Hello :)

Sorry for the late update been rather busy :(

Thank you all so much for reading, reviewing and favoriting/following! And thank you very much for the kind words - my writing style changes all the time but I don't know if it's any better or worse for it so thanks for airing your thoughts!

I hope you like this, more lemons for the moment and yes the old dog Takenouchi has more mischief planned. (Boo.) So there is a plot in here somewhere!

Sorry for any mistakes!

Warnings: Yaoi, swearing.

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Akihito shuts his front door and leans against it just staring blindly at the few belongings slung casually around his room. He's finally alone and able to process just what the hell happened today which actually makes him laugh out loud like some loon and shake his head vigorously, feeling a little giddy from disbelief and happiness.

In just a few hours, he'll be going back to Tokyo with Asami. Not dragged back kicking and screaming - not even drugged and unconscious, he's going back with the Tokyo crime lord willingly to move back into the mans apartment. -'I must be frickin' crazy.' Akihito thinks to himself as he moves slowly away from his door in order to start packing his few possessions back into his ruck sack, as Asami will be back to pick him up after collecting his own luggage from the hotel.

Akihito can't help feeling a little regretful that he'll be leaving behind a new friend though, a fucking awesome friend at that. Eiji has given him so much and has asked for nothing in return, he even supported Asami and Akihito's relationship! It makes the young photographer question his own sanity, or lack there of - to chose his one time rapist, abusive, over-bearing and infuriating lover over an equally attractive but also kind, funny and moral guy like Eiji.

Friends have always been so important to Akihito and he's determined to invite Eiji to Tokyo in a few weeks for a night out at some of his favorite drinking spots, after all, a two hour drive is nothing and Akihito has a lot to repay the Sendai photographer for!

Akihiyo moves around his silent room slowly, scooping up clothes and case notes from the last few days to shove them in the bag currently laying under his desk. He stoops down to drag the bag out and something catches his eye over the open lid of his lap top - photo's of his friends and family, the ones he left behind.

Akihito sits at his desk and shuts the computer to un-tack the photo of a smiling Takato and Koh, making him realise just how much he misses home and makes him feel guilty that again he's going to have to come up with a lame lie about why he's decided to come home and not stick with his 'awesome' new job in 'Osaka.'

The young man looks again to the wall, this time at the photo of his parents and he cringes inside, recalling the last phone call home to his mom. How she had encouraged her young photographer son to 'meet a nice, sensible girl and settle down already!' Well, Asami is as far away from that as you can get, y'know being a big, scary, extremely well-endowed crime lord and all.

"..."

Akihito sighs. Why do all thoughts lead right back to Asami's cock?

He laughs again as he takes down the photo of his parents to reveal his ultimate secret shame, the single physical piece of evidence that portrays just what Asami means to him. Akihito stares at the slightly creased photo, Asami's eyes piercing him as they stare up from the small sheet and his face softens, he can't wait to see if they can make it now.

A series of sharp raps on the door shocks Akihito and he chucks the photo's into his bag, making his way to open the door to welcome Asami to has come to pick him up.

}xXx{

"Beer? Akihito."

"Ah no thanks, I'm still buzzed from the champagne earlier...Got juice?"

"Mmhm. Here"

Akihito takes the super sweet Lychee juice from Asami and settles back in his leather seat to stare out of the limo window, preparing himself for the long ass ride back to Tokyo. He feels uncomfortable now, if only he had time to shower before leaving his flat again and didn't spend the half hour procrastinating and staring at photo's! Akihito could tell from the scent when Asami greeted him with a kiss that he had showered - and that's made Akihito even more paranoid that he -

"...Smell like sex."

"W-WHAT?!"

"Hm. My scent is still lingering all over you, it's very sexy. Akihito."

Dammit, Akihito really wishes Asami would stop saying his name like that. The photographer blushes and turns away to stare resolutely out of the window, but really trying to ignore the urge to lunge for his deodorant that lay in his bag at the other end of the large cabin and deter any attack this bastard may have planned.

Asami smirks, slipping into beast mode and he calls the boys name, reaching to gently pry the can of soda out of his hands and sets it on the bar top. So he can have his Akihito all to himself.

"By the way, I've found your Moped. It's waiting for you at home in the garage."

Akihito's eyes fly wide, of course! He had abandoned it at the station when he hopped on his train to Sendai, he had given up on ever seeing it ever again after much tough thought on the matter. Did Asami really find it and go out of his way to schlep it all the way back into Tokyo?

"Oh. My - thanks Asami..." He falls silent then, though laughing faintly when the next thought creeps into his mind and he can't help but share it.

