Akihito kept back the urge to roll his eyes at the obvious signs of infatuation from Sudou Shu.

As he stood beside Asami, he feigned disinterest in listening to Sudou relay information about Club Sion to their Boss. While looking at his sharp nails, he inhaled deeply, registering the scents trailing throughout that room. In no time at all, he identified the emotions around the room.

Kirishima was disinterested in listening to lackluster reporting.

Asami was bored enough to reach back to squeeze Akihito's thigh. Silently promising to enact another new rendezvous once they were alone. Maybe, not even patiently waiting until Kirishima left the room to kiss him.

Ever since that party, Kirishima caught them in various stages of undress. Almost appearing having given up on commenting on Asami having work to do. To Kirishima's luck, he had not seen their cocks throughout those interactions. Asami and Akihito were either getting redressed or Asami was fondling him under his clothes.

Kirishima's eyes were saved from seeing his own Boss' cock, but he saw a good eyeful of Akihito during their first meeting.

As Sudou spoke, Akihito peered at the corner of his eyes when he registered Sudou's scent. .

Sudou reeked of lust.

Remnants of this lust clung to his skin and clothing. His eyes hyper focused on Asami as he continued on speaking. His body was bent over slightly, showing submissiveness and indications of not overruling Asami.

At least, Sudou kept control of his voice and revealed nothing to Asami. Attempted was a better term to use. He didn't show his interest through fluttering lashes or blatant offers of sex. Sudou used his job to get closer to Asami than other interested parties who threw themselves at him.

When Sudou finished his report, Asami said. "Thank you, Sudou-san."

Sudou bowed, his energy exuding happiness. "Thank you for your time, Asami-sama."

Akihito leaned forward and wrapped an arm around Asami's shoulder. He peered down at Sudou, waiting for him to look up at Asami. The moment he looked up, Sudou's jealous eyes bore into Akihito's tainted existence. Akihito winked.

Sudou forced out through gritted teeth. "Is there anything else you need me to do, Asami-sama?"

"Nothing." Asami answered. "You may go now."

Sudou gave Akihito one more glare before he bowed one more time and walked out.

Akihito waited until the door clicked closed when he announced. "He wants to suck your cock."

Kirishima choked on his spit and tried composing himself.

Asami confirmed. "I know."

Akihito wrinkled his nose. "And you haven't gotten rid of him?"

"He has use."

"In what way?" Akihito arched his brow. "To boost up your ego?

"Not at all." Asami sighed. "There are familiar ties I am interested in keeping. Sudou works for cheap as well."

Akihito glanced at Kirishima. "He purposely lets himself get paid less?"

Kirishima shrugged his shoulders. "He claimed this is a part time job before transitioning to better opportunities. He didn't mind the wage I offered, even more so when Asami-sama made his appearance."

Akihito sniffed. "Ah, future nepotism and panting over a handsome man. Goodness. How will he gain power if he folds this easily ?"

"He won't get far. He'll learn a harsh lesson when he grows older." Kirishima said.

Asami lightly pulled Akihito's arm, causing him to fall on his lap. "There is no need to worry about him. Sudou is not to my taste." He brushed his lips against Akihito's ear, ignoring Kirishima's very presence as he fondled Akihito.

Akihito harrumphed. "I'm not worried whatsoever. I would expect you to have higher standards! For you to sleep with someone like him would make me feel bad for you. Glasses and Kazumi-san are an improvement if you want a lover."

Asami hummed.

Kirishima didn't know how to feel about being rated by a demon, but he took the compliment. Akihito was not one to mince his words. He was genuinely honest in his observations. If liked you, he liked you.

Sudou received bad luck on being seen less by Akihito. This demon killed more of Asami's enemies with a flick of his wrist, using annoyance and feeling the need to kill as his excuse for doing it. At least, he knew to transport the corpse to a different location and created a scene of a bad deal done wrong.

None of these murders were tied back to Asami Ryuichi.

Quite easy since Asami was always in public when these murders happened. Akihito vanished the evidence from his body through magic, seemingly appearing beside Asami as if he never left his side.

Asami chuckled against Akihito's neck. "Hm… he is not even close to giving me what you have offered me."

