Akihito walked around the gallery, he was alone in the dimly lit room which was interrupted with spotlights of light focused on individual portraits suspended from the ceiling and hung on walls or easels throughout the room. He had to admit, he wouldn't have been able to accomplish his vision for the gallery showing without the help of Kirishima-San. The man was a master. He had earned Akihito respect and lifelong gratitude, with his hard work and support of Akihito.

At first when Asami, had insisted that Kirishima take over the planning after Akihito had collapsed from overworking himself and forgetting to eat. He had been upset. This was his baby and he must admit he had caused Kirishima san lots of problems getting in the man's way and being a brat. It wasn't until, he

had done something incredibly stupid and dangerous trying to prove that he could do everything; that day Kirishima lost his patience. He slapped Akihito on the back of his head and reamed him a new one.

Akihito had stood there speechless as Kirishima tore him a new one. Seeing that Kirishima wasn't just a silent shadow to Asami; but that he actually cared about Akihitio's well-being and making this show a success. This allowed Akihito to turn things over to Kirishima and become his biggest fan. Much to Kirishima's chagrin.

Akihito made one last sweep around the gallery. He paused in front of the photo hanging prominently from the ceiling. It was of three boys. Two of them wrestling on the floor, their faces plastered with laughter and glee; while the third boy stood behind them trying to look disapproving but the affectionate look in his eyes and tiny smirk betrayed him.

The boys reminded him of himself and his friends. He had met the boys when he had gone to photograph an orphanage to create a pamphlet for the orphanage to entice donors and possible parents for the children. It was there that he learnt that these three boys had formed such an attachment that they refused to be adopted unless they could all be together. They were exasperating to the director of the orphanage, since they weren't related by blood and could have gone individually to good homes but they refused, since they had become their own little family.

Seeing the friendship and loyalty, Akihito became inspired. Like those boys he had formed his own family with Kou and Takato. So Chosen Family became a reality, for his first solo gallery showing. A series of photos featuring people and their stories of how they became a family, some of the stories were sad and painful and others were funny. They were all inspiring.

He had photos of a gay couple signing their family registry, of two widowed friends who had met through a support group and started a business to help support their families, some of policemen, and many others that had responded to his online post to photograph and tell their stories.

'Takaba san, are you ready? Asami Sama is waiting for you.'

'Yeah, I'm coming. I just had to see it one last time before the opening tomorrow' Akihito walked over to Kirishima standing at the door of the gallery.

When he reached the man he took a deep bow. 'Thank you Kirishima san for everything. I know I made your job difficult in the beginning; am sorry for that.'

Looking up from bow, he was confronted by a red faced Kirishima. Wanting to spare, the man any further embarrassment he stepped around him and headed out towards the limo.

'Takaba'

Akihito turned around at Kirishima's call.

'You're welcome' with that the secretary turned and went about locking up the gallery for the night.

The next morning found Akihito, awake lying in bed having given up on sleep hours ago. Asami had arranged for him to spend the night at the Aman Tokyo, to relax and be close to gallery. Despite the luxury of the hotel, Akihito couldn't help feeling troubled. His stomach was in knots, signaling to some unforeseen disaster.

Akihito sighed and rolled over hugging the pillow to his chest. Perhaps after tonight he would never do another show or take another photograph if the critics hated his showing. No matter what Asami and Yagi Sensei said about it being the best. If the critics hated it, he knew he would never recover. This would be the end.

'Hey Akihito, wake up sleepy head' Akihito grunted as he felt a body collapse on top him. Squirming out from under Takato, he took the pillow whacked him it.

'I'm up, I have been for hours. Why are you awake, its only7:30 am?'

'Well, because Kou, Ume and I had dinner with your dad last night, while you busy at the gallery and he informed us that we would all be having breakfast at 7:45am sharp and he won't be waiting about for us.' Takato responded with a cheeky grin and a roll of his eyes.

'Oh God' Akihito groaned and ran into the bathroom Takato laughter trailing behind him. with everything thing going on and Kirishima handling the details he had totally forgotten that Asami had Kirishima arrange for his father to come to the gallery show along with one of his aunts and two of cousins. As well as, Kou, his wife Ume and Takato who was staying in his suite with him since Takato's wife couldn't make it.