"Y'know uh, you said garage like we're some suburban couple. It's really. Weird."

"Hn? Would you like that?...If I greet you everyday at seven when I come home from a day of number crunching at the office? You'll be wearing a frilly apron for me, give me a shoulder massage and ask me if I've had a hard day..."

"Shoulder massage? Y-yeah right Asami."

Asami laughs and draws closer to kiss Akihito so tenderly, though not being able to keep that slow pace for long before he presses the boy back into his seat, breaking the kiss but staring so intently and ready to completely devour this feisty tom-cat at any moment - without actually breaking flesh.

Though it is tempting.

"...I didn't think so - anyway. I wouldn't want us to be so. Ordinary."

Asami pounces, drawing a throaty moan from Akihito as the mans thick tongue caresses the sensitive underside of Akihito's own and making him melt against the warm leather. He feels hot, too hot from only having scratched the surface of their passion with their earlier activity - causing him to take Asami's larger hand in his and guide it around to his ass, as he lifts his hips for access.

The young man can't help but feel a far off and faint sense of deja vu as Asami strokes his entrance roughly through the light coloured denim, drawing the boy onto his lap so he can gain access to what he craves. Akihito doesn't protest and lends a couple of shaky hands to lower his pants and boxers, spreading his legs wide and all too happy to feel a tell tale bulge poke him in the ass from Asami's own arousal.

Asami fists Akihito's cock and kisses the back of his neck, enjoying the sensation of that unspoiled skin against his lips and tongue and what pleasure he takes in marking it himself.

"Nnh ah!"

Akihito pants, unconsciously grinding down on Asami's erection and pressing it through the fabric of Asami's suit trousers, as he looses his mind and wills the mans hands to go faster and faster. The hands on him squeeze and tug and probe in all the right places and Akihito couldn't care less right now if the queen of England herself were beyond that partition and hearing every scream of "ah! Ah so - fuck so ah! Good! - sami ahh!" Much less Kirishima and Suoh, so he keeps on screaming and grinds down even harder as Asami gives a particularly vicious pull on a nipple -

"Akihito."

The young man turns his head to the side, unprepared for the overwhelming pleasure that takes him when a pair of lips claim his once more and he's even more unprepared - though not unwilling. When a large fleshy object thrusts it's way in to breach his entrance, spreading him open in a way he hasn't been for so long.

He sighs into Asami's mouth.

"Good?"

"...H-ma...justdome."

"I'll take that as a yes."

After a few shallow thrusts just for the sake of teasing an increasingly delirious and grumbly Akihito a little, Asami sets an unforgiving pace as he pistons in and out of his lovers hot, tight hole, unleashing the frustration of having been away from his lover and repressing his desires so diligently. Never again, he says to himself. Never again does he want to go with out this - or with out anything that Akihito so generously gives to him for so long ever again. And to think he actually came so close to loosing it for good. To loose this.

The younger man arches against Asami's torso, his body overloading from the sensations afforded by having his prostate rammed with every thrust and the hand leaves his cock for now, lest Akihito should come before Asami. He wants them to come together. The man spreads his hands on the underside of Akihito's thighs, spreading them high and wide as he continues to thrust relentlessly into Akihito and making him yelp and scream uncontrollably...

Up in the front of the limo, Kirishima smoothly turns the radio's dial up a few more notches causing Bach's symphony No.2 in E flat major to blare at an uncomfortably loud volume through the speakers. But, it's still not enough to drown out the odd calls of "Hu-uh! Asamiiiii - ahhh! Uh dee-per! UNHUH!" still pouring endlessly from the back section of the limo.

Kirishima glances at Suoh and they share exasperated smiles, though neither of them would like to be a fly on that wall but they can't help but be relived that Asami-sama will have at least one less thing to worry about. Now he and his men can work out together a solution to regain hold over Japans underworld once more without the added domestic drama...

Both the music and Akihito's cries of pleasure build into an almost ethereal, climactic crescendo as Asami drives into him so forcefully, his sculpted buttocks and hips alternating between jerky, shallow thrusts and ramming hard into Akihito's hole as he himself gets closer to orgasm, making his body tense and balls clench in anticipation.

He releases one of Akihito's legs to instead grasp his cock in a large, sweaty fist and pumps hard and fast and making Akihito's voice raise in pitch with every gasp and moan he manages between haggard and labored breathes. They come together soon after in an explosion of nothingness and Akihito feels himself fill with warmth as Asami releases into him, the proof of their coupling spilling out and down onto the mans thighs as he rides out that particularly blinding orgasm which had caused Akihito's stomach to clench almost painfully as he came in long ropes all over the bar top.