Akihito grinned. "Ah…I think we should wait for Glasses to leave, Boss. I have no exhibition kink."

Kirishima took this verbal sign and walked out the room.

Asami and Akihito shared a laugh before making out.

In between his usual stakeouts, Akihito got to know various people under Asami's rule. Well, employment . Akihito made it a point to introduce himself, remaining vague on his role in Asami's ranks. He listened to every single one of them, liking to interact with different types of people and hear about their lives.

One man in particular, Tachibana, was Asami's large, buff bouncer who appeared vicious, but was kind at heart. Akihito saw underneath the exterior immediately during their first meeting. He wasn't unappealing, but Akihito saw where someone would assume he was mean through his harsher features.

Akihito successfully distracted Tachibana the moment he appeared for his shift. The man rolled his eyes playfully as Akihito lingered around the entrance to chat with him. They caught up and pulled in other workers who were on their way in for their shifts in conversation. All of them left as soon as they watched the clock tick closer to the start of their shifts.

When asked if he was needed elsewhere, Akihito's teasing was clear in his tone. "Asami has no need for me yet." He leaned against the wall. "He will call me when he needs me. Otherwise, I have free reign in this place."

Tachibana snorted. "Free reign, eh? Even his office?"

"Especially his office." Akihito wiggled his brows. "Boss trusts me with his most valued items."

" Oh?"

Tachibana said nothing more as they transcended into other topics. Mainly Tachibana's new girlfriend. Not in a derogatory way, but Tachibana's insecurities of his first real relationship.

"You're doing well, Tachibana-san." Akihito reassured the bouncer, "Your girlfriend is so besotted with you. Do you think she would look at another man?"

Tachibana rubbed the back of his neck. "Beauties always attract flies whether they want to or not."

Akihito snickered, nudging his side. "Does she know all the women who hit on you while on the job?"

"Oh, she does." Tachibana chuckled. "For such a tiny woman, she is indeed the jealous type."

"Do you feel that's insecurity, or you're touched because she fights for you?"

"More or less the fighting part." Tachibana blushed. "Didn't get a lot of that as a young man. I had not grown into my looks back then."

"I bet you were alright. There are people who just develop early, and others need to mature to reach their potential." Akihito reassured him.

"I'm certain you had no such trouble to ensnare people with your face."

Akihito hummed. "I was busy with other duties before I started exploring my options." Rising up the demon ranks took decades . "And my parents expected nothing less from me. They accomplished a lot and expected more from me. Getting off was not in their list of importance."

Tachibana grimaced, sympathetic due to the strict parenting. "I see."

Akihito placed his arms behind his head, grinning from ear to ear. "But they're more than happy with how far I've worked. Had I failed, oh they would have screamed at me for making them lose face."

As they shared a laugh, Sudou appeared from the next room, grimacing at their presence. He rolled his eyes before walking away.

Akihito rolled his eyes as well. "Ugh. Does he always walk around as if he has the Boss' protection?"

"Oh, all the time." Tachibana snorted. "Ever since he started, Sudou faked the niceness enough to show he is a decent worker. I didn't fall for that shit one bit."

Akihito patted his back. "Same here. Minor connections in higher places sure make people think they're untouchable." Tachibana's groan made Akihito change topics. "Anyways, what were you thinking of doing for your anniversary? I heard there's a festival going on that your girlfriend will like."

Yanking on black gloves, Asami looked down at the newest upstart who thought to usurp his place. Himura Takashi cried streams of tears, murmuring apologies behind his taped up mouth. His arms were bound behind his back, legs tied against the legs of his chair. Asami's men were the ones who beat the man before kidnapping him to one of his secret lairs.

Ignoring the muffled pleads of mercy, Asami snapped his fingers, and an underling brought a cart full of items. Varying torturing devices he used whenever someone really pissed him off. He usually shot them through the brain, tied them to blocks, and tossed them into the ocean. This time, he wanted to take his time and make sure this person regretted his actions.

This anger wasn't due to Himura. The idiot was caught in his crossfire. His stupidity didn't land him in this chair. He was a scapegoat for him to release the tension and aggravation at having lost a shipment of merchandise. Valuable merchandise Asami needed to exchange for another habit.

