In light of the tremendous step forward for LGBT, I have decided to write a short(?), mostly fluff, chapter for you all. Love wins.
The birds chirping were the first indication that the next morning had indeed come and Takaba Akihito and his ass would live to see another day. A tuft of blond hair poked out of the thin sheets and groaned at the annoying trill of the alarm clock that rang several seconds after the birds. With a bit of shifting, the boy made it to the other side of the bed and slammed it silent and then rolled back to his previous spot. An arm shot out to the other side and sighed in disappointment that it was ice cold. The photographer curled into a ball and mentally groaned at the strain on his overused muscles. Damn that man crossed his mind but so did a soft smile before he unfurled himself and nearly moaned aloud at the way they were stretched perfectly. He peeked out of the sheets and sighed as he realized that he would most definitely get up now as he wasted enough time rolling around.
Frozen floors met Akihito's feet and he shivered as he debated on just screwing work and stay in bed where it was just the right temperature. Hazel eyes swept towards his wallet that was embarrassingly flat and a groan left his lips this time. On the mental count of 3, the photographer heaved his very sore body up and trudged towards the ridiculously large bathroom to have a nice soak to relieve his abused muscles. A sigh of contentment filled the room as the warm steam as he sunk underneath the water with only his nose above the water. The sweet scent of apricots and jasmine assaulted his senses and it calmed him and thus his muscles could fully relax and take advantage of the hot water.
Unknown to Akihito, his cellphone was ringing furiously outside and the one on the other line was getting more impatient with every second that passed. And unfortunately for our photographer, it was his insatiable lover who was calling for a very important reason. But of course, the photographer was just happily humming away as he played with his little rubber duckies.
All of a sudden, the door to the bathroom flung open and Akihito gasped in shock and grabbed a ducky in preparation of an attack. After a couple seconds of frantic eyes and rapidly beating heart, hazel eyes connected with gold and the arm holding the duck dropped and he sunk back into the lukewarm water.
"Don't do that!" Akihito whined and his yakuza lover just chuckled at the sulking boy. With a couple steps, the man seated himself on the corner edge of the bathtub and rubbed circles on the wet knee that was poking out of the water.
"And what were you going to do if I was an intruder? Throw your Mickey Mouse rubber ducky at me?" Asami teased and the blond just sank deeper into the water with a few bubble coming to the surface.
"Well, whatever. What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be killing people right now?" Akihito spat out and the man just smirked at him again and heat rose to his cheeks.
"Hmm, it is a little too early for that. No, I am here to pick you up. We are going somewhere for a while." Asami told him as he stood up in expectation that the boy would follow.
"That sounds so suspicious. Did someone finally rat you out and now we have to go on the run?" The blond cheekily asked and the man just rolled his eyes and grabbed Akihito's arm out of the tub, disregarding that his sleeve was now wet which startled the boy. Asami must be in a hurry to actually drag me out of the tub. Akihito finally acquiesced and left the warmth of the tub and shivered at the crisp, cold air that the AC provided. Gold eyes roamed over the lithe body that was just beckoning him to take it and ravish the boy to completion but greater matters were at hand. He lead his kitten to the walk in closet that was designated for him and dug out the small luggage and began to pack some things.
"Hey, I can do that! Leave my boxers ALONE!" Akihito hissed and tried to nudge the man out of the way but Asami just smirked as he found the black briefs that hugged every curve and arch of the boy's ass perfectly and packed those into the bag. The blond sighed and just started to change himself into one of his favorite boxers, a pair of cloth shorts that shaped his backside well (unknown to the wearer) and a white v-neck. After a couple more minutes, the yakuza finished stuff the tiny (but probably more expensive than Akihito's entire wardrobe) luggage and set it on the ground with a glare that challenged the photographer to try to mess with it. But Akihito and his ass knew better and he just grabbed the handle and dragged it behind him with a pout. Asami smiled and then went to his walk in closet and grabbed the already packed luggage, which Akihito was honestly not even surprised about.
"Let's go." Asami curtly said and left the bedroom and a confused Akihito but he knew better and just followed the man.
