"Okay, okay, okay." Kou slurs as he leans over on his elbows, holding a shot glass half-filled with clear liquid. "So I think what needs to change is how you met. And then it will give you a cover to use when you tell Uncle that you're gonna get married." Kou tips back his shot and gulps down the liquor in one go. He gives an exaggerated sigh as his face twists into a mild grimace. He takes a moment, blinking slowly to focus on the table before him. "You need to make it romantic." He firmly states.

There are about half a dozen variously empty beer bottles and two partially empty whiskey bottles crowding the tall circular wooden table. After the truth came out about who exactly Asami is, Takato claimed that the family restaurant was not a good place to discuss The Plan™ and made their way over to a small Western-style bar with stiff drinks, tall bar tables, and a smaller crowd. It is a decent place to drink and talk. There is music playing in the background, loud enough to be heard throughout the establishment but didn't hover over their table obnoxiously loud in their ear where they would have to shout at each other or lean in to yell into someone's ear, potentially losing half the conversation to the noise.

So far The Plan™ is a). getting drunk and b.) half screaming at Akihito for dating a yakuza and not telling them until now and c.) half scheming how exactly Akihito would tell his dad that he is dating said yakuza, without telling his dad that he is dating said yakuza.

"We wanna get mated, not married." Akihito is leaning heavily on his left elbow, his hand cupping his cheek as he sways a little in his seat. He furrows his brow as he side-eyes his friend. "Plus me and 'Sami aren't "romantic". We're uh…" He pauses a moment as he struggles to think of the word. It comes to him and he lets out a small laugh. "Lustful." He leans forward towards Kou as the both of them begin giggling into the table. Takato is sitting across from them but is more focused on his phone than the Plan™ and not really paying attention to them.

"He doesn't...doesn't need to, like, throw roses at you or something." Kou says in between his snickering, his hand moving back and forth as he speaks, "but it should sound nicer than him having his goons beat you in an alleyway 'cause you took some dirty pictures of one of his men."

Akihito grimaces as he gulps down his beer. "First of all, they didn't beat me in an alleyway. It was a hallway." Akihito slurs back, laughing a little as Kou rolls his eyes. "Secondly, they only got two hits." He holds up two fingers to show how many times he was hit in case Kou couldn't count that high. He gives Kou a drunken grin as he puts his index and middle finger together, making a finger gun with his hand, "and then I smoked 'em." Kou chokes a little on his shot as Akihito erupts into loud laughter.

"Akiii~! That's not even funny." He says even as he laughs along with Akihito.

"And Third!" Akihito exclaims loudly, ignoring his friend's shushing when a couple of other patrons look over at their table, "I didn't take "dirty pictures", like them having sex, or whatever. I taught them...no, caught them doing intimate things." Akihito pouts. No, that's not the word. "Increments." Nope, that's not the right word either. Akihito looks at Kou as he tries his best to say the word he knows how to say but his mouth doesn't want to say. "Incrimeded." He tries again with no success.

Kou shakes his head and says without any issue, "Incriminating?"

Akihito snaps his fingers and points at two Kous and exclaims, "Yessshh." With such conviction that the table dissolves into helpless laughter for no reason for a few more minutes.

"But seriously, Aki," Kou says after the giggling quiets down again, "what are you going to tell Uncle? 'Cause, you gotta have something. He's gonna flip."

Akihito sighs and rubs his face with his hands, "My dad will flip, regardless, 'cause I haven't told him a single thing about Asami."

"Akihito!" Kou gasps. "Why~?"

"'Cause mine and Asami's relationship, in the beginning, was, more or less, primal." Akihito says, stumbling over the word 'primal' as he starts to play with the condensation that is left by the beer bottles on the table, drawing random pictures into the wood grain. "You could basically say we were hate fucking for the first couple months we met 'cause he was and honestly at times, he still is, an asshole. An outright bastard. You could trademark that shit." He sits back into the stool, absently thankful that it has a low backrest to rest against. "I didn't know how to explain to dad that I was with someone who at the time, probably cared little about me because all he wanted was sex." Akihito watches his friend's face morph into displeasure as Akihito explains the reality of his and Asami's early days.

"Honestly," He continues. "I didn't think," he pauses as a small hiccup catches in his lung, "I didn't think that he would be around after, like, the one or two times we got together, you know? Like he got his fill and then he would drop me like a bag of rocks as soon as another omega or whoever came strutting into his periful." He stumbles over a word again. "Per-rif-u-ual." That sounds almost right.

"Peripheral?" Kou speaks for him.

"Stop trying to say hard words while you're drunk, Akihito." Takato cuts in over the table and takes a sip of his beer, his focus still on his phone but apparently he's been listening enough to the conversation even as his fingers fly over his keyboard. Akihito blows a raspberry at him.

"Understand me better, 'Kato." He steals the fullest bottle closest to Kou and takes a swig but immediately regrets his choice. He barely swallows the tacky, disgusting liquid down. "Ugh, god, Kou! What is that?"

"A beer you hate," Kou says calmly as he takes the bottle out of his hand. Akihito pouts and gives his friend a curious glance which is hilarious since Akihito is drunk, leaning closer than necessary to Kou as he does a very obvious once over. Kou doesn't seem nearly as drunk as he was a moment ago, which is definitely suspicious, Akihito thinks.