Asami lifted up his first weapon, a simple pair of pincers, and checked Himura's body. Smiling light, he snapped his fingers and one of his men appeared. "Take off his shoes."

"Yes, Asami-sama."

Himura thrashed in his chair, attempting to kick the man, but failing. The ropes were tied so tight around his legs, keeping him from moving his legs. His shoes were removed, socks followed suit, those were thrown inside of a disposable bag.

"Boss! I'm back!"

Multiple men murmured relieved whispers, Asami ignored them. The tension in his shoulders lessened a bit at the sound of Akihito's voice.

Asami turned away from Himura, inquiring. "Finish your stakeout?"

"Oh, for tonight. I completed your list of people, hand me another one for a different day. I kind of want to lounge about for a bit." Akihito answered, sauntering around Asami, his arm wrapped around his bicep. "Hmm…you're angry tonight."

Himura screamed behind the tape.

Asami hummed. "I lost money."

"Want me to sniff around? I can teleport at the site and pin down whoever dared to make my Boss this angry."

Asami let out a deep breath through his nose and chuckled. He forgot about the valuable asset under the palm of his hand. The one person who couldn't betray him for anything in this world. His blinding anger caused him to forget Akihito was able to retrieve his merchandise and kill whoever tried to ruin him.

Asami shook his head, tension left his shoulders. "Your presence is soothing."

Akihito grinned. "Why, thank you." He snuggled against his side. " Now , you're feeling better. No need to get angry, Asami-sama. My dear, you will get wrinkles."

Asami dropped the pliers onto the table. The impact echoed through the somewhat silent room. Himura kept on attempting to get out of the chair, possibly pleading muffled cries of leniency.

Asami motioned to Himura. "Want to eat him?"

" Hmm !" Himura cried.

"Hmm…" Akihito wrinkled his nose, inhaling Himura's natural scent. "No, thanks. Smells bad. I don't want him."

The betrayer croaked, offended at the comment.

Asami hummed. "Too bad. I thought to feed you a treat for being so good for me. What do you want to eat then?"

"Well…" Akihito leaned close to Asami's ear and palmed his hardening cock. "I'm hungry for your cum, Asami-sama."

Asami blinked.

Kirishima averted his eyes as Asami grasped a handful of Akihito's ass. "Asami-sama, we have no time for this."

"We always make time." Asami removed his gun from his inner holster, removed the safety, and shot Himura through the brain. "Someone clean this up."

Akihito crouched on the roof of a building next to a hot affair hotel spot, snapping multiple images of a new associate of Asami.

Wearing black from head to toe, his blond hair was hidden underneath a beanie. Not that he needed to disguise himself, his shifting abilities could deter people from looking at him. Putting on disguises was fun, and he liked sneaking around in all dark attire.

Looking through his viewfinder, Akihito couldn't help but shake his head. Asami's new associate was confident in his ability to sneak around to keep the curtains of his window wide open. Most would choose another floor or an even more private hotel to keep their affair a secret. Not this one. He left his curtains and windows open for curious eyes to look into.

Anyone who cared to know about this individual would sneak photos of him fucking someone who wasn't his wife. They were a well known couple. The wife was high profile through familiar connections and was a childhood sweetheart. Someone who could ruin this man's life through multiple abandoned contracts through her father.

The one aspect that would topple this situation was if the wife knew of his affairs. She didn't care and had lovers of her own. Rich people grew bored easily and wanted excitement.

Akihito was certain this was not the case.

Throughout Akihito's investigations, this associate was the sort to reference his wife often. Making it a point to always bring her up in company or boost her up with compliments. Not that she was unfortunate looking, the wife was beautiful, but the excess of praise raised eyebrows. Older people or those who could spot the overcompensation had an inkling the husband was having an affair.

And they were correct.

This guy's string of affair partners stretched far and wide.

The new affair partner, a young rising starlet who was supposed to be innocent and cute, was eagerly sucking his cock. Asami's associate dug his hand into her hair, pushing her down onto his cock. She didn't react much as she swallowed more of his dick.

There was nothing inexperienced about this woman. Akihito could tell that she had previous partners to gain this sort of experience. Probably to the point where she didn't have a gag reflex.

Akihito was impressed.

