"Boo." Akihito stomped his feet onto the ground. "Photography?! Don't you humans have someone to do this sort of thing? I can just kill these people with a flick of my wrist and get rid of your problem!"

Hooking one leg over the other, Asami relaxed against his plush rolling chair with amusement. Swirling his whiskey on the rocks, he guided it to his lips and took a long sip. The familiar burn of his preferred drink was soothing to his stomach. Not that he needed to drink, but he enjoyed the luxury of expensive whiskey. He wasn't going to drink cheap alcohol if he could help it. Life was too short to skimp out on his one vice. A vice he didn't go overboard with.

In the beginning stages of his career, he learned to never leave himself in a vulnerable position. Witnessing other people being taken advantage of wasn't something his pride could handle for himself. He made sure not to go overboard in drinking with associates. Getting drunk in front of possible enemies was an idiotic move.

Taking another sip, Akihito continued on pacing in front of his desk, complaining about his boring orders.

Instead of the usual shot in the kneecap, Asami listened to the demon rant away while moving around in his office. For a high caliber demon, Akihito was far more bloodthirsty and mouthy than he expected. He talked back and rolled his eyes whenever Asami ordered him to do anything . Out of all the people who ignored his orders, Asami found Akihito adorable. Especially so while he went through his little tantrum .

Either the demon's sensuous allure lowered his defenses or Asami's interest surpassed his usual reservations. After all, Asami couldn't help but to look at Akihito. The demon was far more beautiful than Asami's previous partners. Akihito's lack of care for violence elevated him above those pretty faces as well.

He imagined exchanging torturing methods while biting up Akihito's neck. Keeping himself warm inside of Akihito's hole as Akihito informed him of his newest kill. Fucking after either one of them got rid of their enemies and rolling around with blood coating their skin.

Asami's mind short circuited.

He had never wasted his precious thoughts on another person. Seeing himself tied down in a relationship was never in his plans. His quick releases were meant to sate his lust not to connect on an emotional level. He was far too busy to think of entertaining someone when he could be busy elevating himself.

Yet, he saw himself in more personal arrangement with this human disguised demon.

Contract be damned.

Asami would bind himself with Takaba Akihito if it meant extending this agreement beyond his natural death.

As much as he would deny these feelings, he developed a sense of adoration for Akihito. It was swift and quick. The emotion grasped his heart tight . He thought this came from the contract, but Asami was genuinely attracted to him. Akihito was beautiful and vicious at the same time. A deadly combination.

He enjoyed the banter he exchanged with Akihito. The audacity and lack of respect, behind closed doors. No one had ever gotten away with such disrespect and continued to live.

Asami interrupted Akihito's ranting. "Let's make it interesting."

Akihito paused in place. "How so?"

Asami tapped his cigarette, causing the ash to fall onto his ashtray. "Find clear evidence of any... rats in my ranks and I shall reward you. I already gave you a payment in the summoning, but it doesn't mean I won't reward you for your hard work."

"Present me with your best food item as a reward and I won't go on a rampage." Akihito harrumphed. "Adding onto that, you surely have the means to appease my appetite ."

Catching onto his implications, Asami focused on Akihito's first condition. "Isn't it far more entertaining for you to hunt for your food, kitten?"

Ignoring the humiliating nickname, Akihito stuck his tongue out. "It is. Seeing the fear swimming in human's eyes before I kill them is fun ." He stopped beside Asami's desk and leaned against it. "I want live human food and...a pleasurable release."

Smirking, Asami nodded his head. "Then, complete my request and you shall have a variety of food." He eyed Akihito's curves and tacked on. "And I will handle the last bit of your request. Gladly .

Akihito smirked. "Done." He learned closer, pressing his lips against the side of Asami's mouth. "I will be back soon."

Before Asami claimed Akihito's mouth, the demon waved a hand and teleported.

Growling out loud, Asami adjusted himself to accommodate his tightening slacks.

Days later, a manila envelope was slammed onto Asami's table.

