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A/N: Sorry this chapter is super late and that it's short! Life has been busy with so many things going on, but soon updates should be regular again. Also: We will be starting a new fic soon over at AO3, a Medieval Alpha/Omega/Beta world. If you guys want to see that here on fanfiction, let us know!
Chapter 27
Akihito's POV
Akihito was truly a man of the simple things in life. Being with Asami he could easily have anything he wanted just by asking and giving a little bat of the eye. Actually he was sure the crimelord would be more than happy to shower him with gifts, but things didn't bring Aki happiness. The mundane parts of life did, the little things that don't cost a single yen. One of those (His favorite, actually) was sitting in Asami's lap every morning before he got ready for work, cuddling into his chest to listen to his heart beat while sipping on his morning soda (Asami with his morning coffee.) The television lit up the dark room with the morning news, neither of them really paying attention to it. Really it was nothing more than the usual boring stories, along with the weather forecast. At this point it was just the white noise to their perfect, average morning. It was 5:23 in the morning, and Akihito was happy to be lazing around in his tight, camo boxers (Asami's favorite. He loved how they hugged the younger man's bubble butt.)
Out of the corner of his eye he could see the sun beginning to rise past the tall buildings of Tokyo, working on bathing the penthouse in its golden glow. The photographer focused more attention towards the glass balcony door. Something was off. The unnatural vibrancy of the sky brought a look of confusion on Akihito's face as he leaned forward and blinked a couple times….then it was back to normal. Odd…
"What's caught your curiosity, little kitten?" Asami's deep, baritone voice shook him from his thoughts, bringing his gaze towards the smirking man.
He blinked a couple times before offering a weak smile and shrug. "Nothing, just still tired I think." Aki told him, laughing it off as he relaxed back. They still had about ten minutes before he had to get up and work on breakfast while Asami got dressed for work. Wait a second…wasn't it 5:23 five minutes ago? Or am I just going crazy? The blonde tried just to forget about it, knowing it was probably due to his exhaustion. He had stayed up late so he could have dinner with Asami, not wanting to leave his lover to eat alone. They hadn't had the chance to eat together in a while...either he was out on photography jobs or Asami was working late at Sion. Clearing his throat, Akihito turned around in Asami's lap, propping his legs up on the other sofa cushion. "So…any requests for breakfast? I'll let you choose."
"Oh, you're taking requests this morning? What's the special occasion?"
"Does there have to be a special occasion for me to ask your opinion on what you want to go in your mouth?"
Asami raised a brow, his smirk intensifying. "That sounded so dirty, Kitten." The bastard teased him, making a dark blush raise to Akihito's cheeks. "But no, I suppose not. If it's my choice…I wish to have my favorite sweet for breakfast." Favorite sweet? Asami won't even drink his coffee with sugar in it…
The photographer stared blankly at his lover, his head slowly tilting whilst his eyebrows knitted together. A look of pure and utter confusion. "Asami, you don't like sweets. And not in that 'I'm manly so I can't like sweet things because it makes me look weak' kind of not like, I mean you literally make faces. I've seen the faces, they're hilarious but also the faces of utter distaste." His confusion was only met with a dark chuckle and in a flash Asami was over him, pinning him against the soft leather sofa. Aki's light hazel eyes widened as a gasp caught in his throat the moment he felt Asami's knee pressing against his crotch. Wait…when did I get hard?! A shiver ran down his spine as hot breath tickled his ear.
"I want you for breakfast, Kitten." Oh… OH. Aki knew he must have turned the color of a tomato given the amused glint in his lover's hungry eyes. A part of him wanted to try and weasel his way out just annoy Asami as payback for making him blush like a fucking idiot, but a bigger part of him needed to feel Asami's touch on his body, and inside of him.
"…I did say it was your choice, didn't I?" Akihito found himself saying, welcoming the rough kiss that was smashed against his own lips. He wrapped his slender arms around the crimelord's neck, turning his head to deepen the passionate, fevered kiss. Even when they finally broke apart to breathe Asami couldn't keep off of him, his strong hands stroking along his bare sides as his lips worshiped his neck and chest. Every touch felt so welcomed, his body shuddering in utter delight. The rough bite to the tender nape of his neck was just the icing on the cake, eliciting a low moan. "Come on you bastard…don't tea-."
