Hey guys! I know I said that I would post between 12 and 1 PM on my profile, but I was job hunting today and it slipped my mind. On top of the fact that I have been rereading the Harry Potter books that I haven't read since I was 11 and being 18 now, there is a lot that I don't remember. Anyway, hope you all like this chapter!

Asami woke the next morning to something tickling him just under his nose every time he breathed in. Reaching up to bat what ever it was away, his fingers became tangled in it. Opening his eyes, Asami looked down to see silver blonde strands wrapped around them. Eyes traveling further down, he couldn't help the smirk that crossed his lips. Akihito was curled up to him, leaching off his body heat.

Akihito had a leg thrown over one of his own and his body closely snuggled up to him. His head rested on his shoulder tucked just under his chin, his face nuzzling into his neck. Had it been anyone else, Asami would've gladly thrown them off the terrace, but with Akihito it was perfectly comfortable. He couldn't say what he enjoyed about Akihito most: the sex or the blunt, honest personality of his. Asami knew Akihito had an idea of who he was if he was a criminal photographer, yet he had no fear of him.

Most would publicly shit themselves before insulting him, but here was this brat who called him a bastard on a daily basis. Now he was cuddled up to him and sleeping peacefully as if it was the most normal thing in the world. There was no denying that there was something different about Akihito, something Asami had neither seen nor understood. He didn't know what it was, but Asami was determined to find out.

Asami was brought out of his musings by Akihito as he shifted in his sleep and murmured something in his sleep that sounded closely to something about pockey. Asami's smirk only became more pronounce. He ruffled his blonde hair, chucking at Akihito's sleepy annoyed grumbled, and eased himself out from under Akihito and getting out of bed.

Looking back, Asami watched as Akihito's hand swept over the spot he had been laying before retching up and grabbing his pillow. Akihito pulled the pillow close and nuzzled into it with a content sigh before burring himself under the duvet.

Akihito was clearly not a morning person. Asami could only shake his head with a soft grin before grabbing his black robe and heading over to his office. He had asked Suoh to question the man that belonged to Tachi and was expecting a report to have been faxed to him.

From what Asami had figured out, Akihito had been watching Takuma because it's easier to follow the target of another target. It's also easier for the cops, since they didn't have any substantial evidence, to have some one else not involved in the case to bring in evidence. The pictures are sent in the mail and the sender is also anonymous so none of the cops could be pinpointed as the one to leak out the case.

The cops get their criminal, the photographer gets paid and there's one less scumbag on the streets. The only person who looses is the criminal.

From what Suoh faxed, Tachi was under suspicion of murder, but the cops had no real evidence. Tachi already had Takuma on his hit list and Akihito was asked to keep an eye on Takuma so Tachi would be none the wiser. Since Tachi didn't know that he was being watched indirectly, he went through with killing Takuma.

And Akihito got it all on film.

Asami had already seen the pictures and Akihito's phone had yet to start ringing. It would be safer for the cop who asked for Akihito's help if he didn't call Akihito. It could get him killed in the end if Tachi had been able to track the number, so it's not surprising.

So for now everything is silent until Akihito woke again and started his mayhem. He slept the rest of the night as far as Asami knew, and he would be in full wildcat mode once he got his bearings. A quick call to Kirishima and Asami felt had put off Akihito's irritation for a little longer.

If there was one thing that could get Akihito out of bed in the morning without fail, it was the smell of food, and good food at that. And that's exactly what woke him up. The second the smell of bacon was in the air, Akihito's nose turned up in the direction it came from and got him to open one eye and then the other.

It was then that he realized that he was hugging a pillow that wasn't his own. Scrambling up, Akihito looked around and then remembered the night before. The last thing that he could recall is suddenly getting really light headed and dizzy before he was picked up and was resting his head against a warm chest.

"Damn you, Asami." Akihito seethed clutching the pillow and he was about to rip it apart, when the heavenly smell of bacon made its way to his nose again. "… Ok I'll rip him a new one once I've had some of that bacon." Crawling out of bed, Akihito made his way over to the door and down the hall to the kitchen.

Akihito found the bacon, but he also found an entire western style breakfast complete with scrabbled eggs, home fries, fruit, toast and orange juice. Asami sat at one end of the table; empty plate, paper in hand and a cup of coffee at his finger tips.

"Are you just going to stand there or are you going to come eat?" Akihito was snapped out of his staring by Asami's baritone voice and bristled.

"Oh, shut up. Of course I'm going to eat. I'm not about to waste food." Akihito stalked over and took the seat that had a full plate which was also across from Asami. As Akihito dug in Asami just smirked before going back to his paper. Akihito sure was easy to rile up. Almost as easy as he is to calm as long as you have food on hand.

It was when Akihito was finished and sitting back with his OJ that he realized that he actually enjoyed the sort of easy atmosphere that had settled around them. Asami continued to read his paper and drink his coffee while Akihito sat back in his chair nursing his cup of OJ. It was almost domestic.

"No no no no! Don't' think like that. That's how he ensnares you!" Akihito mentally berated himself and scowled into his glass before he was distracted by Asami as he snickered. "And what is so funny?" Asami smirked back at him.

"Akihito, you really are an open book aren't you." Akihito bristled again.

"The hell-?! Now what's that supposed to mean? Don't look down on me, you pompous bastard!" Akihito spat, teeth bare. Once again, the image of an irritated cat came forward only this time it was a hissing and spitting kitten trying to look fierce, but only looked that much cuter.

"I don't believe my parents would take well to you calling me a bastard. But to answer your question, I mean that it is so obvious that you were enjoying the atmosphere, but then suddenly realized that you were letting you guard down." Akihito could only stare as his face became impossibly hot. He was seriously wondering if Asami could read minds.

"You don't know anything about me. What makes you think that you know me so well?"

"On the contrary, there are many things I know about you. For one, you don't hide your emotions very well. You have no poker face. Another is that you have a habit of getting into trouble."

"I do not!"

"Then what would you say about yesterday? Or when you beaten within an inch of your life in the alley behind me club?" Akihito remained silent as his face heated up further and he went back to his OJ. Asami only smirked and went back to his paper. Really, what had Akihito gotten into with this man?

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