Ten minutes later, he was dressed and along with Takato making their way down to the hotel's restaurant.

Akihito swallowed nervously as they elevator gently pinged to signal that they reached their floor. he hadn't seen his father in three years and they hadn't spoken since their last disastrous conversation on the phone three months ago.

Frankly he had been surprised, when Asami mentioned that he was sending his driver to pick his father, aunt and cousins from the airport. He thought that he wouldn't have come since he had never even received a phone call saying that he would come after the invitations had been sent.

Well he couldn't blame him, since the invitations all had contact information that was linked to Kirishima san. Who was in charge of the guest list.

A hand on his shoulder woke him from his thoughts. 'Are you okay?' Takato asked a frown creasing his handsome face. 'You could go back to your room if you want, I'll cover for you. You don't have to see him if it's going to be too much today.'

'Nah it's okay' he forced a smile on his face. 'Better to get it over with now and not later at the gallery, just don't mention anything about me and Asami. Remember he's just my patron in front of them.'

Takato slapped his back and slung his arm around his shoulders as they walked into the restaurant. 'I've got your back.'

'Aunt Chiasa, Gina, Hoshi, Oto san good morning. Akihito walked over and hugged his only tolerable Aunt in the family and his two cousins, though gorgeous to look at he could only deal with them one at a time. As a pair, they were horrible. Always causing trouble, filled with cutting remarks that always left it clear to him that he was different from the rest of his family.

When he made it to his father, they embraced quickly and awkwardly. He was saved from saying anything further as Kou and Ume joined them.

The breakfast was actually going well. Kou's wife Ume was television writer on a popular soap and was busy regaling his Aunt and cousins with stories on the soap and the actors. Kou and Takato were busy carrying on a steady stream of conversation with his father on the price produce and the latest farming techniques and machinery.

Akihito studied his father. Takaba Hiro, was 5 foot 9. At 55 years of age the man looked 40. He possessed what Akihito called demon genes. Everyone in his family did. They all seemed to look a few younger than their actual age. He was tan from years of outdoor work and had a body that was lean and full of wiry muscle. He was also stronger than he looked. His face was smooth except for his forehead which was creased, with hard brown eyes and thick eyebrows. His father was the picture of a formidable man.

'So is this how you're living now. Fancy hotel and private limos?' His father asked his browed creasing even more as he turned a glare of disapproval Akihitio's way.

'What? No Oto san.' Just when he thought everything was going to be okay. 'No, we're only staying here to be close to the gallery. I only just got here late last night, I still have my apartment.'

'Well I had to ask since, from the minute we got off the plane it's been enjoy with Asami sama's compliments. Unlike you I'm a proud man. I don't like having to stay and eat at another man's expense when I'm perfectly capable of paying my own way.'

Akihito's breath caught in his throat at his father's words. The whole table had fallen silent at his father's words.

'Jeez Hiro, no one said that you can't pay for anything. I think it's nice that the boy's patron wanted to show his appreciation. It means that Akihito must be very talented for us to receive such treatment.' Aunt Chiasa said sending him a sympathy smile his way.

Ume smiled, "Aunty is right, there is no need to worry, Akihito is still the same guy. He works hard and he still the same humble, talented guy he has always been. This is just the fruits of his labor finally paying off.'

His father just grunted and carried on eating his breakfast.

Akihito fussed with the knot on his tie for the fourth time now. He just couldn't seem to get enough air. All he wanted now was to jump out of the limo, strip off his suit and run. Kou grabbed his hand just as he was about to reach for the tie again. The pressure of the squeeze on his hand, helped considerably to soothe some of his nerves.

'O.M.G!' Gina squealed. Startling everyone in the car. 'Hoshi! Look it's the hot actor from that movie we saw last week.'

'No way, Akihito you know him, you have to introduce me?' Hoshi pleaded

'Ah, I actually don't know him, or ninety percent of the people here. I only the know the critics and my peers.' Shrugged earning him a disappointing look from his cousins.

'I could ask Kirishima san to introduce you though, he was the one that put the guest list together.' Akihito said

'Thanks Akihito' his cousin said in unison.

Suddenly there was a gentle knock on the limo's window.