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The ride to wherever they were going was just Akihito trying to figure out what they were doing but he could not ask Asami as he was attending some phone calls that seemed very important since they made the older man grow angrier and angrier as seconds ticked by. Sensing the man's temper reaching a dangerous point, the photographer rested his hand on the muscular thigh and moved toward him to place his head on the man's shoulder. Almost instantly, he felt the muscles under him begin to relax and was slightly surprised to find that Asami actually began to lean onto him as if he was his support. A few more minutes went by and the conversation was ended by a curt goodbye from the yakuza and the phone was tossed onto the floor in anger.
"Did something bad happen?" Akihito quietly asked after a few moments of silence and Asami just took a sharp intake of air before letting it out slowly.
"Nothing for you to worry about, kitten." Deciding to not push the man, Akihito just glumly nodded and smiled as he saw the man's hand cover his own and the warmth that spread through his body. Soft murmurs filled the car about where they were going from the blond and whispers of promise from golden eyed.
The car came to a stop and the two quickly got out while Suoh and Kirishima tugged their and the couple's luggage behind them. To Akihito's surprise, they had arrived at the airport and almost immediately a small entourage of employees approached the four and escorted them to their gate (Asami's own jet of course). It was all too quick for Akihito and he never did find out where they were going. All he knew was that he was with Asami and he felt perfectly safe.
After getting into the vehicle and going to their room that was towards the back of the plane, Akihito could finally relax and ask the man what the hell was going on.
"Asami...where are we going?" The blond questioned again as he flopped onto the bed and then gazed at his lover.
"You'll see but first you need to strap in for takeoff as Kirishima said the captain will be starting the engines in about 10 minutes." Asami said as if ignoring him and Akihito grumbled as he shimmied off the comfortable bed and into the seats. He quickly buckled and beckoned for the yakuza to do the same which he did. True to his words, the engines revved up shortly after and moved quickly to the runway. As he felt the engines begin to be louder, Akihito grabbed the man's hand since he always hated this part of plane rides. He blushed slightly and looked at the man and was relieved when he saw no ridicule in his features towards him. Staring into the gold eyes, the plane began to make its ascent into the orange sky and Akihito almost felt nothing besides the heat in that palm and the gaze.
Now at an altitude of 30,000 feet, Akihito could finally unbuckle from the leather seat and flop back onto the bed where the man soon joined him. Slightly annoyed by his lack of knowledge, the blond climbed on top of the black haired man and stared hard at him. A single eyebrow raise met his steely look.
"Where the hell are we going? You still haven't told me, you bastard!" Akihito hissed at his lover who just smirked and wrapped those large, muscular arms around the slim waist and pulled him down.
"I will give you one hint. It will be a very long flight...prepare yourself." That was his first and only warning before the man set on using every second for their pleasure.
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Thoroughly ravished yet again, Akihito laid on the man's chest with heavy pants coating them. Asami loved every breath as he could smell the sweet scent that only the boy had and also in reassurance that his lover was alive and breathing. Rubbing circles on the bottom of the pale back, the yakuza left soft, gentle kisses on the exposed, causing the boy to begin shivering in pleasure. But physically, he would rather die than go another round. A phone ringing somewhere in the distance made Akihito groan as now all he wanted to do was pass out.
"Asami." A few garbled mumbles on the other end filled their ears. "Very well." After he hung up, a look was cast towards the debauched photographer who just finally caught his breath. "We will be landing in about 20 minutes." Asami told him and all the boy could do was give a "mmhm" as a signal of acknowledgement and a low chuckle escaped his bruised lips. He shifted the two so that he could carry the almost immobile blond and went into the shower to get a quick wash up before landing.
The two, now clean and cum-free (minus the inside of Akihito), strapped back into the leather seats once again with difficulty for Akihito. Doing the same thing as takeoff, Akihito found himself yet again not feeling the descent and was surprised when they already connected to their gate. Once again, the two guards grabbed all their bags and led them to the exit. Pushed into a random car, Akihito desperately tried to discern where they were by their surroundings but could see nearly nothing as the sky was pitch black and only street lights were lighting the way. Completely exhausted, Akihito allowed the rocking of the car and the lull of Asami's deep voice talking on the phone to lead him into a blissful rest.