Asami looked up from his paperwork and noted Akihito wore a green halter top with black leather pants. Tight leather pants. Gulping, he checked out Akihito with an appreciative eye. Akihito tended to ignore his blatant observations of his body, but he was certain he noticed. From the cheeky smirk, Akihito did in fact notice Asami appreciative stare. He even cocked his hip to the side.

Clear in his annoyance, Akihito huffed out. "I found far more rats than you claimed to have Asami. I'm surprised they haven't made a move to kill you yet."

Asami slid the folder to himself with a simple. "Thank you,"

"You know, you could just order me to kill these people, Asami."

Hearing such bloodthirsty tendencies coming from such a cute face turned Asami on. Other than his subordinates, he never spoke about work to his lovers. Talk of shooting someone's head off made for terrible bed talk. Turning them off almost immediately as they scrambled to put on their clothing while running out the hotel room.

Just as well.

He didn't need understanding of his darker side while he fucked a willing hole.

Asami was certain Akihito would relish in his callousness after a good fuck. For him to whisper his torturous methods as he fucked Akihito sounded thrilling. Images of the possibilities stirred the fire in his belly.

As far as he knew, Akihito matched his desire and voiced wanting to bed him.

Well, implied on wanting to bed him.

On that thought, one call to Kirishima and his schedule would be empty for the afternoon. The possibilities of how he would fuck Akihito were endless. Besides, Asami promised to fulfill Akihito's request for release .

Asami informed Akihito. "As you have previously stated, I will not order you to kill anyone just yet. Too easy."

"But when?!" Akihito placed a hand on his hip, accenting his silhouette to Asami's hungry eyes.

Asami slid the folder to himself before he flipped it open. "That takes the fun out of everything. I prefer to make them suffer until their last breath." He inspected the photos and mused. "You take wonderful photos."

Puffing out his chest, Akihito preened. "Of course! A demon of my caliber does nothing but the best. Next time, I will take video and audio for the extra spice."

Asami chuckled as he went through each image. There were some associates Asami predicted would betray him from the beginning. Others showed people whom Asami knew from the beginning of his reign. Asami didn't feel a sense of betrayal. He wrapped his mind around having to get rid of people who were not in his best interest.

Some of these photos appeared close enough to where Akihito would have gotten caught unless the targets were distracted or the being was invisible .

Looking up at Akihito, Asami inquired. "Are you able to turn yourself invisible?"

Astonished, Akihito chuckled. "Nah. I use magic to cloak myself enough to be unnoticed. It takes some different shifts of the perception of the human mind to make this possible. Turning myself fully invisible is a strength of the elite. I haven't been able to do that just yet."

"So, it is possible for you to do it."

"In a few centuries, yes."

"I see." Asami shifted through more of the photos. "I have to admit, I didn't research the abilities you were able to do. I read the description of your rank and what you did for your contractors."

Akihito snickered behind his hand. "Yeah, that's what all my contractors say. I am as close to the dangerous demon rankings as you can get. Those higher ranking summonings have special… conditions."

"Can you tell me about those special conditions?"

Akihito arched his brow. "Want to get rid of me already?"

"No, just curious." Asami smirked. "I have no need to get rid of you. I wasted all the resources and manpower to summon you, you're not getting away from me so quickly. In any case, I do enjoy your company."

Akihito enjoyed this contract.

Throughout his existence, he rose up various levels without effort. Of course, he trained himself until he bled, but he backed up his superiority through his strength. As the son of two powerful demons, it was expected of him to surpass his parents in the power sphere. Even more so, after he started accepting contracts to wander onto Earth. His contracts used to flow through like a river, but ceased after a certain peak in Akihito's power.

His contract soon turned rare . Well. not rare per say. The qualifications were stricter and harder for the average human to accomplish. He was almost summoned during bloody and violent wars, but the contractors always fell short before the contract took hold.

For a human to summon him, turned into a frustrating version of a waiting game. Akihito remained in his world for centuries . Almost bored out of his mind from watching lesser demons wreak havoc on Earth.

Asami Ryuichi was a rare specimen of a human. The darkness he exuded was palatable to the tongue. Whenever he spoke, his words held meaning. He wouldn't have control of a huge enterprise if he was a wishy washy leader. He ruled over every single man with an iron first. His gold eyes seemed to dig deep into the souls of those he stared at, forcing them to submit.