'Takaba Sama,' the man he recognized as one of Kirishima's undersecretary bowed. 'If you could follow me, I'll take you through the back entrance and Sadao san will take your guests on the red carpet and then into the event.'

'Okay thanks, um guys I'll see you later inside okay.' With that he exited the limo and followed the man to the back entrance and into the office of the gallery director. Where he found Asami, Kirishima looking at security feeds on the event taking place.

'Asami Sama' the undersecretary bowed after he ushered Akihito into the room. Asami nodded and the man left closing the door silently behind him.

Akihito breath caught as he locked gazes with Asami. The man looked sinfully good in a black tuxedo, but it was his eyes that always did for Akihito, as the amber color deepened as he raked lust filled eyes over Akihito's body.

Kirishima's discreet cough had Akihito, tearing his gaze away from Asami as bright pink blush swept across his cheeks.

'I'll leave now and mingle with your guests until you're ready to come out with Takaba san.' Kirishima said as he took up his tablet and walked towards the door.

'Oh Kirishima san, I have a favor to ask. My cousins wanted to meet some famous actor. If it's no trouble could you introduce them.' Akihito asked.

'None at all.' The man said closing the door behind him.

A wall of warmth pressed against his back. Akihito leaned back pressing his back into Asami's chest. Strong arms encircled him. he tilted his neck to the side as Asami nudged at his neck making room for the man to kiss as much of the exposed skin that his lips could find.

Akihito hummed low in his throat. The sensation wasn't nearly enough. Breaking Asami's hold he spun around and reached for Asami sealing their lips together. He could never get enough of his kisses. Asami could kiss. His tongue delving into Akihito's mouth tasting and rubbing against his pulled indecent moans from Akihito.

Asami broke the kiss, smirking at Akihito as he tried to pull the man back for more.

'Later, you don't want to go out there later looking thoroughly debauched do you?'

Akihito groaned in embarrassment. They man truly had a way of making him forget everything. He walked over to where Asami was seated. 'So how is it going so far?' Akihito asked gesturing at the monitors.

'The feedback is good; everyone is wondering about you. The strategy is a good one, it will create more buzz having you remain hidden for the time being.'

Akihito laughed. 'You do know I really hate being the center of attention. Not a strategy at all. Having to deal with all those people is nightmare.'

Asami reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a white envelope. 'Here, the director of the orphanage wanted you to have this.'

Akihito took the envelope. It was a thank you note from the director. The orphanage had its highest record of donations and the best news was that a mystery donor had found a family to adopt the three boys that he had photographed.

Eyes misty Akihito looked up from the card. 'You did this, didn't you?'

Asami smirked, 'They were your inspiration and helped make tonight possible, so why not make their dream come true.'

Asami stood and buttoned his jacket. 'I'll send you something to eat and I'll send your friends to keep you company, while I work the room.'

The next three hours passed in a blur. Updates from Kirishima and visits from his friends and from his mentor Yagi sensei, helped make the time pass by quickly. The show was a success and all of his photos had sold. Looking at the monitors showed only the catering staff, his friends and family, Asami and his men.

Akihito left the office and made his way into the gallery to seek his father out. He found him standing in front of the photo of himself, Kou and Takato.

'So what did you think of the show?' Akihito excitedly asked his father. 'All of the photos sold and there have been offers for me to do some commission photoshoots, but I'll have to think about those before I commit.'

'Dad? What do you think? You haven't said anything.' Akihito asked looking at the impassive face of his father.

'It was fine.'

'Ok, but did you like my work.' Akihito pressed.

' Why are you asking again? I said it was fine.' His father said irritation lacing his voice as he turned his furrowed brows to look at Akihito.

'I just want to know if you liked it.' Akihito said frustrated. 'I just for once would like you to say that you like something I did.'

'I already said it was fine. Why can't you just be satisfied. You're always looking for more; I made sure you had everything you want and yet nothing is ever good enough for you.'

'Everything?' Akihito spat, he couldn't believe what he was hearing right now. Even in this moment the man couldn't even give him what he wanted. 'You're kidding right.' He shouted. 'All I have ever wanted was your love and approval, to acknowledge my choices. Even after tonight, after this show you still can't acknowledge me.'

