to do!" Akihito grumbled. A yawn stealing his words away. He settled down, nuzzling his face against Asami's chest. Closing his eyes, he was soon asleep. Blissfully unaware of the turmoil in Asami and problems his words brought.

A few hours later, showered and freshly dressed, Asami and Akihito settled in for a light dinner. Asami watched Akihito with concern, as did Kei and Kazumi. Asami had informed his two best friends and only people he'd ever trust Akihito's life with, about Akihito's seemingly lack of memory. Kei had wanted to call for a doctor immediately, but Asami was worried that such an action could cause Akihito harm. So Kei contented himself with simply consulting with experts.

As the three men watched, Akihito ate the food placed before him with his usual gusto. Seemingly unaffected by his weeks long medically induced coma. The sight brought them a small measure of relief. The sun was beginning to set, setting Akihito's hair ablaze with color. His eyes blazed with joy as he happily ate away. Light reflecting off water caught Akihito's sight.

"We should go for a swim after dinner!"

Asami smiled. "Sure."

"Those two bozos should join us as well. Its so hot and you've been forcing them to wear those god awful black suits all day."

Asami chuckled. "They can come along for a swim I suppose."

"Wait! Do I even have a swimsuit?"

"Yes." Kirishima replied. "I made sure to buy you at least two of them after we arrived on the island. You will find that you have ten pairs of shorts, twenty shirts and just ass many pairs of underwear."

"You, uh, went through my underwear drawer Kirishima?"

"Of course not." Kirishima gave a displeased sniff. "I bought you all new things."

"I don't know what bothers me more. Knowing you bought me underwear or you going through my underwear drawer No was it I do know. The underwear drawer bothers me more. Just the thought of you sniffing at my underwear..." Akihito gave a shudder.

Asami laughed heartily at Akihito's teasing. The look on Kei's face making it all the better. With an annoyed huff, Kei stomped off to rejoin Suoh.

Not much latter, the sound of splashing water and joyful laughter could be heard coming from the private villa's pool. Akihito swam around, splashing his lover and his two men in the face. From time to time, Akihito would sneak up on the three older men. Catching them off guard, he would jump up on their backs and pull them down beneath the water. All in all, it was as wonderful evening that let the three men relax and forget about their troubles.

~ v ~

Asami stared up at the whirling ceiling fan. Akihito lay at his side, naked, his head resting just above where Asami's heart beat within. His long curls tickled Asami's chin as he pressed a kiss to the blond's head.

The day was full of surprises, both good and bad. However, joy was able to conquer for a time. Now, n the dark of the night, the horrors that had been revealed, bombarded Asami's mind. It was more than evident that Akihito was missing his memory of the past few months. Asami wondered if that was not some sort of miracle But what if Akihito never regained that time? Would it still be a miracle then? Should Asami keep this from Akihito? What would telling Akihito the truth do to the boy?

There were no good options. It was as if everything good in their life just wanted to fall apart. Scrubbing a hand over his face, Asami sat up. Intending to go drink himself into a drunken stupor. Akihito's arms tightened around his waist and a harsh simper left the boy.

"Please don't leave me Asami." The boy pleaded in his sleep.

Asami settled back against the bed's headboard, pulling Akihito between his legs. Resting Akihito's head on one thigh, Asami pulled the blanket up over his young lover. Lighting a cigarette, Asami ran his fingers through Akihito's curls.

"I'll never leave you Akihito. You are mine for all of eternity. I will drag you down into the abyss with me, when my time comes."

~ n ~

Something wasn't quite right. Asami, Kirishima and Suoh treated him as they always had. Mixing in a few more fun moments between the four of them that had never happened before. That wasn't what was wrong though.

No, what was wrong was the fact that he could not remember coming to this island and its wonderful villa. No matter how hard he tried. There were no calendars or magazines He wasn't allowed to make phone calls let alone touch a phone. Anytime Asami read the paper, he would be sure to hide it from Akihito's view whenever he entered the room. No one would tell him how long they were to stay on the island. In truth, Akihito wasn't even sure of the date. All he had was a calculation based on his last memory before waking up on the island. Getting drunk. Based on that, it should be nearly August.