Akihito held onto the belief Asami Ryuichi's bloodline contained demon blood. Those golden eyes of his were certainly special.

Staring at Asami Ryuichi was a treat in itself.

Akihito enjoyed his freedom on Earth, but Asami made their contract more bearable than his past contractors. A majority of his past contractors were impatient to relish in their power while also being displeasing to look at. The few who were not ugly were blinded by power while also being impotent to perform. Religious overtures kept these men from touching him in any case.

He finished those contracts far quicker than usual. Wanting nothing more than to return back to his world in order to attain another contract. More than anything, he needed his release even if the sex was lackluster, boring, or the person just finished themselves off.

Akihito learned to use his own hands to give himself euphoria.

Asami mused out loud. "You will have to accompany me to his party an associate of mine is hosting."

Akihito's interest peaked. "A party? Do I have to do anything special?"

"My most discreet guards will shadow us, but you will keep your attention on my surroundings. If there are any rats attempting to make a move, you may get rid of them," Asami explained. "No one will suspect you're nothing more than my date for the evening."

"For only that evening?" Akihito inquired. "Wait! I thought I wasn't supposed to kill anyone!"

"I am giving you a bit of grace. These parties are a breeding ground for assassinations, affairs, and business transactions." Asami said. "Best to cover our tracks in case someone disrespects you or whatever you deem a killable offense."

Akihito placed a hand on his chest, almost swooning onto Asami's desk. "Goodness, you know how to win a demon's heart." He winked. "Are you sure you won't regret giving me this freedom?"

"Not at all."

"So you say."

"I make exceptions for whatever the situation calls for it." Asami removed his cell phone from his pocket to check the time. "Other than this announcement, you may wander about Club Sion for the duration of my stay."

"How long will that be?" Akihito inquired.

Asami asked. "Are you needed elsewhere, Akihito?"

"Not at all. I'm tied to everything you order for me to do."

"Yet, you're contradicting my orders."

Akihito grinned big enough to show his dimples. "Oh great Asami-sama, I am merely asking questions. How can I ever deny anything you wish?"

Asami pushed back his chair. "Come here, Akihito." He pointed to the gap between him and his desk.

Akihito continued on smiling as he walked around Asami's desk. He stopped before him and looked down at him. "Next?"

Asami tapped his finger against his chin and ordered. "Sit on my desk."

"Easy." Akihito hopped on Asami's desk, making sure not to mess up his desk setup.

"Answer this next question,"

Amused, Akihito told him. "Go for it."

Asami stared deep into Akihito's hazel eyes, no hesitation or fear in his gaze. "Have you ever slept with your summoners?"

Akihito processed the question before letting out a gut wrenching chuckle. He almost bent over himself, body shaking as he laughed. His laughter extended for a whole minute before his laughter lessened.

"Oh, Asami-sama, you're so amusing." Akihito drew out the anticipation, watching Asami's golden eyes narrow in growing jealousy, oh he was far more infatuated than he expected.

This had never happened before.

Maybe, a summoner or two played with the idea of sleeping with him. Not that Akihito cared to take notice if his summoners liked him. He knew his lack of hesitation of slaughtering their enemies would have broken whatever delusion these men thought of him.

In contrast, Asami Ryuichi was almost shameless in showing his interest. He never shied away from looking at him. Checking him out whenever he wore revealing or tight fitted clothing. Even if he dressed modestly, Asami couldn't keep his eyes off of him.

Akihito contained the need to preen at the attention.

"No. I have not slept with my summoners. None of them were…shall we say…able to perform on account of their impotency. Then again," Akihito remembered the restrictive religious connotations from centuries past. Religion grasped human hearts, bringing fear of the unknown into their hearts. "Religion keeps even the most curious of men away from exploring their options."

None of his previous summoners would have touched him willingly. Finding the idea of touching him as abhorrent as admitting they needed the help of a pretty boy demon to defeat their enemy.