The men pant, sated and boneless for the moment as they slump together on the seat. Asami drops Akihito's other leg and embraces the smaller mans waist, leaning forward slightly to lay kisses over his neck and ear.

"Pretty good."

Akihito sighs, totally spent as he falls into a daze and soon after, a light sleep, his head drooping over Asami's shoulder as the man gently lifts his boy to ease out of him slowly. He cleans them both up and slips Akihito's underwear and jeans on again before laying him properly on the limo seat, his head on Asami's lap as he answers his mobile - which has four missed calls...

"Subaraki, what is it?"

"Ah, Asami-san. I've got some surprising information from the tap on Takenouchi's home office line...He's been phoning around like crazy, mainly small time Yakuza out of Yamaguchi and Fukuoka but it's a name that's cropped up in those conversations that's made me phone you..."

"Who?"

"Osugi."

Asami freezes, the hand that he has carding absentmindedly through Akihito's hair falters for a second before it stops completely and unconsciously tightens a fraction in the golden tresses. The name, he knows it well but would never have thought someone like Takenouchi would ever know it or even get to hear it through the entire course of his lifetime.

The man, known only as Osugi, is one of the most prominent assassins in the world. Freelance and with no loyalties to anyone but himself, it means he's all the more dangerous. Asami had dealings with him many years ago when he had tried to hire the man to be a part of his own specialist team but was flat out refused. One can only hire him case by case and If Takenouchi happens to have the required money to take out a hit on Asami (the sum calculated by Osugi depending on the target, risk and trouble involved.) Then Asami may actually be in real trouble.

"Thanks. You'll have to tread carefully Saburaki from now on. Is there any chance the line taps can be traced back to you or your computer?"

"Ah - no, no. I swiped the laptop from evidence on a cold case. The bugs are clean."

"Good. If you think your being tailed or if you find anything else, contact Kirishima or me immediately."

"Will do..."

Asami hangs up his phone and tightens his hand around it making the crafted aluminum case groan under the pressure, his fierce, burning eyes glance down to Akihito where the boy lay sleeping so peacefully on his thigh and remembers his vow. If anything threatens what is his, he'll fight - war be damned.

The man sets down his phone for a moment and presses the intercom to relay hushed but urgent instructions to his two best men.

"Kirishima, Suoh. I need the team to do a sweep, two hundred metres around the penthouse in every direction, every building."

"Searching for...Asami-sama?"

"A sniper."

"Asami-sama?!"

"It looks like Takenouchi's looking at Osugi as a gun for hire."

The guards exchange apprehensive glances, both thinking the same thing as Suoh's now sweaty hands grip the steering wheel.

'Fuck.'

"I'll contact them immediately Asami-sama."

Asami lets the intercom button go and resumes his earlier stroking of Akihito's soft hair as the young man sighs dreamily into Asami's lap, he knows his own top-notch team of weapons and security specialists can vet the area and start creating a counter plan for - the worst case scenario.

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Akihito gets out of the limo where it's stopped outside the penthouse's building and stretches, being thoroughly recharged from his hour long nap. His shirt rides up as he yawns widely and Asami slips out of the limo gracefully behind him. The taller man slips a hand up the faded T-shirt to rest on Akihito's bare hip, giving it a squeeze and causing the photographer to almost drop his rucksack in surprise.

"Come Akihito, shall we go upstairs?"

Asami glances around and nods to Kirishima who is currently on his phone to Asami's security team, the sweep indeed came up clean and there are no traces of a sniper or explosives planted at least in a two hundred metre diameter, the penthouse at it's centre. The next stop for his two men and his small army of specialists, to check Asami's remaining businesses and wait for Saburaki to come back with further information of if and when Osugi will take up the offer of disposing of Takenouchi's rival.

Asami steers Akihito ahead of him, not that he doesn't trust his men but better safe then sorry lest a rogue bullet make it's way near his boy. The older lets out an audible sigh of relief when the pair pass the thresh hold of the apartment building, drawing Akihito's attention and causing him to look over his shoulder to Asami, a distinct line of concern between his eyebrows.

"Whats wrong?"

"Hm? Oh nothing, just glad to be home after chasing you around the country..."

"W-well no one asked you to! Don't bother next time...Bastard."

The older man laughs and smacks his lovers bottom lightly to encourage him forward into the elevator, riding it to the top floor as Akihito grows a little more excited with each floor they pass. He's actually really looking forward to seeing his camera's, all tucked happily in their ca -

Wait.

'Is everything as I left it?'

'What if Asami threw everything away when he was pissed at me for running off?!'

