Ch8 Kiss
"Eek!" Akihito takes two steps back, putting space between himself and Asami.
Asami smiles, "Welcome to my bank, Takaba. Did you enjoy your time here?"
Akihito flushes at the smirk directed at him, knowing that Asami must be laughing at him. Clearing his now dry throat, "Well your bankers are very pushy, so I'm not sure. By the way, if even half of what you offered me is your usual offer you'll never make any profit with this endeavor." He tries for a haughty look, "Now I think that it is time that I leave." He turns away from the elevator, glancing around the hall for the stairs.
Before he could even take a single step Asami blocks his way, "Oh no Takaba, we can't let you leave here with a bad impression. Let me give you a tour of the building, I'm sure you wanted to do that anyways." Asami's eyes glittered in the light, capturing his attention in an almost hypnotic way.
Pulling himself away from the hypnotic golden stare, Akihito looks to the walls, floor, or anywhere except Asami. "No thank you, I think I have had enough for today."
Asami puffs out a small sound, almost like a laugh. "Oh? So you are willing to have one of my receptionists show you around but not me? I didn't know you for a coward Takaba, seems I misjudged you." Akihito could hear the slight mockery in his voice.
Forgetting the hypnotic effect temporarily Akihito locks his gaze back to Asami. "I am no coward!" he yells. Just to prove his point he gets on the elevator, feeling Asami following close behind him.
"Of course not, how could I ever have thought otherwise?" Asami smoothly comments, punching a floor button on the panel.
Akihito looks around and realizes that they are truly alone; the elevator attendant was strangely missing. 'Crap, should have just left, and to hell with what he thinks.' He thinks, feeling the sensually charged attraction fill the small space.
The door dings open, revealing a large viewing platform overlooking the city. The room is like a large hall, with intricately woven metal poles acting as pillars place evenly throughout the room. Surrounding each pillar are tables and chairs. All the outside walls are clear windows tilted outward to allow viewers the ability to see straight down. Horizontal poles line all of the tilted glass, giving the semblance of safety. Looking outside Akihito felt amazement. The sun is just beginning to set, painting the sky a rosy golden color. Most of the city is in shadows and the contrast of colorful sky and shadowed landscape is more beautiful then Aki could image. Fingers itching to take a picture, Akihito pull out a camera from the small bag that never leaves his side. Lost in the beauty of the scene, he forgets the danger of the man standing behind him; instead he focuses completely on the angle of the shots he wants to take.
Asami watches as Takaba moves to the observation windows, pulling out a camera from his bag and placing the bag on the floor. The passion on his face as he angles and positions himself fascinates him. Using the hand bar placed on all the windows he leans closer to the tilted windows, unknowingly showing how tight his jeans are. Asami stares at the show Takaba puts on, moving slowly this way and that, flexing his body so sensuously that if Asami didn't know any better he would think that Takaba did it on purpose.
Slowly moving closer Asami stares at the body that he would soon embrace again, imagining all the delectable sweet spots he could lick and the sensuous sounds he would hear. Catching a stray scent wafting from Takaba, he pictures Takaba leaning over the bars, bare ass thrusting out waiting for him, stretching his body as an invitation and staring back over his shoulder at Asami with the same passionate look on his face. "Mmm, Takaba," he whispers, "you should really be careful how you expose yourself."
"Huh, did you say something?" Takaba asks, still draped over the bar taking pictures.
Asami moves into Takaba's space, startling Takaba from his focus as he traps him against the safety bar. With his arms on either side of Takaba, he nestles himself comfortably between Takaba's legs. Asami leans in close, easing Takaba toward the tilted glass as his prey tries to lean away. Pining his body against Takaba's, he reaches for the camera Takaba cradles securely against his chest, placing it safely on the ground by the window.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Takaba stammers slightly, his body wiggling delightfully and pushing against Asami's chest, but only succeeding in putting all his weigh on the bar.
"Just taking in the scenery," Asami purrs, moving Takaba to be face to face. He stares into his eyes as he wraps his arm around Takaba, securing him safely against him as Takaba grips his shirt for safety.
"A-asami?" Takaba breaths, sounding slightly drunk and out of focus; Asami knew what Takaba was trying to ask.
"Don't worry Takaba. I no longer need to force you." He whispers against the younger man's lips before nibbling those lips to open and teasing a kiss out of him. Leading the young man to follow his own lips, Asami deepens the taste, relishing the pleasure of Takaba's need.
Akihito startles when Asami suddenly appears out of nowhere and traps him against the bar. Afraid of dropping his camera he cradles it against his body, though that leaves him at a horrible disadvantage to resist. He feels Asami press his body closer, pinning his legs and waist with his own. Trying to escape proves to be fruitless and Asami uses that to his advantage and takes his camera away.
"What are you doing?" With his hands free Aki attempts to push himself free from Asami's hold, but only succeeds in forcing himself further on the bar and himself off balancing.