"A shame." With his hands on his lap, Asami didn't make a move to touch Akihito. "They don't know what they are missing."

Akihito leaned down and almost closed the gap between their lips. "Oh, the mere thought of touching my skin was a sin in itself. I imagined their panicked faces whenever they woke up from a sex dream. Wanting nothing more than to take me, but their morals kept them from acting on their impulse."

Asami scoffed. "The fact they sold their souls through the contract already damned them. They could have enjoyed your presence without a hint of shame."

Akihito fluttered his lashes. "My presence is that enjoyable. I haven't annoyed you yet?"

"Very enjoyable." Asami said as he leaned closer, their lips almost made contact.

A knock on the door caused the pair to jump. Their lips almost touched, but Akihito managed to lean back in time.

Kirishima entered the room, unphased at the sight before him. Af if expecting the pair to finally break the tension between them. "Asami-sama. Takaba-sama."

Akihito turned his face slightly for Asami's lips to press against his cheek. "Heya Glasses! Work for the Boss?"

Kirishima hummed. "He has to look at this content. Immediately ."

"Ah, okay." Looking at Asami, he informed him. "We'll play next time." Akihito winked, disappearing before Asami's eyes.

Again.

Asami slammed his hand on his desk, glaring at Kirishima for his terrible timing.

Unfazed by glare, Kirishima used his pointer and middle finger to push up his glasses. "Asami-sama, you have work to do. There is no time for dalliances."

Asami growled. "I always have time."

Kirishima shuffled his papers together, ignoring the seething glare that Asami sent his way. He relayed the newest development of their other business.

Asami denied the fact that he pouted.

Asami's entrance to this secret business party brought on a surge of whispers. Per usual, he wore a well fitted all black suit which made him appear more muscular than usual. His black hair was slicked back with strands framing his chiseled jaw. Women giggled behind their hands at the sight of him. Men kept their jealousy hidden behind a forced aching smile, big enough to display their pearly whites.

The latest beauty on Asami's arm, Takaba Akihito, caused many to narrow their eyes in envy. Out of all of Asami's dates, this new young man surpassed them all. Everything about this young man was flawless. His short blond hair appeared healthy and shiny. The dark navy blue tuxedo he wore fit him in all the right places, accentuating his tiny waist. Many swore they saw eyeshadow smudges around the corners of his eyes, mascara, and lip gloss. No one was bold enough to get close enough to blatantly stare at him.

Akihito thought it best to play it safe with his outfit. This was a suit and tie event where he couldn't show off his skin. Asami didn't order him to change his clothes, but Akihito was observant in his own right. Having attended fancier events in the past, he knew better than to stand out.

From the looks of the glaring men and women who vied for Asami's attention, Akihito didn't dim himself down enough.

Not that he cared.

Even in a boring suit, Akihito was handsome.

Asami guided Akihito throughout the party, greeting new and old business partners. He was not ashamed over bringing a man as his date. Considering the openness of all walks of life in the underground, none of the men batted an eye over Asami's date.

The women varied in reactions. Most pondered what kind of skin routine Asami's date did to keep such youthful and healthy skin. The rest were envious at not being attached to Asami Ryuichi's side.

"Ah! Asami-san!" A man in his fifties with graying hair called to Asami. He was one of Asami's trusted partners, Takahashi Keigo. "Glad you could make it."

Asami smiled, almost genuinely at Takahashi. "Pleasure to be here, Takahashi-san." He motioned to Akihito. "Allow me to introduce my date for the evening, this is Takaba Akihito."

"Pleasure to meet you," Akihito bowed, his smile stretched from ear to ear. "I hear that your business received a huge leap in profit in the last quarter. Impressive. The change in advertisements and logo really brought in a new wave of loyal customers to your door."

Takahashi was stunned that someone as young as Akihito knew such intricate business details. "Ah, thank you, Takaba-san. One of the design team leads brought it to my attention that a better detailed front would help maneuver our business without concern."

Akihito winked. "A great disguise, I'm sure."

Takahashi couldn't help but laugh again. "We have not received voiced concerns since the change that's for sure."

