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The Pervert at the Park

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It was almost midnight when Akihito arrived at the park. His instructions had been to dress "stylishly young". This particular park was notorious for having perverts who cruised around looking to hook up with young men.

Stylishly young... what the hell did he mean by that?!

Akihito still had a problem with people mistaking him for being younger than he was. A pair of tight, artfully distressed jeans accessorized with small chains... an open unbuttoned collared shirt with a thin tank top underneath... he could actually pass as a 17 year-old when he dressed like this. He was supposed to hang around the park for one full hour. At some point during that time Asami, playing a pervert, would find him and molest him right at the park.

The other rule he was given was that neither of them could acknowledge each others actual identities. Akihito was nervous, but he was reassured by the knowledge that it was going to be Asami, and not some unknown stranger.

. . . . .

When he first pulled the slip, Akihito thought that he was really going to have to let some unknown person grope him. He threw the slip down and shook his head angrily. "See? This is EXACTLY what I was afraid of when you first suggested this bucket game. I'm not letting some pervert touch me. There's NO WAY I'm doing this!"

Asami gave Akihito a long look before picking up the slip and holding it up. "Do you really believe I'd let anyone else lay their hands on you? In this situation, I'd be the pervert..."

"You can say that again," Akihito smirked as he picked the paper back up.

. . . . .

It seemed like a long time had already passed. Akihito checked his watch and saw it was only 12:07.

It's only been seven minutes?!

Akihito walked slowly around the dimly lit park, staying strictly to the sidewalk. So far, he had seen two other men. One glance was all it took to determine that neither was Asami. The men he passed never took their eyes off him as he walked by. With his heart pounding, Akihito sped up his pace.

I don't like this... it's creepy!

Akihito completed two full laps around the park and then stopped to check his watch again. It was now 12:19. When he looked back up, there was someone standing right in front of him. He jumped and yelped but relaxed when he saw the man was wearing a police uniform.

"You seem a little anxious. Are you lost or something?"

Akihito was irritated by being stopped and questioned by the cop. "No, I just felt like getting out and taking a walk. There's nothing wrong with that, is there?"

The cop gave him a suspicious look. "This is a bad place for someone like you to be at this hour of night. Maybe you're looking for trouble..."

"No! I uhh... I got into a fight with a friend. I just needed to get away and cool my head for a while."

"I see... are you looking for a new friend then? Are you curious what it would be like with a cop?" The policeman stepped closer and then Akihito felt a hand on his ass.

"HEY!" Akihito yelled as he slapped the man's hand away. Akihito glanced down and got a better look at the man's uniform.

What the hell?! He's a fake!

The man grabbed him roughly and then began squeezing his ass. "You look lonely. Would you like me to keep you company for a while?"

Akihito glared at the man.

Akihito quickly brought his arm up and jammed his elbow into the man's face. The man immediately let go of him and brought his hands up to his nose. Akihito then hooked his foot behind the man's knee while pushing him roughly at the same time, causing the man to fall to the ground.

"You little prick...!" the man said, as blood streamed out from under the hands that were covering his nose.

"Asshole..." Akihito said as he stepped over the man on the ground and continued on his walk.

He checked his watch again.

12:23. Ugh.

Akihito continued doing laps around the park. He began feeling an uncomfortable twinge in his lower abdomen. His bladder had been giving him subtle signals from the moment he first arrived at the park. At first, he thought this was due to his nervousness, but now the twinges were becoming urgent. Akihito turned to walk toward the park's restrooms.

As he stepped inside, his eyes were assaulted by the brightness of the place after being accustomed to the darkness of the park. Blinking his eyes, he rounded a corner and saw three people. All of them had their pants down. One was standing behind a bent-over figure and was thrusting into him. At the same time the bent-over figure appeared to be giving another man a blow job. The man receiving the blow job looked up at Akihito and grinned at him lewdly. Takaba backed away in horror and quickly ran out of the restroom.

I can't believe they're actually doing something like THAT... right here! This place is dangerous!

Akihito realized when he ran out, he had left the sidewalk and was now in a secluded wooded area. He caught his breath and checked his watch again.

12:40... where is that jerk?! I bet he's going to make me endure the full hour before he shows up. Twenty more minutes and I'm out of here. No... 19! Maybe my watch is running slow... so no more than 15 more minutes for sure!