Oh well, not his problem.

"Anyway, 'Sami isn't supposed to still be here. You know, we aren't supposed to be anything more to each other than old enemies with benefits." Akihito says with a pout. "But that's not what happened."

His eyes go soft and he feels his heartbeat a little quicker against his ribs. "Now I get to wake up to him, with his stupid, handsome, sleepy face every day. I get to pick out his tie before he goes to work. He still wants me to call him every night at 9 even when I'm home 'cause he just wants to hear my voice. He told me that." He swallows down the wave of emotion because he doesn't want to cry and he has no idea why he feels like crying. " We have dinner together almost every night and he always lets me pick what we are going to watch 'cause he just never watched much TV before me." He laughs a little before explaining, "He's a workaholic. Like me."

He sits up a little straighter in his seat, "You know, I wanted to be the one that takes him to the police. I wanted so badly to catch him doing something that would tear down his world and land him in jail. To get back at him and his stupid alpha face. But now…" He pauses. "Now I just want to be with him." He rests his head on top of the table in a fit of emotional exhaustion.

The conversation lulls for a moment as Kou takes in what Akihito says and Akihito soaks in his feelings. Kou breaks the ice by saying, "Okay so hear me out," gaining his friend's attention, "enemies to lovers backstory." Akihito barks out a laugh

"No, Kou, this is not a romance drama," Akihito says, shaking his head even as he's smiling.

Kou shrugs, "Why not? It sounds like it would work and Uncle is a bit of a romantic."

Akihito sighs. "That's not the issue."

"Then what's the issue?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.

"My dad is not going to care that Asami is a yakuza." Kou, and even Takato with attention still on his phone, and gives him a look of disbelief. " Okay, he'll care but it won't be the thing he's gonna worry about. Hear me out." Akihito waves his hand. "The issue isn't that I haven't told dad about Asami, or that I have been living with him. Or even that I am dating him. The issue will be that I want to mate with Asami." Akihito stops to collect himself before continuing, his lungs tight as he hears the pulsing of his heart in his ears. "I want it so bad. I want his teeth in my neck. It's all I've been thinking about since the heat." He points to the upper part of his throat, exactly where Asami told him he would want to mark him weeks before. Both Takato and Kou's eyes grow a little wider. Akihito looks back at them, flushed but determined. "He told me that this is where his mark will be when we get mated. I want it so bad, guys. To be claimed by him and to let everyone know." He releases a shaky breath and barely suppresses the shiver that runs down his spine.

His friends remain quiet, the background noise of the bar filling the blank space. "Akihito, that's." Takato swallows. "That's not mating, that's bonding."

Akihito nods. "I know."

"That's almost...irreversible." Kou quietly states.

"I know," Akihito repeats. "I almost let him do it during my instant heat." He stares over Takato's shoulder, nibbling at his bottom lip as his mind slips into hazy sweet memories. "When he said where he wanted to bite me, I almost let him. It's been weeks since then and I still want it." Akihito leans his head back, trying to clear his foggy mind but the alcohol is hitting his brain and part of him knows that he'll be embarrassed about this tomorrow but...fuck tomorrow.

"Since the heat, we've been having sex nearly every day but it's not enough." He hears Takato choke on his beer. "I crave him all the time now. It's ridiculous. It's not like we weren't having enough sex beforehand, you know?" Kou nods sympathetically but he doesn't really know. "We would have sex two to three times a week because Asami has the stamina and cravings of a fifteen-year-old alpha. It's crazy!" He releases a sigh. "Why does he have to have such a great dick?" He asks loudly to his friends but isn't expecting an answer.

Takato looks up from his phone, his face twisting in mild disgust. "I wanna leave the table if you're gonna keep talking about your sugar alpha's dick."

Kou shakes his head. "No, you can't."

"Hey," Akihito says, leaning over the table and looking directly at Takato. "If I have to listen to you waxing poetry over your girlfriend's boobs, you can listen to me write sonnets about Asami's dick." Akihito grabs another bottle and takes a swig as a reward. Takato rolls his eyes. "It's a great dick."

"Yeah, but boobs are universal, Akihito." Takato counters.

"This may be a fact," Akihito pauses to take another gulp, the alcohol barely burns his throat as he swallows. "But Asami's dick is God's gift to me ." Takato snorts and shakes his head, giving up on the conversation as he knew there was no point in trying to win this argument.

Kou gives Akihito a sly grin. "Do you have pictures of this 'godly dick?'"

Akihito turns to him slowly and takes a long, deep gulp from the beer bottle. He narrows his eyes, suspicious of what Kou wants from him when he answers, "...Yes?"

Kou's smile gets a little wider, a bit more devious at the edges. "Can I see them?" He asks as he wiggles his eyebrows.

Akihito knows that there is a siren going off in the back of his head but decides to ignore it as he takes another sip of his beer. Against his better judgment, he says, "...yes." as he grabs his phone. Kou claps his hands together with glee as he watches Akihito open his phone and go to his photo app. Just as Akihito goes to his 'Asami' folder, his eyes absentmindedly see the time in the corner of his phone and he gasps. "Oh no!" he says as he places his phone on his chest and looks at his friends in a drunken panic. Even Takato looks up from his phone with a worried eyebrow.