Fans of this woman would have their hearts broken if these images spread through the internet. Having looked through the internet, Akihito read through fandoms who thought the world of a singer or an actor. This new wave of humans was defensive of those they didn't personally know.

The fallout of these celebrities was amusing for Akihito to experience. The speed it took for people to crush someone of high importance was impressive.

While snapping another photo of another set of blackmail worthy material, Akihito felt someone watching him. A sudden intense stare that perked Akihito's invisible horns. Pausing, Akihito extended his powers and found the person on the left side building.

A normal human.

No powers, whatsoever.

They spoke in another language, one Akihito deciphered as Chinese. Listening in for a bit, he realized they were talking about him.

How their Boss wanted him to be taken.

Interesting.

Humming out loud, he got up on his feet, brushed the dirt from his jeans with one hand while holding his camera with the other. He acted as if nothing was going on. That he couldn't possibly hear the man speak to someone in Chinese, a language Akihito had not spoken in centuries.

Biting the inside of his cheek to stop his laugh, Akihito walked away from the roof and entered the door. Focusing on his camera, he transported it to Asami's desk. His penthouse office. Since Akihito could pop in and out of rooms, Asami continued on keeping that particular room locked. No one would be able to tamper with the evidence he collected that night.

He made a show over feigning ignorance as he exited the building and walked down the street. His ears picked up another man joining the other one from the building. Both of them ran down to exit the building across the street from him but slowed down before opening the door to enter the street.

Akihito slowed his footsteps, almost comically whistling and humming under his breath. Waiting for these guys to snatch him up. Although, the incoming foot traffic might deter them from grabbing and taking him. They wouldn't be stupid enough to grab him in front of people. Then again, there were brainless muscle heads who never thought with their heads and gave away their business.

As he passed by an empty road, someone grabbed his arm and dragged him away from the sidewalk. Half heartedly fighting, Akihito furrowed his brows at the lack of strength behind the one who restrained him. Akihito wanted to chastise these men for being weak. He thought men who worked in the underground were stronger than this pair.

When one of them whacked him in the back of the head with a hard object, Akihito wanted to laugh out loud. He managed to hold in his laugh and lolled his head forward. He suspected the object was the butt of a gun. There was a smell of gun residue and metals.

A hit to the head would have caused a normal human to lose consciousness, but not Akihito. This was the strength of a child to him. Then again, he was a demon. One infinitely stronger than the strongest human on a bad day. Yet, he faked passing out and one of the men hauled him into the large van.

Glasses was stronger than these guys and he was a secretary .

Akihito should know. He tackled down Kirishima on a whim and ended up sparring with him. Kirishima was rough in return, almost landing a punch on his face. Akihito wasn't even annoyed at the sliver of a scratch. He assumed Kirishima was having a rough day and turned his frustration onto him.

Suoh's double take was an interesting tidbit Akihito kept in the back of his mind. Akihito suspected Suoh and Kirishima were an item. They smelled like one another, but showed none of the closeness of a couple while they worked. Since Akihito didn't interact with them outside of Asami's business, he couldn't verify his suspicions.

Add on the lack of residual lust on the pair, Akihito would have to wait for the answers to his questions. Asking them outright would cause them to ignore him or divert his line of questioning.

Akihito was patient enough to wait.

Faking unconsciousness, Akihito was hauled inside of a car, almost tossed to a corner. Akihito thought he would be left alone, but one of the men grew a brain and tied him up with scratchy ropes, aggravating his silky smooth skin. A blindfold was placed on top of his eyes in case he woke up from his unconscious state.

An male voice questioned in Chinese. "When are we leaving this place?"

Another male voice soon followed, answering the first guy's question. "As soon as we make it to the jet. Boss wants no delays."

"Ugh. I still don't understand why we had to kidnap this brat. What's his importance?"

"We don't question the Boss."

"But, to send us to Japan for a retrieval? Come now, Gege, this is a waste of time."

Underneath the blindfold, Akihito was well aware of his surroundings. Even without his sight, he knew exactly what was going on. These men thought he didn't understand a lick of Chinese and spoke without restraint. Akihito listened well, intaking clues about where he was going and who dared to take him.