Akihito's bladder reminded him again that he had to go. He was well hidden in the woods, so after checking to make sure he was safe he unzipped his pants and faced one of the trees. He willed his body to relax and sighed as he let loose a forceful stream.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a shadow. Akihito felt a surge of fear and then a sharp burn from his groin as his stream immediately cut off. He whipped his head around. Next to one of the trees he saw a tall man. He was wearing a dark jacket and his face was hidden by a hood, but he was Asami's height and build.

It's about damn time!

He relaxed again and his stream started back up. "Enjoying yourself... weirdo?" Akihito figured since Asami was supposed to be playing a total stranger, he could verbally abuse him to his heart's content. "Want a closer look, you sick pervert?" The man silently approached until he was standing right beside him, keeping his head bowed so that the shadow of the hood concealed his face. Akihito finished relieving himself but wasn't sure what to do next.

Should I leave it out... or what?

He didn't have to wonder for very long as the man reached out and grasped him with a hand that was sheathed in a black leather glove. The hand began stroking him.

Wow, straight to business! Not even a little foreplay.

Akihito still was unsure of what was expected of him, so he stood still and let the gloved hand do its thing. The sensation felt weird and honestly didn't feel erotic at all. He almost told Asami to take the glove off, but then he remembered he was supposed to be playing the role of a victim being molested, so he kept quiet.

And this is not supposed to be Asami... but a total stranger.

Even though there was nothing stimulating about the dry leather glove, there was something about the situation that was beginning to arouse him.

Maybe it's because we're out in the open air, in the dark in this public park. Or maybe it's because I'm being fondled by someone whose face is hidden.

Akihito felt the blood rush between his legs as he started to grow hard. Asami... no, the stranger... felt the obvious change and readjusted his grip on Akihito's now growing erection. Now the stroking felt a lot better. Akihito let out a heavy sigh; partially to encourage his mystery molester, but also because it was beginning to feel kind of good.

The dark figure didn't take it any further though. By now, Asami should have had his hand under his shirt, enthusiastically assaulting Akihito's sensitive nipples, but instead he stood very still beside him with just the one hand on his cock. Akihito's own hand drifted to the bottom of his shirt and he slowly pushed it up, exposing his chest to the night air.

Still nothing.

Akihito turned his body so his back was to his assailant, and then took a step back so his ass was up against the hooded man's crotch. The hand quickly let go of him and then shoved him forward again so there was no contact.

?!

The hand slipped between his legs and began its stroking motion once again.

What the hell? Is he trying to drive me crazy with this halfhearted stimulation? Maybe he wants me to act slutty and beg for it? What exactly do you expect from me, Asami?!

Suddenly the answer came clearly to Akihito. This is really his own fantasy, isn't it? Maybe he's playing the role of a timid man who is secretly seeking to satisfy himself with another man for the first time?

Oh my god. That is so... hot...

Akihito slipped his hands under the waistband of his pants and underwear and slowly slid them down past his hips so his ass was exposed. He reached around grabbing the reluctant man's other hand and tried to pull it around to his chest. The man jerked his hand out of Akihito's grasp and the other hand that was stroking him froze.

"Don't be afraid... touch me in other places too..." Akihito whispered. The stroking hand began its movements once again, and the other hand came to rest lightly on the side of Akihito's hip. It felt like it was trembling slightly.

Wow... he's really playing this role well!

Akihito grabbed the hand that was on his hip and moved it directly to his ass. The hand did not begin caressing him but stayed completely still. With a frustrated growl, Akihito again grabbed the hand and pulled it around his waist. Then he backed up his ass to the dark figure once again and was rewarded by the sensation of a hard bulge pressing up against him. Akihito began to grind wildly against it. He felt the hooded man grip him tighter around the waist before pulling him closer.

Pretending to allow a timid stranger to molest me, this shouldn't be turning me on... but it is!

Akihito moaned wantonly, but then bit his lip when he heard the sound come from his own lips. He couldn't help himself anymore. He was past his limit. "Take the glove off... I need to feel your hand directly." He looked down and watched as the man pulled one of his gloves off and stuffed it into his jacket pocket. A smooth, warm hand grasped him again. Akihito reached down and placed his own hand over it.

Up until that moment, there had been a nagging feeling of doubt in the back of Akihito's mind, but tracing his hand over the one stroking him reassured him that those long fingers belonged to Asami. He bucked wildly against the bulge he felt in back of him and moaned again.

"More... please! I need something more...!"

The hands around him and the warmth that had been against his back withdrew. Akihito heard the soft clink of a belt being undone and the sound of a zipper being pulled down... and then another unexpected sound, like something being removed from a wrapper. Out of the corner of his eye, Akihito saw something flutter to the ground.