"What's wrong?" Kou asks, eyeing Akihito's phone like maybe Akihito had a picture of a dead body on his phone and forgot to delete it. Akihito reaches out and places a gentle hand on Kou's forearm. "It's nine o'clock." Akihito stage whispers to his friends.

Kou blinks. "Okay...?" He asks, confused.

"That means I need to call Asami." Akihito firmly says because he can't miss a phone call with Asami. He'll be sad and worried. He doesn't want to make Asami sad and worried because then that makes Akihito sad and worried. Even when he pretends to miss the scheduled phone call 'on accident' causing Asami to call him instead. Which then makes Akihito feel guilty for making Asami angry and worried that something has happened to him. But also horny because usually, Asami likes to 'remind' Akihito when he gets home that he shouldn't be missing the very important 9 o'clock phone calls and it usually involves a stern hand around his throat and hot breath against his ear as he begins Akihito's punishment.

Just thinking about it makes Akihito shiver. He almost doesn't want to call Asami now just to incite a warning session but the need to hear Asami's voice now, the deep rich timber of the alpha's voice caressing his ear, saying his name...he wants that more.

He has his phone pressed up against his ear without a second thought and two rings later he hears the smirk in Asami's voice as he answers, "Akihito." He's glad that none of his friends are videoing him right now while he's on the phone because then they would have the evidence of Akihito's dumb dopey smile as he sings out, "Asami~!"

Sober Akihito would be mortified. Drunk Akihito doesn't give a fuck about Sober Akihito's feelings. He melts a bit onto the table, elbows on the cheap wood as he sinks into his hand as he rests his chin against the meat of his palm, fingers spread against his cheek. "It's nine o'clock." He muses. He doesn't acknowledge Kou gawking at him.

There's amusement in the alpha's deep voice. It makes Akihito's stomach flip. "It is nine o'clock. Are you having a good time?" He asks.

Akihito nods before remembering that Asami can't see him. "Yesh. 'Kato isn't paying much attention to us because he's arguing with someone on his phone and Kou and I have been trying to come up with a plan to tell my dad about you and me because my dad is gonna freak out when he finds out that I want to get mated.." He pulls away from the table and covers his mouth over the receiver with his hand and stage whispers, "And Kou wants to see pictures of your dick."

He cries out as Kou slaps his arm, hissing, "Akihito! Don't tell him that."

Akihito blows a raspberry at him before returning his scattered attention back to Asami. "What are you doing?" Does he miss him? Has he been thinking about Akihito? Has he eaten yet? Was that diet member with the weird mustache giving him an ulcer again? When will he be home tonight? Is Glasses suffocating him in paperwork again? Does he miss him? Akihito misses him. He should be here 'cause he wants to kiss him right now. Has he had anything to drink besides the tea he made him this morning? He's staying away from the bourbon, right? Has he gotten up to stretch or walk around his office? It's not healthy to stay seating for so long. Does he miss him?

"Akihito." Asami cuts through Akihito's spiraling mind. "That's a lot of questions in one breath." He says like he's trying to swallow his laughter. Akihito likes that sound because he's certain that no one else can make Asami sound like that. "But since you asked three times, yes, I miss you."

Akihito blinks and pulls the phone away to look at it to make sure it didn't become sentient. He faces Kou who is looking at him with a worriedly shocked look on his flushed face. Akihito leans in to whisper loudly, "I think Asami can read my mind now."

Kou shakes his head, "No, Akihito, I think it's because you have no filter right now."

Akihito furrows his brows in confusion. "Why would I need a filter?" He asks Kou. Kou releases a big sigh that sounded suspiciously like, "blondes."

"How many drinks have you had, Akihito?" Asami asks, calling Akihito's attention back to him.

"Uh," Akihito hums, looking at their collection of bottles on the table. "You should probably ask Suoh. I'm sure he's been counting."

"Has he," Asami says, flatly. He shows no emotion in his voice because he knows he got caught again. Akihito feels a little smug at the idea that he caught Asami red-handed. He grabs another bottle of alcohol as his award and takes a large swig, barely noticing the burn in his throat.

"Who's Suoh?" Kou asks, sipping his beer.

"He's my bodyguard for the day." Akihito slurs. "Tech-nickel-ly he's my Asami's main guard, but I guess he drew the short stick ~today~." He sings the last word obnoxiously off-key and grins at Kou. "I'm difficult to deal with."

"I can't imagine why," Kou says with a flat tone. "Where's the bodyguard then?"

Akihito hums and points to the other side of the bar, near the back left corner where he sees Suoh trying to hide in the background but having a difficult time since the alpha is 195cm (6'4") and built like an ox merged with a bear. The poor man couldn't hide those shoulders if he tried. Akihito gives him a wave and a large grin. Although the large alpha's face shows nothing, he gives a slow, small wave in return.

"He's not very inconsequence, Asami," Akihito says into his phone, remembering he still has his alpha on the line.

"Inconsequence?" Asami repeats.

Akihito pouts. "Incontinence." No, that's not it. "In-aquarius." Still wrong, causing Akihito to pout more into the receiver of his phone as he listens to Asami snicker.

"Inconspicuous," Kou says matter-of-factly.

Akihito looks over at him in a drunken huff. "Are you even drunk, Kou? How can you say all of these big words?."