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A hand groping his ass caused the photographer jolt from his dream state. He found himself on an extremely large bed in what looked like a hotel room. He turned over with nearly shut eyes to glare at the culprit who just smirked.
"Good morning, kitten." Too tired to bite back, Akihito just rolled back to his previous state but Asami was having none of that. "Get up. We have an appointment at noon and then we will go sightseeing. It's a formal event so I bought you a suit from here and don't worry, kitten. I made sure to measure you while you slept." Asami teased and the blond just blushed as if he could still feel the lingering touches from the yakuza.
"Where the hell are we, bastard?!" Akihito hissed as he sat up and winced at the very prominent soreness in his ass and hips.
"You'll see when we leave the hotel. Therefore, you need to get up." With a huff, the boy swung himself off the bed and limped to the bathroom to shower once again and brush his teeth and all that.
Once he was done, he exited while only wearing a towel and frowned at the myriad of hickies that marred his porcelain skin. He finally looked up to see Asami in a suit that looked even more expensive than his usual ones, if possible. His own suit looked very nice and he winced at the brand name: Gucci. He could only guess how much this thing cost so he carefully put on every layer. Shoes were pulled out of somewhere and Akihito obediently slipped on dark grey socks and the brown leather shoes. With the tie still untied around his neck, Akihito allowed Asami to fix the unruly hair while he straightened the bow tie on the yakuza's neck. After his hair was tamed, lean fingers made quick do at the matching bow tie that he had slung around his neck as the boy had absolutely no idea how to tie the damn thing.
Taking a step back, Asami appreciated the breathtaking vision of his lover in such a fitting suit that shaped every curve and arch of that luscious body and the owner of the said body was beginning to blush very deeply at both the heated gaze and the sight of his yakuza who always looked so good but today was even more so. Asami grabbed his phone and a bag before intertwining his fingers into the smaller hand and leading them out of the room. A few more minutes, the two were once again in a limo and going God knows where. Akihito immediately began to peer out the window to try to catch anything that would put him into relative perspective of where they were but he could not place it for the life of him. Somewhere near the sea as there were flocks of seagulls flying everywhere but he could not find a monument that could tell him where they were.
"We will be arriving soon. So I have to do this soon." Asami mumbled as he texted and soon the car began to do more turns and then finally stopped at a grassy area that had a giant stone gazebo that was a slight pinkish color.
"Wait...this looks familiar…" Akihito quietly said as he got out of the limo and was being led by Asami to the large gazebo. Going through all the places, the blond finally realized where they were. "Are we in San Francisco!?" Every person in the art field knew about the Palace of Fine Arts and its prominent image. Asami just smirked as the boy marveled at the scenery and he could tell that Akihito was itching to take photos but they left them back in the hotel. "Asami, what are we doing here?" Akihito curiously asked as he walked back to the yakuza.
"Because I need to ask you something." Akihito snorted.
"And you couldn't ask me back in Japan? Rich bastard." Asami smirked at the cheeky attitude that he loved so much. "Alright, what is it?" Akihito asked and his eyes widened at what happened next.
Asami Ryuuichi got down on one knee.
He went into the bag and drew out a black velvet box.
And he opened it.
There, nestled in its confines, a simple white gold band laid there.
"Takaba Akihito, marry me." That was it. Tears began to form in Akihito's beautiful hazel eyes and his lover soon became a blurry figure and the ground had little droplets of water.
"You bastard, that wasn't a question." Akihito blubbered and then sank to the floor after his knees gave out.
"Because you have no other answer. You're mine." Asami quietly told him in a husky tone that never failed to make Akihito's heart flutter.
"But why here? Why San Francisco? We could've just did an adoption or something like that." Asami gently smiled and that took the blond's breath away. Asami never smiled, smirked yes, but never a smile. And it was gorgeous.
"Because, kitten, as of last week, they passed the law making it legal for marriages like ours happen. And I wanted to make this real and official even if it's not back home." The photographer was outright sobbing as he watched Asami slip on the band onto his hand.
"Bastard, I didn't even say yes."
"Then say it. "
"Yes. I'm yours."
And at noon that day, Takaba Akihito became Asami Akihito.