Asami laughed alongside them. "Did Takeida convince you to integrate in plain sight?"

"Oh definitely," Takahashi snorted. "At least, my son-in-law found himself useful. My daughter proved she didn't pick him because of his pretty face." He peered back to Akihito. "Are you also in business?"

Akihito nodded his head, motioning to Asami with his open hand. "I'm under Asami's leadership. He hired me for in-depth work, less visible than his average worker."

Takahashi nodded. "Ah, I see." He turned to Asami. "You have a sharp tongue in your ranks, Asami-san."

Asami grinned. "I found a rare treasure, indeed."

Akihito dismissed himself with a bow. "I'll leave you two to talk business." He informed Asami. "I'll be getting something to drink. Do you want something?"

Asami shook his head. "I have no need for a drink this early. Go enjoy yourself."

"Got it boss!" Akihito said, nodding to Takahashi. "Thank you for your time, Takahashi-san."

"A pleasure to meet you, Takaba-san." Takahashi said before resuming his conversation with Asami.

Akihito shuffled away from the pair, his eyes locked on the drink table. In between the partygoers, Akihito weaved through the crowd, dodging groups of people. His eyes sparkled at the spread the servers presented at the table. There were different varieties of alcohol. Many of whom were expensive and perfect for his tongue.

There were multiple servers picking up different wine glasses to place onto their trays. Leaving immediately to offer them to guests that were far away from the table. A few were left over to keep an eye on the table.

" Oooh ." Akihito picked up the vibrant red wine, swirling it in the glass. "Thank you, miss."

The server bowed her head, cheeks aflame with a blush. "You're welcome, sir."

Akihito extended the same gratitude to the male server who offered up a morsel of food. The man's face went red as he stammered out a reply.

Akihito left happily while munching on his little snack. The quality of the ingredients were top high. Nothing cheap about the bite. He took a sip of the red wine, his tongue blasted with flavors. He savored each sip while choosing a spot to stand at. Asami told him to keep an eye on whomever he photographed in compromising positions or planned to usurp him.

From his little strut around the party, Akihito saw many of these men in their own groups. Speaking in whispers while keeping their eyes on their other possible victims. They were in their own worlds, unknowing of their inevitable fate to Akihito's claws.

Akihito leaned against a pillar near the entrance to the garden area when Suoh bent down to whisper in his ear. "Asami-sama shall be busy for the moment. He prefers that you stay in our line of sight."

Akihito huffed out. "The poor boy thinks I cannot care for myself? As per my rank, I am not easily subdued, Suoh-san."

Suoh held back a laugh. "I understand, but I needed to relay my orders."

"Fine. I'll play his little ordering game." Although Asami technically ruled over Akihito, Akihito was in full control of his own facilities. "I won't do anything he wouldn't do."

Suoh muttered, "Which isn't much."

"Exactly." Akihito smirked.

Midoriya Jin kept his eyes on Asami Ryuichi's newest little toy.

He cared little if Asami's new pretty little thing was a boy, Asami always arrived with beautiful people on his arm. Asami received blessings without having to try or simper to climb to the stop. Midoriya had never heard of Asami bowing deeply or kneeling to another person. Asami's untouchable status was well known as the gossip surrounding his impeccable image and charismatic tongue.

Club Sion was an inundated success on account of Asami's ties to government officials and the elite. Asami's other business ventures were whispered behind open palms, many wishing a spot in Asami's calendar to grab a piece through association or contract. Seasoned businessmen spoke their awe at someone as young as Asami Ryuichi building his empire through great forward thinking and continuing to build over the connections he attained throughout his rise.

In comparison, Midoriya snatched crumbs and left overs to build up his power. The remains of his past family connections dwindled as years passed on. Nothing he did kept these people from moving past him, for them to like his cousins or enemies over him. His well known string of bad luck in business ventures didn't help matters.

People entertained him, but didn't take him seriously.

His own marriage was arranged through his grandparents whose friends had a granddaughter that was unmarried at thirty. Making her a less than desirable option for a wife. She was pretty enough to show off, but she disliked accompanying him to business parties.