"My choice, remember?" Asami said with a smirk, licking the red spot he had made on the photographer's neck in satisfaction. Even this brought out a cute mewl. "And I choose to savor my breakfast, so I'm going to make sure I eat it nice…and slow." He breathed, lightly flicking one of Aki's rosy buds to enjoy yet another erotic sound from the boy's lips.
God….I must be in heaven.
-"GET UP YOU LITTLE BITCH!"
His eyes snapped open as panic flooded over him, his eyes scanning the room in confusion before all the memories came flooding back to him. Akihito was on the floor of the tub, ice cold water hitting his nude, bruised body like bullets. The water rushing past his eyes was tinted red, and the pain radiating from his ass was just another reminder of where he was and what had happened.
"Y…Yes Oniisan…" Akihito's voice cracked, his throat dry to the point it was painful to speak.
Oh right….I'm in hell.
Akihito tried to get himself off the hard ground, he really did. But when you haven't eaten in three days and your body has been beaten and abused…there wasn't much strength left. Not to mention he was picking Mayuri up all the time trying his best to take care of him. The only saving grace he had was that he didn't have to watch his friend get starved…Jun fed Mayuri. After the fifth time trying to push himself up and ultimately failing, Akihito had no choice but to lay under the freezing stream with his teeth chattering. He felt hands cup him under the arms and roughly yank him out of the shower, not caring that the former-photographer's legs bumped painfully into the sides of the bathtub. "What a fucking disappointment..." Jun muttered in disgust, dropping Akihito unceremoniously onto the toilet seat.
Gritting his teeth, Akihito wrapped his swollen and purple arms around his freezing body. "S-Sorry O-Oniisan…I-I'll t-try to do better…" He mumbled through chattering teeth. There were so many nasty things that he wanted to let loose on the man…but he had quickly learned that when someone else's life and wellbeing depended on him and his attitude that it was best to keep his thoughts to himself. Mayuri would pay the price if he didn't. Akihito still couldn't get the images and sounds of Jun breaking two of Mayuri's fingers. In a way they were lucky that was all he did…because he could have taken away their bathroom rights and chained them back up…or even worse. Broken fingers would heal…
"No, you will do better. There's no try. If you pass out on me again I swear to god I will make Mayuri take your place." That was always his threat…whenever Aki didn't make the right sounds, when he didn't react to the beatings, when he didn't do the cute "little sister" things that sick fuck wanted him to do. And every time it worked…
"Y-Yes Oniisan…I'll be better, I promise." He couldn't meet Jun's gaze as those revolting words left his lips, not that the ex-yakuza would have wanted him too in the first place. Jun liked him to be submissive; he had gotten shocked multiple times for making eye contact.
"…You're lucky you're cute. Now get up and get dressed, unless you're so pathetic you need me to help you do that too." Akihito looked down at his trembling hands, the infected rings around his wrists burning the more he focused on them. He finally understood what Mayuri had meant…the pain reminded him he was alive.
Akihito grabbed the edge of the bathroom sink, using it to pull himself up onto shaky legs. "I can do it." He muttered, just barely keeping the bitter tone out of his voice. When he looked up, he sat what outfit Jun had chosen for him to wear on this particular evening. He was shocked to see it wasn't another uncomfortable Lolita dress. Instead it was a pair of pink button up pajamas that had long sleeves and long pants legs. Akihito knew this was just Jun wanting to keep Mayuri's knowledge of everything happening to him in the dark, but it didn't change the fact that it was going to be ten times more comfortable. Without saying a word, he eased first the black panties on (Jun had stopped giving him white…they kept getting stained with blood), and then into the pants. Already he felt warmer, and once he had his arms through the sleeve of the shirt his chattering teeth had calmed down.
Clumsily he tried to button the shirt up, but every time he would almost get a button in it would slip from his hands. Jun seemed to get fed up of watching him because he smacked the blonde's hands away and began doing it himself. They stood in silence until he got to the last white button, pushing it through the hole before he leaned in and began to whisper in his ear. "Oh and if you ever say his name again, even while unconscious, I will punish you in a way you can't even imagine. You are mine, not his." Without even looking at himself, Akihito knew he must have looked like a ghost.
Jun patted his shoulder once, "Now, you're going to make us dinner tonight. I'll let you play housewife like you're so used too. I even got you a cute little apron."
Asami…where are you?