'See, I made sure you were clothed and fed, I allowed to go to your fancy school and to move to Tokyo so you could play at a career. But, all of that is never enough. Look at that.' His father pointed at the photo of him, Kou and Takato. ' Your chosen family, hah! What have this family done for you? None of them have spent a dime on you and taking care of you. I know you have always been ashamed of our family. Always stuck up, trying to be different.'

Akihito was in shock. 'I can't believe that that's how you think of me. I'm not ashamed of where I came from. I tried everything to fit in, but never once have you ever tried to make me feel like I wasn't some burden to you.' Akihito sobbed, becoming aware that they had an audience watching their fight, he had to get out of here. Taking a shuddering breath. 'I'm done, I'm going home. I'm not going to ask for what you can't give me. Get home safely dad.'

Akihito turned and walked off straight out of the gallery and onto the sidewalk. Akihito took a deep cleansing breath. The part of that always sought to have his father's love and approval was dead. He couldn't change the man or his opinion of him.

A large warm hand carded through his head, ruffling his hair. Asami.

'You don't need to comfort me, I'm fine.'

'What do you need?' Asami asked his amber eyes seeing right through Akihito.

'I want go home, now with you.' He said holding Asami's gaze.

'Suoh, bring the car around and take us to Akihito's apartment.'

'No' Akihito said. 'I want to go home – I meant ours… um your penthouse.' Akihito blushed and held his breath.

Asami reached out and grasped his chin. His amber flickered with so many unreadable expressions that Akihito had to wonder if he had read things wrong with Asami. The man was always saying that Akihito was his, maybe he meant it differently.

'Asami Sama' Suoh stood holding the door to the limo open.

'You know what this means don't you Akihito?'

Akihito nodded, not taking his eyes off Asami.

Asami released his chin and ushered him into the limo. 'Suoh head to the Penthouse and have Kirishima cancel all my appointments tomorrow.' Asami said as he slid into the limo next to Akihito.

The ride from the gallery to the penthouse was a quiet one. Asami had made no move to touch him, he had sat there smoking his Dunhill cigarette while he looked at Akihito. His hungry gaze moving all over his body caused Akihito to shiver. Once inside the Penthouse Asami pulled him into a hungry kiss. His hands roving across of his body like warm flames spreading all over ready to consume him. Asami pushed his jacket off, and made quick work of stripping himself and Akihito of their clothing.

Naked the we both panting hard. Asami pulled him back in, he attacked his lips like a man dying of thirst. Akihito kissed him with equal fervor wanting to consume as much of the man as he could. He shifted closer grinding their leaking dicks together. He moaned and pressed closer, undulating his hips against Asami's.

Akihito whimpered. 'A- Asami, I want you.'

Asami nudged his thigh between Akihito's leg. Akihito spread his legs apart allowing the man entry, Asami ran his hands down Akihito's pale, silky thighs and hoisted him up. Akihito clasped his legs around Asami as the man kissed him tell his head spun. He hadn't realized they had made it into the bedroom until he felt the mattress against his back.

Asami hovered over Akihito, splayed out on his bed like a feast just for him. This is what he had been waiting for. Akihito surrendering himself to him. He was his body and soul. By the time the boy realized what he done it would be too late, he would never be able to leave Asami.

Asami skimmed the tips of fingers down Akihito's body from his neck to his toes. Tonight he was going to carve himself into his virgin body that it would never accept another.

Akihito shivered, the hunger and intensity in Asami eyes was doing something too him. His dick was leaking and begging to touched. He feared if the man didn't touch him soon he would come just from Asami looking at him.

'Asami please touch me' he begged.

'I will Akihito, but not yet. First I want to taste you.'

Asami flipped Akihito onto his stomach and onto his knees. He ran his hands over the boys back, across his pert ass and down his thighs he could feel the shudders wracking through his body from his touch. Asami parted the boys' cheeks and looked at the tightly furled pink star twitching in anticipation.

The first touch of Asami's tongue on his hole had Akihito bucking and screaming into the pillow under him. his dick was so hard against his stomach and leaking like a faucet as the man kept up the relentless motions of tongue.