The moment Asami Ryuichi walked through the main entrance, Midoriya's company turned their attention to him. Dismissing his words for brief moments of ogling Asami and his date. He caught Asami's pretty boy having a chat with Takahashi, an elder in the business who laughed alongside the boy.

Indignant jealousy shot through him. A complete nobody, a handsome boy who knew nothing of business, charmed an elder through a few well placed words.

"Hopefully, Asami brings that appetizing piece over here."

" Here ? Yeah right. Asami will go for the elders and some of the young lucky ones. He won't come over here."

"Honestly…you're right. We have nothing to offer the man."

"We just didn't go for the chance when he offered collaborations years ago."

"Stupid of me to reject him, but who invests in a young face? For all I knew, he would have blown through the money, leaving me without anything to show for my investment."

Midoriya tuned them out, wishing nothing but bad luck on Asami's end.

The wine glass tipping onto Asami's shirt would have been a fine way to humiliate him. Nothing.

As time passed on, he noticed Asami's plaything broke off and grabbed a drink. He savored his time drinking it before returning to grab another one. After this one, the young man left the main ballroom, wandering into the garden.

Breaking away from his group, he shuffled past people returning from the garden. His eyes locked on the retreating form of Asami's date. He managed to sway some of Asami's gold digging dates through promising money and lavish gifts. After all, Asami never went on a date with the same person twice.

From the young appearance, this one was most likely naive and untouched. Possibly smitten with Asami's looks and power.

An easy target to snatch.

Once the young man stopped in front of a statue, Midoriya wasted no time in grabbing his arm, pulling him out of sight. To his relief, the guy didn't let out a yelp or even fight him off. Maybe, visualizing Asami having grabbed him for a quick romp away from view.

The thought brought Midoriya indigestion.

Pulling this guy in front of him, Midoriya was astonished at this young man's lack of concern. He appeared bored, almost annoyed at having been taken away from the public.

Shaking his head, Midoriya demanded. "How much is Asami paying you?"

The young man arched his brow. " Excuse me? Pay me?"

Midoriya gripped Asami's toy's arm even harder. "Yes, pay you. Why else would he bring a young thing to a party where everyone will continue to talk about him for weeks to come!?"

The young man scoffed. "I tagged along willingly. Besides," He yanked Midoriya's fingers off of his arm. "Keep your hands off of me. You wouldn't be able to afford me anyway."

Midoriya's face went red with fury. "You know nothing of my finances. I can afford whatever price you name."

"No, thank you." He smirked. "I do just fine."

"Bullshit." Midoriya sneered. "All you gold diggers have a price. The new ones are especially eager to make money."

"Not really." The young man rolled his hazel eyes. "Unlike the woman clinging to Old Man Miura, I have standards. And Asami Ryuichi is no one to underestimate."

Midoriya snapped. "I'm from the Midoriya family! I have power!"

"And this one is Takaba Akihito." Akihito snorted. "Never heard of you."

Akihito's smirk grew as Midoriya stewed in his anger.

"How tacky to proposition someone in public. Usually, there are phone calls, setting up a letting, maybe even a date. Is this how you obtained your wife?" Akihito arched his brow, "Pretty sure her family wouldn't like to hear you openly showing off a hot new thing. After all, their power far surpasses yours."

Midoriya pushed him against the wall, seething in anger. "Shut it."

"Pff." The young man rolled his eyes. "You're nobody. Actually, you're almost a somebody, but you're being used as a puppet by far more powerful men to step over Asami." He tutted with a patronizing glance. "Goodness. I'm employed under Asami, but at least I'm not humiliating myself in making a name for myself."

"You whore-"

Unfazed, Akihito waved a hand back and forth. "Yeah, yeah, I'm a whore for enjoying myself with a handsome man. Oh how terrible of me."

Midoriya grew angrier. His hands itched to injure Takaba Akihito. He didn't hesitate into falling into the temptation and reaching out his hands to hold onto Akihito's neck. Before he even touched that long neck, Akihito jammed his hand through his abdomen, piercing him through.

"Ugh." Akihito wrinkled his nose. "Your blood smells atrocious ."