"Just taking in the scenery," Akihito sees Asami smirk as his face moves closer, once again hypnotizing him. As Asami wraps his arms around him, Akihito smells Asami's scent, a spicy hot scent that tickles his nose and toys with his senses.
"Asami what are you going to do to me?" he thinks he asked, completely drawn in by this powerful male. His head is blurry, and his body is hot, so very hot. Instead of pushing Asami away he grips his shirt for dear life as he feels the world swirl away from him, finding solace in those captivating eyes, a salvation from this heat.
"Don't worry Takaba. I no longer need to force you." His voice charges down his spine, sending shocks to his nerves. Aki feels Asami nibbling at his lips, producing pleaser with each nip. Akihito gasps slightly, taking Asami light kiss with delight, following Asami's lips when he moves away, not wanting it to end so soon, and enjoying the rush of pleasure when Asami responds by deepening the kiss.
Asami pulls back, breaking off the surge of energy passing between them, leaving Akihito feeling dazed and afloat. Eyes focusing, he sees the larger man smile at him in satisfaction, like a buyer happily satisfied with his purchase. Pure willpower helps Aki to clear his mind, enough to pull back, away from the seductive warmth of Asami's embrace and taking advantage of Asami's now loose hold.
"Shall we continue the tour?" Asami backs away, giving Akihito space to recuperate from the mind numbing experience. Akihito watches as Asami moves slowly down the hall. Reaching down, Akihito reaches down and grabs his bag putting his camera back in, then follows reluctantly.
They moved through open double doors to another room made of white and gold marble that glitters in soft lighting. Walls, pillars, ceiling and floors are all sculpted out of the marble, in which are shapes that follow the natural flow of the gold. Every line of gold flows into the other, creating a golden web that expands throughout the room. Two sides of tilted viewing windows enclose a large empty space, while another section of the room holds lavish cream semi-circular seating surrounding small mirror tables. Each of the mirror tables had a soft glow, slowly displaying all spectrums of light as it emits gentle waves of heat, loosely similar to a round kotatsu without a cover. Near the empty area there is what seems like a curved stage rising above the room. Enclosing the stage are crystal railings carved in the shape waves of water, receding away to reveal long water dragons facing each other on either side of the small stair leading up to the stage, as if guarding the stage. Carved crystal lights depicting Japanese myths, all ranging from dragons and demons, to sprites and kitsune lined the marble walls in a vertical flow from the floor to the ceiling
"Wow!" Aki says, listening to his voice as it echoes throughout the room.
"This is the ballroom," Asami states, turning back to face Aki with a smile. Bowing slightly he offers a hand, "Would you like to dance?"
"There is no music." Aki murmurs before taking Asami's hand and following him out onto the empty dance floor, while holding his bag tightly beside him. The moment they begin dancing music softly starts, slowing increasing in volume with each twirl Asami leads Aki through. Akihito begins to feel light headed as Asami gracefully glides them around the floor.
"I am going to have a party here two nights from now," Asami informs softly, "however it is an exclusive selective party. Even the waiters are my family's personal servants." He continues, catching Akihito's eyes as they swirl around. "However I find myself in a dilemma-"
"You in a dilemma," Aki cuts in with a snort, "like that will ever happen."
Asami smiles, "Though you may not know it, I have had many dilemmas recently. However this one is something that you can help me with. It would be for our mutual benefit."
Alarm pulses through Aki, "Anything that would benefit you would probably hinder me," he stats flatly, refusing to believe that there could ever be any real mutual benefit.
"No, I think that this would be mutual, at least this time. I need someone to come with me to the party, someone unexpected."
"No way," he refuses flatly, shaking his head to clear his mind and emphasizing his refusal. "I am not some woman you can hang on your arm. I'm not even a woman."
"No one is expecting me to have a woman on my arm at this party. No, what I need is someone who will show up and distract some busybodies' attention away from me. Someone handsome and charming who will draw their interests. By the way, some of them would be the ladies of my family."
"What makes you think I would want to subjugate myself to something like that?" Aki ponders, secretly wondering why he was considering the offer.
"For many reasons: one you would learn a lot about me, and I know you are interested in that. Two you would be able to take pictures of a premiere party that which no other photographer would be invited in, much less allowed to photograph, though you will have to set up in a less than obvious way. Three, there would be food the likes of which would rarely grace your pallet, much less your table."
"Food? You expect me to go because of food?" Aki gasps, surprise coloring his tone.
The dance ends and Asami leads Aki away from the dance floor to the end of the room where there is another set of open double doors. These doors led to an ivory colored hallway lined with elevators.
One elevator was already open and waiting, empty of an attendant as well. Aki uses that as a chance to make a break for it, rushing inside and pushing the 1st floor, half hoping Asami would join him in the elevator, half praying he stays out.
"I'll let you decide by tomorrow night. If I don't hear anything I'll come get you for the party. Of course I'll provide you with suitable attire." Asami smirking face was the last image Aki had as the doors close, leaving him alone in the elevator.