'Aaasammiiii - stop - so good I can't- more' Akihito babbled. He was losing his mind. He could take any more. He needed to cum.

Akihito reached for his dick and quickly began pumping his organ. 'Hey stop touching yourself' Asami said prying his hands off his swollen organ. Akihito couldn't help it, as soon as Asami released his hands he took his rigid organ in hand again.

A hard smack had him moaning and reflexively clutching his organ tight as precum squirted from his hole.

Asami chuckled, Akihito's response to the smack was telling. He knew Akihito was made for him. Soon he would introduce the boy to S&M play. Tonight however was all about pleasure.

Asami left the bed and found one of his silk ties in the closet. He flipped Akihito over unto his back and pried his hands away and tied him to the bedposts.

'Asami please' the boy begged his pale skin flushed pink with arousal. He bucked his hips humping at the air.

'I won't be rushed Akihito. I told you I wanted to taste you and I haven't had my fill yet.'

'You fucking bastard' Akihito glared at him his hazel eyes fiery with anger and arousal. 'Hurry up and let me come.'

Asami smirked and took Akihito legs under the knees and angled them up exposing his hole to Asami. Asami went back in tonguing, tasting, licking and nipping at Akihito's hole. He wasn't lying when he told Akihito he hadn't had his fill. The mild musky flavor of Akihito was intoxicating. Asami had never felt like this before with a lover, addicted. The curses and wanton moans that falling from Akihito's mouth as he took him pleasurable heights was exciting his blood and fueling Asami's own arousal.

Asami spared his tongue into Akihito. The boy's body went rigid in his hands, as he came just from Asami licking his hole.

Akihito felt like he was losing his mind. His body was being overwhelmed with pleasure. Even after his orgasm Asami kept at it. Licking and fucking his tongue into him. When a finger joined that wicked tongue inside him, Akihito was ready to promise anything to the man.

The pleasure was intense but not enough, he could feel his insides twitching to grab onto something thicker and longer than a finger. The man was torturing him. One finger became two and pressed deeply against his prostate. Akihito lost his mind. His dick was again and squirting fluid onto his chest that slowly dripping towards his mouth he could taste his salty precum and sweat mixing together.

As Asami continued to slowly milk his prostate, Akihito cursed and promised filthy things to Asami if the man would fuck him now.

Asami smirked. The litany of curses and dark promises that he dragged from Akihito had his blood racing. He reached for the lube at the bedside table and added some to his fingers. He continued to stretch the boy to four fingers. Satisfied that Akihito could take him he released his legs, untied his hands and quickly applied lube to his heavily engorged organ.

Asami lined his dick up to Akihito's hole. 'Akihito' Asami called his voice rough with his long denied arousal. The boy's eyes were blown wide and unfocused. 'Akihito' he called again. Reaching out he touch the side of his face waiting for Akihito to focus. He wanted the boy's attention to be on him the first time they made love.

'Asami- please—I need you.' Came the strangled whisper as the boy finally focused on Asami.

Asami pressed the tip of his dick into Akihito's hole. Akihito's mouth opened at the feel of his dick slowly pressing into him. 'Relax' Asami said as he felt Akihito clench around him. Fuck he was tight. He continued to press forward slowly until he was seated fully into Akihito.

Akihito couldn't believe it. Asami was inside him. He could feel him along with the burn and stretch. He released the sheet that he clutched in his hands and reached for Asami, dragging him down in a sweet kiss.

The kiss had Asami lose control. He snapped back his hips and thrust into Akihito. the boys mouth opened in a wordless scream as Asami continued to fuck him. Each of Asami's thrusts had Akihito seeing stars. He thrust his hips to meet Asami's over and over again. He could only hold onto the man's shoulders as he took him over the precipice of pleasure.

Asami could feel Akihito cum on his dick but he couldn't stop. All those months of denying himself had left culminated in his control snapping. He continued to plunder Akihito's willing body. His dick was throbbing painfully, he started to lose his rhythm, Asami lifted Akihito's hips higher and fucked into him as far as he could go; nailing the boy's prostate causing him to come again. Akihito's muscles clenched tighter around him. It was too much, his balls drew up painfully and with a hoarse cry he buried himself into Akihito coming harder than he had ever come before.