Which meant... Asami's birthday was coming up! That knowledge steered Akihito away from his suspicions. He marched around the island, looking for the he best gift for his lover. Unhappy with all that he found, Akihito begged for computer access. Only to end up being denied. This led to a huge fight between Asami and Akihito. A fight where Akihito actually threw something at his lover. Shocking them both.

Now Akihito was laying on the sofa located in the villa's front room. Tossing and turning in his sleep. Nightmarish images haunting his mind. Blood dripped down the pale walls of Asami's penthouse. Smoke filled the air, cutting off all oxygen. He searched for his lover but he could find him nowhere. Instead, he found Liu Feilong. Akihito screamed and lunged at the man. However, instead of landing on the man, Akihito sailed through him. Liu Feilong disappeared, revealing Asami laying dead on the penthouse floor.

Sobbing and denying the truth of what he saw, Akihito crawled his way over to Asami. To Akihito's horror, Asami's skin turned a dull, lifeless gray. Shriveling and loosening away from Asami's body. Asami's almost skeletal head turned toward Akihito. Once golden eyes were now blood red and filled with rage. Sharp, boney fingers reached out and wrapped around Akihito's throat. Strangling him.

Akihito fought but was no match for the dead, demonic Asami. He clawed at the fingers squeezing the life out of him anyways. In the waking world, Akihito was clawing at his own throat. Tearing bloody furrows into his own flesh. Akihito tumbled onto the floor, a scream on his lips.

In the bedroom, Asami lay awake. Every detail of his argument with Akihito replayed in his mind. He could hear Akihito tossing and turning in the other room. Everything in him urged him to go to his lover and comfort him. But he resisted.

A scream and the sound of a body hitting the floor reached him. Asami was out of bed and racing to Akihito's side without a single thought. He halted at the sight of Akihito on the floor, fingers buried in his own throat, blood flowing everywhere. Heart in his throat, Asami fell to his knees at Akihito's side. He pulled the boy's hands away from his throat and brought him into a tight, loving embrace. Asami murmured comforting words, realizing that his young lover was still lost to his nightmare.

Standing, Asami carried Akihito into the bedroom. Holding him tightly with one arm, Asami searched through the secret compartment in the closet. Finding what he needed, Asami jabbed a needle into Akihito's arm. Soon Akihito was collapsing in his arms. Asami laid the blond down on the bed carefully. He called for Kirishima and Suoh.

The two men wasted no time in coming to Asami and Akihito's aid. Stripping down to his shirt, Kirishima prepared the supplies he would need to fix Akihito. Kirishima worked fast and expertly. Cleaning Akihito's wounds and stitched them with neat little stitches, hoping to prevent scarring. Done, he bandaged up Akihito's neck. Leaving the cleaning of the boy's body to Asami.

~ • ~

Morning found Asami holding a sobbing Akihito. With the horrific nightmare, came memories of the past few months. The kidnapping of Akihito's friends. His betrayal of Asami. His own kidnapping as well as the horrific attack that he had suffered.

Akihito shook. Fear clutching at his heart. He was afraid Asami would kill him for his betrayal. Yet Akihito could not release the older man. Comforted by the man's familiar strong embrace.

"I'm so sorry Asami." Akihito sobbed.

"Shh, shh. I know honey. Shh. It is okay. Everything is okay. I am not angry with you Akihito. I know everything. Your friends are innocent and deserved to be saved. —"

Akihito looked up with bloodshot eyes soaked with tears. "You didn't deserve to be betrayed!"

"There are many in this world who would disagree with you, my sweet little Akihito." Asami gave a slightly humours chuckle. He pressed a soft kiss to Akihito's forehead. "Akihito, I do not blame you for th actions you took that night. You showed loyalty to the two people who have been by your side all your life. I respect that loyalty. As does Kei and Kazumi."

"But what about my loyalty to you?"

"You tried repeatedly to warn us. Even though it cost you to be hurt when you were caught." Another kiss, to Akihito's lips this time. "That is loyalty my love."