After some time, these men transitioned into gossip. Talking about certain men who were caught with their hands on the wrong ass and were soon to be shot down. Their Boss gave explicit permission to the affected parties to do as they wished with them.

A round of laughter broke through the van as the men heckled one another.

Akihito wondered if the humiliation of having touchy underlings pushed this Boss to toss his own men to the sharks. This was something Asami would do after releasing his anger onto the idiot in question. Men in the underground placed value on their pride and would kill someone to regain semblance of his reputation. .

There was no word of who this Boss was.

Growing bored, Akihito rolled away from these men and yawned into his shoulder.

Akihito decided to take a nap.

Akihito woke up to a large bed.

Stretching his arms above his head, Akihito found himself without clothing on. Unamused, he looked around the room and saw his clothes, folded on top of a chair. Waving his hand, the clothing dissipated into thin air. Whoever touched his clothing sullied them so he didn't want to wear them again.

He didn't spell clothes onto himself though. Deciding to remain nude for a majority of his time in Hong Kong, he laid back on the bed.

Taking his time to observe his surroundings, he wasn't impressed at the decor. The room only had a bed, some dressers, and a coffee table a fair distance away. He spotted a large curtain rod, long enough to indicate there was a bay window, and a thick curtain to keep the light out of the room.

During his inspection of the room, the large door opened, presenting a tall and fit Chinese man in a cheongsam. His long black hair was pulled back into a low ponytail. The handsome and chiseled face wasn't what Akihito expected. He expected a more rugged appearance, maybe a scar here or there. Then again, Asami wasn't unappealing, he was almost unnecessarily handsome. Someone who clicked every single one of Akihito's list of preferences.

The stranger did a second look at Akihito's unfazed face, almost expecting him to appear panicked. Akihito felt little to panic about. He found all of this amusing.

"Who are you?" Akihito spoke in perfect Chinese.

His kidnapper appeared stunned. "You understand me? You know Chinese?"

"Oh, I understand you very well. I know multiple languages." Akihito grinned. "You never know who is talking shit about you."

A moment passed before he introduced himself. "Liu Fei Long."

Akihito continued grinning. "Takaba Akihito." Sitting up, Akihito crossed his legs and hid his junk with his hands. "Now, what the hell am I doing here?"

Fei Long wasted no time in explaining himself.

This man was Asami's ex partner and Akihito was shoved in the middle of their little spat. Whether they were lovers or not didn't matter. Fei Long saw him as a means to get back at Asami and hurt him deeply. Had Akihito not been a demon, he would have been taken advantage of. Akihito saw the signs of a man wanting to abuse his victim and ruin him for others.

Glaring at Fei Long, Akihito swiped at his incoming hands. Making sure to extend his nails like claws and slashed at Fei Long's skin.

Fei Long cursed at him, clutching onto his hand to stop the bleeding.

Akihito would have some words with Asami about breaking up cleanly before letting newer lovers deal with his messes.

Releasing his glamors, his markings, horns, and tail appeared. Akihito laid back on the bed, his eyes glowing green and gold, as his claws appeared.

Fei Long rubbed his eyes, backing away in astonishment. He ignored the trickling blood of his hand to pinch his skin.

"Oh dear," Akihito grinned. "You didn't know about me, did you? Do you know of my role under Asami's leadership?" He motioned to his body as Fei Long shook his head, muttering a choked, no. "I am his bodyguard for the time being. Anything you may try to do to him will not be a success. After all, I am contracted to protect him until his death. Asami Ryuichi belongs to me."

Fei Long shivered upon hearing Akihito's bone chilling cackle.

"I'm under loose orders not to kill whoever I want without getting rid of the evidence. I could do that with you, but … you're not worth the effort."

Affronted, Fei Long demanded before his mind caught up with his mouth. "Why not?"

"I haven't heard a lick of you since I have been contracted. Your importance is less than the rats that have infiltrated Asami's lower tanks, thinking that they had a chance at killing him." Akihito inspected his sharp nails. "You're doing well, don't get me wrong. The ruthlessness of your reign is impressive."

Fei Long interrupted him. "Why did you let me kidnap you?"