Is that...?

Before Akihito could finish the thought, he felt the hand that was still gloved grab onto his shoulder, followed by the fierce burn of something thick being rammed inside of him. He winced.

Ugh... too sudden!

As he was aggressively taken, the hand returned to his front and began stroking him rapidly. Akihito's arousal ramped up quickly, and to his surprise he came almost immediately.

He felt himself being thrust into a few more times and then the hand gripping onto his shoulder squeezed it rather painfully. A second later, the hooded figure withdrew, and the hands and the warmth of the body that had been against his back disappeared.

Akihito was still breathing hard. He turned around but the dark figure was nowhere to be seen. A feeling of doubt began to creep up on him again, but he tried to ignore it.

He pulled up his pants and fastened them. As he did this, he spotted the object that had been dropped earlier. He bent down to pick it up and then examined it.

A condom wrapper... I thought so. He's trying to screw with my mind. To think that he even came up with this kind of detail... what a wicked imagination he has!

Akihito heard the incoming call tones of his phone. He pulled it out of his pocket and saw the caller was Asami Ryuichi. He also noted that it was now exactly 1:00.

He answered it. "I'm done with this weirdness," he said into the phone. "I want to leave now."

"Go to the park entrance," he heard Asami's voice telling him. "Kirishima should be there waiting for you."

"What about you? Where are you right now?"

"I'm still at my office."

"Don't EVEN try messing with me! I know you better than that!"

"Do you?"

That response threw Akihito off a bit. "Yes, I do! And I know your body... and especially the feel of your hand! You totally gave yourself away when you took off your glove!"

There was a slight pause over the phone. "The man who touched you... removed his gloves?"

Akihito's heart skipped a beat. "You...!" he growled into the phone. "You get off on being cruel, don't you? I know it was YOU...!"

There was no response. "Asami...?" Akihito heard a beep indicating that the call had been ended.

"I'm not falling for this," Akihito grumbled. He stomped off toward the entrance of the park.

The limo was there, along with the silhouette of a man standing beside it. As Akihito walked up, he saw the silhouette was wearing a dark jacket with a hood that was concealing the face. Takaba stopped in front of the hooded man and growled. "Enough! Show me your face, Asami!"

A gloved hand reached up and pushed the hood back, revealing Asami's familiar smirk.

Akihito felt his knees go weak with relief, followed quickly by yet another strong emotion.

. . . . .

Asami reached up and rubbed the slight swelling at the corner of his lip, letting out a soft chuckle as he did so.

Akihito sat in the front seat of the limo next to Asami, with his arms crossed. He had seen this movement out of the corner of his eye, but he refused to look directly at Asami. He was also fighting the urge to feel guilty for striking him.

"That was a horrible thing you did! In fact... I don't think I want to continue with this bucket thing anymore."

"You'll get over it. And you WILL pull the next slip out of the bucket."

Oh, that's right. I forgot... it's my turn next. I'll have a chance to get even for this!

Akihito glanced at Asami. There was something very strange about seeing him in the driver's seat of the limo. "I'll apologize for hitting you, if you apologize for pulling that stunt on me."

"Why would I? Seeing the look of anguish on your face when you thought it hadn't been me was worth the price of this little love tap."

Akihito growled and looked forward. His expression turned uneasy.

Asami glanced briefly at Akihito. "It's over now. Don't let it trouble you anymore."

"Actually, I'm troubled that you asked me to 'dress young'," Akihito said frowning.

"It's not what you think. I knew you'd feel uneasy walking around the park dressed like that. I wanted to add to your feeling of being preyed upon."

"Ugh... you sadistic bastard! Well, I guess I should be glad it was for that reason and not because you like... young..."

"I did consider having you wear a gakuran but that would have called too much attention to you."

Akihito shuddered. "It's a good thing I didn't! I did run into a little bit of trouble."

A flash of cold fury came over Asami's face, "I know." His expression changed to a smirk. "I actually wouldn't mind seeing what you look like in a school uniform..."

Akihito looked at Asami flabbergasted. "AAAGH! Pervert!"

"You call me that so easily, and yet you put on quite a show for me at the park... even though I know there were times you were uncertain if it was really me."

Akihito turned away from Asami. "I... I'd be lying if I said that part of it didn't disturb me... because that was when I was turned on the most..."

Akihito was thrown forward as Asami suddenly slammed on the brakes and then pulled the limo to the side of the road.