"He stopped matching you drink-for-drink about an hour ago," Takato says he finally puts his phone down. "You're the only one who's smashed right now."

"Wow, true friends at this table," Akihito says and goes to stand up and move away from his new enemies only for the building to suddenly go left when he's trying to go up. It's a disaster in the making until Kou grabs onto him by the arm. "Ugh, why did the floor decide to leave?" He asks.

"I don't think it's the floor that's the problem, Aki," Kou says as he stabilizes him. Akihito goes to scoff at him before realizing that he has both of his hands free and no phone. He begins to look frantically over his shoulder and on the table looking for his phone.

"Oh-my-god, I've lost Asami!" He screeches causing Kou to wince at the volume. Takato shushes at him. "Akihito, be quiet! You'll get us kicked out!" He hisses before sending apologizing looks to the other patrons of the bar. Akihito pays no attention to him and looks to his feet to see if his phone had fallen to the floor when the world went around too fast but all he sees is the stone floor and his sneakers. He calls out Asami's name hoping to hear the alpha nearby and that's when Kou shows him his phone.

"Stop panicking, loser." He says as Akihito swipes the phone from his hands. "You dropped it on the table, geez." Akihito puts the phone to his ear while glowering at Kou.

"Stop trying to steal my boyfriend, KOOooou," Akihito complains and begins to move away from the table, ignoring the squawking from his friend. "First you wanted dick pics and now you're stealing my phone. He's my alpha, get your own!" He says over his shoulder as he wobbles away towards the small patio outside, the midsummer night air hitting him gently against his hot face. He can smell a bit of wet dirt as he stumbles his way to the small alley between buildings. He doesn't need to look behind him to know that Souh and his partner are behind him, following protectively but not on top of him. He walks a little way down the alleyway before stopping to rest against the bricks of the bar.

"Now that I caused an embarrassing scene, they should leave me alone for a while so I can talk to you in private," Akihito says, grinning into the earpiece as he listens to Asami laugh.

"Are you really drunk then?" Asami asks. Akihito can hear the devious smile in his voice which causes Akihito to smile in return even though Asami couldn't see him.

Akihito hums. "I shouldn't drive and I couldn't pass a breath analyzer test to safe my life but I think whatever ale Kou is drinking sobered me up some with how foul it was."

"Right, because you always made great choices regarding good alcohol." Asami sasses, clearly remember Akihito's reaction to the expensive scotch he tried and immediately spit out and then complained about it unknowingly to the owner and maker of said expensive liquor. Asami enjoyed telling Akihito later in the car home that the brand was an award-winning scotch. Akihito strongly disagrees with that statement.

"Okay, but just because something is expensive doesn't mean that it is good. We've had this conversation before, Asami. That's just capitalism telling you lies."

"I'm a capitalist, Akihito," Asami comments dryly.

"I know," Akihito sighs. "and it kills me every day." A soft breeze wafts through the alley and Akihito shivers a little wishing he brought his jacket with him. The heat of the alcohol is fading from his skin as he stands in the cool, humid night. "That might be the second-worst thing I'll have to tell my dad. My future mating partner is an ultra-capitalist."

He hears Asami snort before asking, "What's the first worst thing you'll have to tell him?"

Akihito sighs and taps his head against the brick wall. "That I have to break my promise about not getting mated until I'm thirty."

There is a small pause before Asami asks dryly, "Was that in writing?"

"No," Akihito laughs as something small lifts off of his chest, "just a solemnly sworn pinky promise made over ice cream in the park when I was eleven after asking about matehood."

Asami gives a quiet hum and then asks, "Would he be against us? Against you? For wanting to get mated?"

Akihito should be sober to have this conversation but maybe being drunk is the best idea. Somehow it's less embarrassing to talk about his feelings and emotions when his mind is foggy and his body feels light and warm against the cool night. "Honestly...I don't know." He lets loose a heavy sigh through his lips. "I know that he'll be worried, getting mated so young would be following in his footsteps, something he's been adamant that I don't do." Akihito feels a slight sting in his eyes and blames it on the chill that is seeping into his bones.

"Being abandoned after a mating bond isn't easy, my dad told me. A mating bond is nearly irreversible and painful to get over. My dad was lucky." He whispers softly. "A decision like this is one that shouldn't be made lightly. And you should definitely make that decision with a clear head. Not when you're full of pheromones." Akihito falls silent waiting to see if Asami will comment or make claims and reassurances that he wouldn't do what his alpha parent did to his dad, that their path will be different. That their bond would be different. However, Asami says nothing, waiting for Akihito to continue, letting him fill the conversation with his thoughts.

"I made my decision, Akihito," Asami says finally. "I made my decision before your heat. I was counting down the days until your next one, waiting for the shift to happen again, because the second time I would be ready. I wouldn't question the signs like I did last time

A moment goes by, listening to the other breathe softly over the phone before Akihito breaks the silence. "It feels right." He shuffles against the wall, sliding down to the ground and circling his arms around his legs, leaning his head on top of his knees as if to protect himself from what he is about to say. "It feels right. With you. It always has. Of course, I hated it because why did it have to be you? You're a jerk, a typical alpha, and worse, you are involved in the underworld. Nothing about you should be right. We're supposed to be on the opposite sides of this world. Enemies forever. I was supposed to take you down because I was willing to stand up against you and not back down." He stops and sits up, and wipes away the mist forming on his cheeks.