"I was curious to see what you would do." Akihito waved his claws and clothes appeared on his body. "To abuse a new person of interest because Asami moved on? Please. You have to do better than that." Akihito scoffed. "You could have killed me and dumped me somewhere. Tossed me into the ocean with weights tied to my legs. Oh ! And sex is supposed to be enjoyable, you know? I have no rape fantasy inclinations, no judgement to those who do, but I would prefer that enjoyment with a lover, not someone like you ."

Akihito flicked his finger against Fei Long's forehead, hard enough to knock him out. He was nice enough to do this in front of Fei Long's bed. Had he not been amused by Fei Long's reaction to his almost complete demon form, he would have slammed him against a wall before he teleported.

"Where have you been?!" Asami demanded the moment Akihito appeared in the middle of his apartment. "You disappear for hours on end, and you didn't appear when I called you."

The nagging command of Asami's orders tickled the back of Akihito's mind the whole time he was in Hong Kong. Asami could order his presence whenever he wished. There was no need for him to be in the room for Asami to call him. This tingling sensation in his mind was the indicator Asami needed him. Akihito could easily ignore him if he wished.

"Oh nowhere." Akihito waved off Asami's furious tone, he did ignore him after all. He would follow what Asami wanted him to do after he explained himself. "Just had a chat with Liu Fei Long."

Asami stopped in place. "Fei Long?" He stretched out his hand and grasped Akihito's arm. "When and where ?"

Akihito arched his brow. "Your ex partner saw it in himself to order my kidnapping. I let him take me. I wanted to know what the fuck he wanted with me. Considering I have only made my appearance during a few parties, I knew one of your enemies would make their move. But…I never heard of this Fei Long before."

Asami let Akihito yank back his arm, he breathed hard through his nose. "I…forgot."

"Forgot?"

"Yes. Forgot ."

Akihito snorted. "Well, your ex wanted to ruin me enough for you to dump me apparently. At least, that was my impression. I saw the intention clear in his eyes. Good thing I'm a demon and not a human, huh?"

Asami averted his eyes as if he wanted to avoid an apology. "Yeah…"

Akihito rolled his eyes. "C'mon, let's go to your office."

Asami was led toward his office by Akihito, letting him take the lead as the tension left his shoulders. Akihito held onto his hand, not at all angry about this whole situation. The demon was curious as to why Asami didn't mention this man whatsoever. Someone of such high caliber in the underground was someone to look into. Of course, Akihito looked into every single dangerous man in Japan, he didn't think to search overseas.

A misstep on his part.

Once this whole issue with Fei Long and Asami's order was over, he would look into everyone who mentioned or referenced Asami. Akihito was thorough when it came to research projects. He might even color code them according to country or level of danger.

The moment they entered inside, Akihito pushed Asami into his chair. Afterwards, he climbed into his lap, making sure to wrap his arms around Asami's neck. Before they said anything else, Akihito used his magic to serve Asami two fingers of whiskey and handed it into his hand. Asami took multiple sips of whiskey, visibly calming down before Akihito's eyes.

Asami breathed deeply through his nose before he asked. "What did he do?"

Akihito teased. "Who?"

"What did Fei Long do to you?"

"Nothing much."

"Akihito."

"Fei Long is superstitious as far as I can tell." Akihito commented with an air of calm, unbothered by the whole ordeal. "The moment I revealed my horns and markings, he backed off and didn't make an attempt to touch me again. Funny, he tried to touch me when he had scars of similar abuse of his own."

Asami narrowed his eyes. "You let him touch you."

"Not in the way you think." Akihito explained. "His men hauled my supposed unconscious body to Hong Kong, but I wasn't abused by any of them. Fei Long has a gash on the hand that attempted to touch me."

"Good."

"None of your enemies are desperate enough to risk their lives for the chance of a successful summoning. There's a reason why most rituals are failures." Akihito pointed out. "The closest demon in my rank is contracted to a pair of twins in Russia. You have nothing to worry about."

Asami sipped his whiskey before he offered the glass to Akihito, the demon took a generous sip. Licking his lips to catch any remnants of whiskey. Asami pressed their lips together. Their kiss soon turned heated. Thoughts of previous discussions blanked out of their minds. Akihito snapped his fingers, causing their clothes to disappear.

Akihito was placed on top of Asami's most important papers and then he was fucked senseless.

TBC