After the car came to a stop, Akihito looked at Asami anxiously. He was staring expressionlessly ahead, but his hands were tightly gripping the steering wheel.

He must be really angry.

Akihito went immediately on the defensive. "You have no right to be angry at me for that! You're the one who put me in that situation!"

"I'm not angry," Asami said quietly. "Make no mistake... if anyone else were to lay their hands on you like that, I'd tear them to shreds... but to think you reacted like that when you thought I might be a total stranger..." Asami turned to Akihito with a fierce fire in his eyes, "I'm going to take you again... and this time without an irritating condom in the way."

Asami's mouth was on Akihito's immediately, quickly followed by the rest of Asami's body. Caught by surprise, it took Akihito a few seconds to gather his wits and push Asami off.

"Are you kidding me? THAT'S what gets you horny? Shouldn't you REALLY be bothered by those thoughts?!"

"Why would I be bothered by something that turns me on so much?" Asami quickly pushed Akihito's shirt up and ran his tongue across the pink nipple. Seeing Asami in such a wild fit of passion took Akihito's breath away and made him forget all about being mad as his body helplessly surrendered to the hot-blooded attack.

"But here... someone will see us..." Akihito heard the sound of his pants being ripped open, and then Asami began to trail his hot tongue down lower.

"I don't care... and neither do you."

. . . . .

As soon as they arrived back home, Asami snatched the slip of paper off the table and headed toward the kitchen.

Akihito was puzzled momentarily before he figured it out. "Oh, no you don't!" he scowled as he scurried into the kitchen.

As he had suspected, Asami had taped the slip to the Things that Akihito would like to try again list. "I don't ever want to repeat that again!" Akihito said as he reached forward to remove the paper.

"Don't touch it," Asami said, grabbing his hand. "You'll come to realize it after you've cooled down a bit."

Akihito growled and picked up a pen. He drew a line around the slip and wrote above it: Things that Asami likes BUT AKIHITO WON'T EVER DO AGAIN! Akihito slammed the pen down and glared at Asami.

Asami bent down and touched his lips to Akihito's ear. The warm breath and low voice in his ear caused him to shiver. "What if the next time... you were the pervert in the park?"

Akihito's jaw dropped open.

Chuckling, Asami reached up and gently closed Akihito's mouth. "I can see the wheels turning in your head already. Let me know when you're ready to try this."

Asami picked up the pen and crossed out the words: BUT AKIHITO WON'T EVER DO AGAIN!

. . . . .

It was a bright and sunny day. Akihito was just about to finish eating breakfast when he remembered that it was THAT day again. Akihito went over to the shelf and pulled the bucket down and then brought it over to the table. He sat down, picked up a piece of toast and began munching on it as he reached into the bucket and pulled out a slip of paper, unfolding it with one hand. He went to take another bite and then froze.

The toast fell from his hand and landed on the table. Asami looked up at Akihito from behind his newspaper. "Well? What did you end up pulling this time?"

Akihito jumped up out of his chair. "YES! Finally! One of mine!" He started doing a victory dance.

Asami chuckled. "I've never seen you so happy about sex before."

"Ohh Asami... you're in trouble now!"

"Let me it see it," Asami said, holding his hand out.

Akihito danced over to where Asami was and dropped the slip above his head. Asami snatched it out of the air as it fluttered down.

Asami sat back to read it. "'Sex on the clock'... what exactly does that mean? Timed sex? Or do you actually want to have sex on top of a giant clock?" Asami teased.

"You KNOW that's not what it means!"

"Perhaps you meant to write 'sex AROUND the clock'... so you want to have sex once an hour?"

Akihito walked up behind Asami's chair and smirked as he reached around Asami's shoulders with both arms to embrace him from behind.

"This means EXACTLY what you think it means, but I have particulars about how this is going to be done. Number one is that this is going to happen IMMEDIATELY... within the next few hours... before you have a chance to come up with some kind of devious way of thwarting me."

Akihito leaned closer to whisper in Asami's ear. "I wonder in this situation... will you dare to do what I ask?"

Asami frowned. "Hmm..."

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Next... "Hard at Work"

This fantasy may be repeated in the future.
The slip that Takaba drew out was the 7th slip he added to the bucket (see: Chapter 2).

Thank you so much for all the wonderful feedback and encouragement! This was darker than what I normally write, so please let me know what you think of it.

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Re-edited on 5/08. If any part of the story is still confusing, please let me know.

My apologies for causing some confusion with this chapter. If you're among those confused... "On the clock" means during working hours. ~J