His voice shakes as he continues. "But you felt right and it scared me. So I fought back, it just amused you. I pushed you away but you kept coming back. Then I ran away but you were always there and I couldn't escape. Worse, actually, I didn't want to. And when I was taken to Hong Kong, you didn't leave me behind even though so many people said you would, that you should." He goes quiet as he remembers Fei Long telling him to forget Asami as he likely has forgotten him and then seeing Asami for the first time on the yacht. The moment their eyes met again felt like forever and home before being shattered by a gunshot.

"I would have burned it down. I was going to burn it all down." Asami states, his voice gruff against Akihito's ear, the words choking Akihito out of his memory. "You only have to ask Akihito and I will take a torch and set this city ablaze for you. Any city, anytime." Akihito closes his eyes, ignoring the shiver that runs down his spine as something primal purrs in the back of his head.

"You feel right, Asami." He says, ignoring how his voice is cracking. "You feel right in the dark. You feel right in the sun. In the grocery store, in the apartment, we live in now, in your car. At the park. On the the middle of a crowd. You have always felt right." He takes a shaky inhale. "But please don't burn down cities for me, that's not what I want from you."

"What do you want?" The alpha whispers.

"When you mate me...when you bond me," Akihito says, "you better know that you're stuck with me, forever."

"Right," Asami says like it's the most obvious thing for him to agree to.

"You're mine. No one else's."

"Correct." Asami agrees.

"You can't return me." Akihito jokes half-heartedly.

"I never wanted to." Akihito feels his heart skip.

"Once, I get your teeth, those are my teeth." Akihito states. "You can't give them to no one else."

"It's only you," Asami says like it's the easiest thing to say. Like he recites this in the mirror every morning. "It's never been anyone else. Everyone else...well, they don't compare to you. They never have. I've never thought about it, a life with someone. Never even imagined it or desired it until you."

Akihito pulls the phone away from his ear in order for Asami not to hear his heart beating too fast or the stuttering of his breath in his lungs or feel the heat from his flushed skin through the phone. He's so embarrassed right now and the worst part is, even though he's trying to keep it a secret from Asami, he probably knows. The bastard has a sixth sense about this kind of thing. It almost makes Akihito want to hang up and never show his face to the public again. He looks over to the entrance of the alleyway, seeing Suoh and his partner standing impassively and intimating all at once, several feet away from him, doing their best to shield Akihito from any wayward eyes. They probably couldn't hear Akihito's conversation but that doesn't stop him from hiding his face from them when Suoh tries to make eye contact. Even in the dark, Akihito thinks his face would be glowing red.

"Ugh, Asami." Akihito groans as he places the phone back to his ear. "I need another drink after hearing all of that."

Asami clicks his tongue. "You should drink some water so that way Suoh doesn't have to carry you into the penthouse over his shoulder like a bag of rice."

"Well, darn. I know that would be his favorite thing to do tonight." Akihito says dryly as he stretches out his legs. "How do I break it to him? You basically ruined his night." Akihito can hear Asami rolling his eyes through the phone. He bites his bottom lip to keep from laughing.

"Brat," Asami says but it sounds too fond to be an insult and Akihito smiles to himself.

"How long are you going to be at the office?" He asks, knowing that their conversation is coming to an end.

Asami sighs. "About another hour and then I will be making rounds tonight." Meaning he has his less than legal appointments to attend to before he calls it night. "If all is in order, I should be home before 1:00 am." Akihito can hear the wariness in Asami's tone as he recites his schedule.

"1:00 am?" Akihito repeats. It's a little past 9:30 now and it makes Akihito disappointed to know he may not see the alpha until the morning.

"Is that a problem?" Asami asks, curiously. Akihito normally doesn't comment on his late nights as they both are night owls.

"Maybe, yeah," Akihito mumbles. "I wanted to see you."

"Really?" The alpha's interest is apparent in his tone. "How come?"

Apparently, the theme of the night is Akihito blushing until he self combusts as he admits. "Well, I...miss you."

Asami releases a pleased hum. "How much do you miss me?"

It was clear what Asami is alluding to and Akihito feels his heart jump a little in his chest and hisses into the phone. "Asami, I'm in an alleyway right now. In public."

"I'm just asking how much you miss me, Akihito. That's all." Asami says, coolly.

That was not all and Akihito knew better.

He knows better. He knows exactly what Asami is hinting at.

Even though Akihito has sobered up (some) during their conversation and has fresh city air in his lungs, he is still Drunk Akihito, and Drunk Akihito quickly becomes Horny™ Akihito at any given moment. Especially, when that moment is his alpha not so innocently asking how much he "missed" him when he knows the answer to his question is a lot.

Akihito turns his back towards the bodyguards at the entrance to the alley as he hugs his legs to his chest, leaning heavily against the brick wall with a soft whiny sigh into the mouthpiece of his phone.

"Oh, kitten, has it even been that long?" Asami asks, teasing Akihito, his voice is deep in his ear and Akihito can't stop the small whine from escaping from the back of his throat.