Akihito giggles nervously, sure he and Asami have sorted everything now right? So, so uh -

"A...Asami?..."

"What is it?"

"Did you uh. Burn my stuff when I left?"

Silence meets his question and scared, he chances a glance upwards where he catches Asami's eye and the expression on the mans face startles the boy to his core, making him shudder. Asami's only response is a positively evil grin - one that sends alarm bells ringing in Akihito's very soul and makes him check the elevators number panel for an alarm button. Just in case.

After some time, the men enter the apartment and take off their shoes, Asami's of course are perfectly lined up against the edge of the genkan while Akihito's are casually cast aside as usual so he can hurry into the apartment, taking deep breathes on the way while he rushes to his room to see his cameras!

Or not.

Akihito stands there frozen as he observes the baron room which once held everything he held dear, where his cameras, clothes, computer and stacks of photo's and paperwork are also now nowhere in sight. The breath catches in his throat as he wills himself not to panic, even as his limbs start to shake and his eyes start to water - is this it? Was this all some ploy by Asami to lure Akihito back in order to play out his revenge? To humiliate him in the worst possible way?

'Maybe it's 'cus I left - I've got to right to complain? I'm the one who left him.'

He stifles a dry sob of shock as his eyes dart around the room again, hoping to catch any detail or any clue that could lead him to where his things are hiding and he catches out of the corner of his eye, Asami. Stood casually leaning against the door frame behind him with his arms crossed and with a smug and satisfied smirk on his face.

"What are you doing in the spare room Akihito?:

"..I..."

"Follow me."

Asami pushes off the door frame effortlessly and makes his way through the many corridors and rooms of the spacious penthouse with Akihito following shakily and reluctantly behind him. Every now and again he looks back at the usually loud and brash kid and sees the change in him, he's so unsure, glancing up every few seconds as if this were a strangers home and he were scared to intrude upon it.

They reach the desired door eventually and Asami opens it, allowing the younger man to step into the master bedroom first, before following and pushing the door to behind him. The blinds are drawn, causing the room to be drenched in a palpable darkness, though Akihito's trembling form never leaves the mans sight as he makes his way to the light switch.

The room comes to life as the soft lighting fades up over the furniture and the two reunited lovers and Akihito has to blink a few times before he can look around to properly register where he is. Is this really Asami's bedroom?

A sleek, new contemporary bed sits proudly in the middle if the suite, as large as the old one but with a higher headboard (with a bar along the edge for fastening rope to of course) and storage underneath. For Akihito's junk. There are new bedside tables and lamps and Akihito sees that along the wall, there are also now two chest of draws when before there was only one.

"Wh-?"

"For you. The majority of your things are already moved so you should unpack the rest."

Akihito cannot believe what he is seeing, he blinks a few more times and reaches out a hand to carefully walk to the set of draws Asami directs him to - to check it's not some mirage, not some cruel joke after all. His finger tips bump the polished Morgan Walnut dresser softly, tentatively and he runs his hand along it appreciatively before taking a deep breath and pushing the draw front, releasing the catch and opening up the first drawer smoothly to reveal -

His pants.

And Akihito could cry, he's never been so pleased to see underwear before and has never been so happy to fully realise just what it means. He and Asami. He and THE Asami Ryuichi are official!

The best bit though, the bit that has Akihito swallowing his pride and acting very much like Augustus Gloop in the chocolate factory is the converted darkroom come office prepared for Akihito just down the hall to Asami's own study - it's got air conditioning and everything!

A collection of his prints line the walls, his cameras are all happily sitting in their cabinet and his desk, computer and paperwork are all ordered and accounted for.

"Asami!"

He's in the living room smoking and checking the voice mail's when he hears the call and turns in time to see a smiling, colourful blur fly towards him before it smothers him in a tight hug. Akihito puts his head on Asami's chest, turning a more distinct shade of red with every passing second as he scowls off into the distance.

"I'm still gonna bitch and moan that I don't want you buying me things but. Thank you. Really - it means alo-"

Asami kisses him, absentmindedly stubbing out his cigarette roughly into the ashtray beside him on the counter and spilling ashes over the sideboard.

"You know Akihito, I haven't been able to properly verify the quality of the new bed."

Akihito laughs and takes Asami's hand, leading him to their bedroom where he sits Asami on the foot of the bed and tells him "stay" while he whips his own shirt off, tossing it to the side and popping the button of his jeans in invitation. The boy smiles coyly, cocking his head seductively to bare his pale, pulsing neck to his lover who eyes it desiringly.

"Uh huh, sounds good...First things first though A-sa-mi."

"Hn?"

"I really am dying for a shower."