Akihito's claws curled inside of the man's torso, bringing out more blood curdling screams. Having set up varying barriers, no one noticed there was chaos in the alleyway. There were partygoers walking past their area, laughing and flirting with the person who accompanied them.

The rat tried to gasp for help, pleading for someone to help him. He flailed in Akihito's grasp. His constant moves brought rivers of blood to trickle down his body. Those stubby fingers attempted to grab at him, but Akihito slashed into other organs, making him lose even more blood.

Akihito relished in seeing life leave the swine's eyes.

"You will suffer where you will end up, you insignificant blip of society." Akihito informed the dying man before tossing him against the wall. Light in strength in order for the man to simply slam against the wall and slide down.

Akihito sniffed.

From his investigative research, the only people who would miss this guy were his mother and, for a limited time, his new bride. Not that she cared for him, she played her role as a submissive wife well. No one knew she was seduced by her husband's vice president and was carrying his child. She was waiting with anticipation for when her husband croaked or angered someone enough to kill him.

Akihito imagined her hidden delight at having inherited a fortune on account of her legitimate child.

He would have to transport the body somewhere semi secluded for him to be found in the morning. Make it look like a vicious knife murder with a knife which cut similar to his claws laid next to the body. The police would find no DNA and shuffle this as a cold case.

Easy peasy.

Incoming footsteps and harsh huffing prompted Akihito to turn around. He locked eyes with Asami who aimed a gun right at him. Of course, not to kill him, but possibly for the rat who tried to hurt him.

"Whoops." Akihito flicked his hands to get rid of the blood coating his fingers. "Uh…. I have no valid excuse as to why I killed him. He just annoyed me."

Asami lowered his gun, seemingly stunned at the sight of a blood soaked Akihito. He peered behind him, thinking someone was aware of what happened, but everyone carried on like normal.

Akihito smiled. "Ah…I set a barrier to keep everyone but you and your guards from coming in." He peered down at his dirty shirt, sighing out loud. "Well, good thing I can just spell this off. The smell of this rat's blood is making me sick."

"No ..no don't vanish it away yet."

Akihito whined. "But, why? It stinks!"

Asami strided forward and backed Akihito against the wall. His golden eyes seemed to glow in lust as he stared down at Akihito's eyes. His large hands were on Akihito's hips to bring their bodies together.

Akihito harrumphed. "Boss! This pig smells gross-"

Asami kisses Akihito against the wall, cutting off his barrage of words.

Obscene moans traveled from the alleyway.

Kirishima slapped a hand over his face, counting down inside of his mind to get himself together. There was no need to elevate his blood pressure because of those two. He saw the signs of Asami and Akihito eyeing one another since the first day the demon was summoned.

He caught them almost kissing days before this event. Maybe, he should have allotted time for them to break through the tension and fuck. After all, Asami's attention trailed off several times in their usual meetings. Takaba Akihito was probably on his mind. Teasing him during their time apart, even more so when they were in the same room.

Sighing out loud, he ran his hands over his face.

All he wanted was a simple night where he didn't have to distract people from Asami's mess.

"A-Ah!" Akihito's voice trailed out, causing Kirishima's eyebrow to twitch and his jaw to clench. "Y-Yes! Asami!"

"F-Fuck!" Asami growled out, sounds of obscene slapping skin ensued.

Suoh stood beside him, chuckling out loud. "You should have expected this from them, Kei-san."

Kirishima glared at him from the corner of his eyes. "Fucking beside a corpse?"

"Maybe, not that ." Suoh coughed into his closed fist. "I expected to walk in on them far sooner than today."

Kirishima hung his head. "Is anybody looking in this direction?"

"None."

"Are you certain?"

"Yes. I'm not surprised they are not paying attention though. Takaba-sama can place barriers to block out certain people from his area. He is a lot more powerful than he looks. Managed to slam me against the ground when we spared and broke the floor with a punch."

Kirishima snapped his head up, his eyes crazed. "And he didn't think to save us the mercy of hearing them?"

Suoh patted Kirishima's back. "There, there. It will all be over soon."

TBC