The answer to that question is no. No, it hasn't been that long at all. These days Akihito's hands barely leave Asami's body when he's in reach. They've been surrounding each other every day since Akihito's heat. Before the heat, they had what Akihito thinks is a normal amount of sex during the week. Maybe a little higher than average couples but nothing too concerning. He's young and Asami is terminally Horny™. Akihito should be satisfied. Correction, he is satisfied. But since his heat, Asami only needs to be breathing and in the same room for Akihito to want. There is no control between them and Asami enjoys letting Akihito indulge in bad habits.

"Asami," Akihito warns softly but it's too breathless to be taken seriously.

The alpha hums thoughtfully. "I guess I haven't fucked you properly for two nights now. It's been enough to have you come from my hands and mouth but not anymore huh? Perhaps that's why you miss me so much." He's a devil and Akihito wants him so much.

Akihito releases a shaky breath as he digs his fingers into his thigh, the sensation dulled by his jeans and drags them up to his groin where his dick begins to stir in interest at the direction this conversation is going. "I don't know what you've done to me, Asami, but it's never enough these days." He confesses as he cups himself.

"Take your hand away from your cock." Asami sharply commands. Akihito whines in protest but removes his hand away as he was told. "You can touch yourself anywhere else, but you aren't allowed to touch your dick until I get my hands on you tonight." Akihito tries to plead with him but Asami shushes him. "Be good for me, Akihito. You want to be good for me, hmm?"

Akihito's eyes flutter shut as his body flushes over the words 'be good for me, Akihito'. He nods his head and whispers, "Yes."

"Good boy," Asami says. "Let me tell you what I want to do to you tonight." Akihito is nodding his head and manages another "yes" to Asami and the alpha continues. "I want you to wait for me in bed, don't undress as I want the honor to unwrap you tonight. I don't want any of your normal resistance, though I know it will be hard for you to keep your mouth shut. I will have no problems abusing it later."

Asami's voice deepens as he continues. "I want to bathe with you tonight, to make sure you're appropriately clean for me to ruin later. Depending on how sweet you are, I'll let you come after I deem you clean enough and fuck you against the tile." Akihito's mouth is open as Asami beautifully paints his future with his dirty words. "If you want to do this the hard way, I'll fuck your mouth with your hands behind your back until you come with nothing more than the sensation of me on your tongue." He says all of these like he's reading a budget report. "I'm not even going to care how much you cry or how badly you choke, it will only make it that much sweeter for me." Akihito blinks hard.

Asami doesn't pause. "From there, I'll take you to bed. If you were good and I fucked you in the shower, I'll even be nice and clean up my mess that I left by eating you out until you cry before I fuck you again until I knot you, locking us in place until you fall asleep. I'll even let you milk me as an award." Akihito's heart is pounding in his chest, his dick is hard against the seam of his zipper, and he so desperately wants to reach for it, to squeeze around it through the fabric of the denim. He dully scratches at the fabric, resisting the urge to shove his hand between his thighs as Asami keeps going.

"If you decide to be a brat instead, and you better not be touching yourself right now." Asami cuts through Akihito's senses and he can't stop the whine that escapes from his throat. "Good boy. Now, where was I?" Asami asks, not expecting a response as he continues, "Ah yes, if you are not being a brat, I will tie you up and have you ride me, arms pinned to your side so you don't touch yourself because you're not allowed to come until I say so. Until I'm ready to knot you." Akihito can hear the smirk through the phone. "And you know perfectly well, that I can hold off for as long as I need to." The alpha chuckles sadistically. "You, on the other hand, not so much and every time you try to come, I'll deny you. I'll ruin it until you're screaming for it, begging me so nicely for it. You'll come when I let you.

Akihito is not breathing.

"So really, it depends on whether you decide to choose, as you like to say, 'violence' tonight."

Akihito groans at the joke, the spell he was under, now broken by Asami's lame attempt to be cool. "Asami, I have to go back into the bar." He complains as he stares at the hard-on in his jeans. He looks over his shoulders to check if anyone is watching him, but Suoh is the best Human Wall in downtown Tokyo and is blocking any wandering eyes' view.

Asami laughs gently though is unsympathetic by Akihito's dilemma. "You wanted me to tell you what I have planned for you tonight. So I won't be held responsible for your reaction."

"Yeah, well. If someone would allow me to take care of it…" Akihito mutters

"You wouldn't want to come in the middle of an alleyway by yourself anyway."

He's right, but that doesn't mean Akihito is going to thank you. The omega sighs, sagging against the brick wall. "Can I go home now?" He asks impatiently.

"Sure, but I won't be home for a couple of hours, honey." Asami gently reminds him, causing Akihito to pout at the realization that Asami still has to work but then blushes as his mind replays the endearment that slipped from Asami's tongue. "So you might as well finish hanging out with your friends. I'll see you soon."

Akihito is not walking into the bar like he just almost jerked off in the alley. He stumbles because he is still very tipsy and not because he is dizzy with want as the blood from his dick starts to circle back through the rest of his body, leaving himself half hard in his jeans. He adjusts himself as subtly as possible and Suoh doesn't even acknowledge what he knows happened in the alleyway because he's a good employee and never judges (aloud) Akihito's decisions when it comes to Asami and his libido. His guards go back to their vantage point as Akihito wobbles back to his friends' table, ignoring Asami's dirty promises floating in his head as best as he can.

The mood has definitely changed since he last left his friends. Kou has dropped his drunk act and is clearly trying to console with awkward pats to Takato's shoulder. The alpha in question has his hands in his hair and looks like the world is about to end with his thousand-yard stare. Akihito approaches as gingerly as he can but he is half-drunk still and not just on alcohol. Kou looks over his shoulder as he sits down, giving Akihito a judgmental and knowing once over with a raised eyebrow that silently said, 'Really?'

Because Akihito is a Drunk Adult and is very mature, he sticks his tongue out in response.

"Nice of you to rejoin us," Kou says flatly. Akihito doesn't comment and instead nods his head towards Takato.

"Who died?"

Kou sighs. "No one but it appears that Takato got his girlfriend pregnant."

Akihito gasps. "And you were worried about me !"

Kou rolls his eyes. "I still am. But I'll worry about you later." He leans forward on his elbows as he watches Takato begin to rub his hands over his face and hair in distress. "When did it happen?"

"I think she had her heat about two months ago." Takato sighs. "But we didn't realize that's what it was because she doesn't get heats often." He gestures absentmindedly with his hands. "We just thought it was…"

"A really good fucking weekend?" Akihito says for him. Kou looks at him like a disappointed parent which he ignores because Kou's disappointed parent is nothing compared to his own dad's.

Takato ignores his comment and continues. "So anyway she's been feeling sickly lately and when you guys were talking about your heats and then when Kou was going on about…" He stops again to think.

"Sexual health and reproduction." Kou supplies for him.

"That," Takato says. "I...found some similarities in what you had experienced, Akihito, and what Kou had mentioned. So I told her that she should consider taking a pregnancy test." He exhales a large sigh, sinking into the table and chair. "She took three of them...and every single one for them is...positive." A slightly tense atmosphere hangs over the table as the group soaks in the information.

"How did you not realize she was going through a heat though?" Kou questions.

"She's a beta, right?" Akihito asks. Takato nods his head. "Ah, so that's why. Betas are way more subtle than omegas. Hey, what do they call their "heats" these days?" He asks Kou.

"Peaks," Kou replies.

"Aw, isn't that cute?" Akihito mutters as he shifts in his seat. Kou covers his snort with a not-so-obvious cough. He looks like he wants to say some things but Akihito gives him the eye and a shake of the head and Kou keeps his mouth shut. Thankfully, Takato doesn't seem to notice, probably too absorbed in his pending future of fatherhood. Akihito sympathizes. "Well, do you know what you want to do?"

Takato shakes his head, looking lost.

"There are options." He tells him.

"Like what?"

"Well if you don't want it, you can always yeet it."

"Ah-ki-hito," Kou says loudly, enunciating every syllable in his name with tired disappointment. Akihito gives him the universal defensive shrug of "what did I do/say?" as his friend glares at him. However, Takato starts laughing so Akihito thinks it's a win.

"I don't think that's what she wants to do," Takato says as he leans his head in hand, looking at his friends.

"Which is fine. She's completely in her rights to do so." Kou says, side-eyeing Akihito in case he decides to make a comment.

Akihito shrugs. "What do you want to do, Takato?" He asks, curious about how his usually stable friend wants to take the next unfamiliar step in his life.

Takato sighs and slowly reaches for his pocket, pulling out a small black box and places it gingerly on the table. He looks over to his childhood friends, with shiny worry in his eyes and he bites his bottom lip, waiting for their reaction. It doesn't take long as both omegas release a loud gasp that vibrates across the bar, dimming the surrounding conversations as the other patrons look to see what caused the sound.

"Ta-ka-to! " Both of the omegas cry out, shock evident on their faces as they look back and forth between the box and their friend.

Takato groans. "But now it's ruined! Now, it's going to look like I'm covering myself." He sits back in his chair with a huff. "I've been planning this for months. Her birthday is three weeks away and I was going to plan a nice dinner and everything. But now, it's gonna be seen as an obligation. " Takato sneers at the last word. "Like, 'oh hey baby, since you're pregnant and all, let's do a shotgun wedding' It's insulting!"

Kou winces and reaches out to tap Takato on the arm. "It's not that bad, dude. You can totally swing this to being the actual romantic gesture that you were planning on doing."

"Why didn't you tell us about this, Takato?" Akihito asks, nearly shouting across the small table. "We could have totally helped plan this with you!"

"Why didn't you tell us about your sugar alpha, Akihito?" Takato teases, hoping for Akihito to take the bait. He does.

"Asami. Is. Not. My. Sugar. Alpha." Akihito says, slamming his fist down in time with every word. Takato laughs and then sits up straight. Behind him, Akihito can feel a large presence and as he turns around, he sees Suoh looming over their table, a large pitcher of water in his hand.

He sets the pitcher down and directs his response to Akihito. "Boss said he wanted you and your friends to drink this before leaving tonight." He begins to clear off empty bottles as the young men watch. "Also, the owner is getting...antsy with all the noise this table is making." He eyes Akihito, watching him buff up in defense.

"The owner can kiss my foot." He sasses. Kou smacks his arm as he hisses out Akihito's name under his breath. "If he really has a problem with it, he can talk to Asami." Suoh nods and says nothing further before walking away.

Takato's eyes widened. "Does he own the bar too?" He asks.

Akihito pours a glass of water for him and his friends. "No, but he could."

"Wow," Kou says in disbelief as Akihito hands him his glass. "Look at you, being a yakuza wife."

Akihito glares at him. "I hope you choke on that water." He moves his attention to his true best friend. "Let's talk about you, Takato, and how you're going to propose to your long-term, now pregnant girlfriend."

They drank the pitcher of water and then ordered another two rounds of liquor, and planned a proposal, drank some celebratory shots, manly cried about Takato getting married and having a baby, laughed at Kou's perpetual single-ness, had another pitcher of water before finally being gently herded into the sleek luxury SUV, laughing while they stumbled over each other.

Both of his friends are very impressed with the vehicle, with its nice leather seats, lights, mini-fridge stuffed with snacks and drinks, and a partition between the driver and the passengers, they tell Akihito that they should travel in style more often. "I mean, we even have handsome chauffeurs!" Kou cries and laughs as Akihito pinches his ribs.

"They cost extra." He sasses though Kou doesn't hear him over his own laughter.

They drop off Takato first as he had drunkenly called his girlfriend at the bar and totally did not cry on the phone to her as he very soberly told her that he was surprised but happy about the news of their pending parenthood. He nearly proposes to her over the phone before Kou swipes the phone out of his hands and distracts her by telling her that he's thrilled to be an uncle. After they hung up the phone, Takato was insistent to go to his girlfriend's instead of his own which worked out as she lives close to the bar.

This factoid makes Takato excited. "We'll need to go looking for new apartments!" He shouts in Akihito's ear. "We'll need more room for us and the baby." Kou is quick to remind Takato that he has a cousin who is a real estate agent and can give him a discount.

Not long afterward, they arrive at Takato's girlfriend's apartment. It's a little past 11:30 now and thankfully, his girlfriend is waiting for him outside of the building. Akihito is pretty sure Takato starts weeping upon seeing her. Suoh is quick with getting Takato out of the vehicle and into his poor girlfriend's arms. She looks tired and exasperated with dealing with a drunk but loving boyfriend. Suoh is kind enough to offer a firm hand in dragging Takato up the stairs to the apartment.

"Is he single?" Kou asks Akihito as Suoh gets back into the SUV and they start their journey to Kou's place. Akihito eyes his friend with mild, drunken judgment as he sips one of the mini bottle waters from the mini-fridge.

"You couldn't take him." He says much to Kou's aghast expression. Akihito rolls his eyes. "When was the last time you took a dick up your ass, Kou?" He asks expecting Kou to sputter in silence. Kou huffs and steals Akihito's water out of his hand, mid-sip.

"Junior year, after finals week." He says with a smirk as he takes the last bit of water. Akihito gasps and is flabbergasted for three whole seconds before he shoves Kou off the leather seat.

"What?!" He screeches as Kou laughs, "you never told me!"

"And now, that's all you'll ever know." Kou proudly states before Akihito puts him in a headlock. Soon, they arrive at traitor Kou's apartment with Akihito threatening him as he leaves the car, that he will find out every little detail about Kou's 'sordid past' and expose him for all of his worth. Kou doesn't even bother to look back as he flips him off. Akihito does get the last laugh though when Kou stumbles over the sidewalk and his own drunken feet and nearly faceplants into the nearby bushes.

As Suoh and his partner begin the drive back to the penthouse, Akihito takes another water out of the fridge and seats himself up near the partition, relishing in the quiet atmosphere around him. "Yo, Suoh." He calls, the large man turning his head in acknowledgment. "Have you heard from Asami?" Suoh shakes his head and Akihito tries not to pout.

"It's past midnight, so the boss should be finishing up his rounds," Suoh says before turning his attention back to the road. Akihito hums to himself before moving to the back of the car. He hears the soft mechanical noise of the partition window closing giving him privacy. He slouches down in the seat with a huff before pulling out his phone.

R u donnnneeeeee?😈😈🍆q

Asamiiii

ASAASMMIISSS

Im almossst homemme

uYo made promisssess

Yuui beter kkep themm😈 🍆💦q

🚬👹Asami Ryuichi💕🔥

Not if you're texting like this.

Whts' wrong wth my texsttng?w

🚬👹Asami Ryuichi💕🔥

...Everything.

Issss this beteerr?z

He makes quick work of pulling his jeans down enough to show the tops of his briefs, a subtle glance of soft black material against his pale skin. He's satisfied with the picture and sends it off to Asami with a growing devilish grin. It doesn't take long for Asami to respond:

🚬👹Asami Ryuichi💕🔥

Akihito
If you're going to send me photos like this,
I will not be held responsible for my actions tonight.

Akihito licks his bottom lip and begins to grind his ass into the leather seat, his dick beginning to stir at the friction. He feels a little damp between his cheeks, the soft scent of his arousal reaching his nose and he takes a deep breath of it in, allowing himself to soak in it. It is headier than the liquor he drank tonight. He snaps another picture; this time, he pulls down his jeans to his thighs, giving a clear view of his growing erection, the soft lighting for the car's interior gives him a near romantic view. It's not bad for a quick dick pick and sends it off to Asami with the comment: "Brring it. 😈"


Helllooo! This has been cross-posted to AO3 under the same pen name. The main title for this fic is In The Heat, Is Where We'll Go. Please enjoy! And let me know what you think! I love reviews 3