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Hard at Work

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Asami sat in his office, waiting for his next appointment.

"Sex on the clock"... engage in a sex act during normal business hours in my office, where I stand the risk of being discovered. I have some reservations about allowing such a thing to crossover into my professional life. It makes me wonder if he had this planned out ahead of time, or if this is his payback for what I did to him in the park.

Unfortunately, it wouldn't look good if I attempted to back out of it.

Molesting him at the park though... I wouldn't hesitate to repeat that one again.

After they had gotten home, they had a small discussion about their park adventures. Akihito was still upset about it. "And what happened in the limo afterwards...!"

"Didn't you like that as well?" Asami asked.

"NO! I found that disturbing. Oh wait... you mean when we did THAT," Akihito blushed slightly and smiled. "Yeah, I liked that part. No, I meant before that, when you..."

Suddenly, Akihito eyes widened. He ran over to where the bucket was on the shelf and grabbed one of the blank strips of paper and a pen that had been stored next to it. He quickly scribbled something down, and then folded it and put it in the bucket. He turned around and gave Asami a half-blush, half smirk.

So... something that happened in the limo gave him a new idea. This should be interesting.

At any rate, there were now two new slips in the bucket. Asami smiled at remembering how annoyed Akihito had been when he took an already written slip out of his pocket and slipped it into the bucket right after Akihito had put his in.

I have so many ideas...

Asami glanced at the camera that was partially hidden on the bookshelf. It was pointed at him and was currently recording. He frowned.

I have to admit, that is also something I'm not entirely comfortable with. An electronic record of what I am about to do could be dangerous if it were to fall in the wrong hands.

I'll let him view the recording once and then I'll destroy the memory card immediately afterwards. It wouldn't do to have something like that hanging around.

The intercom went off on his desk, interrupting his thoughts. "Sir, Otihika-san is here for your 3:00 meeting."

"Send him in."

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Otihika walked into the office and regarded Asami coldly. His manner was merely a facade however. If someone were to pop a balloon in the room, he would probably jump out of his skin.

"Otihika... have a seat please."

Otihika looked at the placement of the armless chair. It was directly across from Asami's but placed far back from the desk. Its position reminded him of the hot seat in an interrogation room.

Asami was watching him closely.

Studying him.

Otihika sat down and for an awkward moment, he didn't know what to do with his hands. He didn't want to fold his hands and place them in his lap because he thought that might make him appear to be submissive. He knew he was being set up to be intimidated, but he was determined not to let this man have his way. He finally settled for placing his hands to his side which made him appear to be stiff.

Asami kept a steady gaze on him. The visitor's body language gave every indication of the man's nervousness.

The reason for this meeting had to do with property. The Sion Group had recently expanded which required more storage space. They had purchased another warehouse that was nearby. The problem was that there was another small storage facility between the two of them that was owned by Otihika. This had the potential to create certain "security" issues for Sion. So far Otihika had turned down all offers Asami had made to buy the place.

Asami slid an envelope toward Otihika. "This is our final offer. We will go no higher than this."

Because of the distance between where Otihika was sitting and Asami's desk, Otihika was forced to stand up and step forward to reach the envelope. He sat back down and opened it. His eyes widened at the amount that was on the paper.

Asami watched as Otihika's shoulders relaxed and a small smile appeared on his face. He already knew Otihika was going to turn it down before he said anything.

Otihika shook his head. "I'm sorry. It seems I just can't bear to part with my little warehouse at any price. It's come to have some... sentimental value to me."

Asami raised his eyebrows in amusement. "Sentimental value? I see. You never had any intention of accepting any offer. Why then would you bother requesting this meeting and wasting my time? Doing such a thing shows an apparent lack of professionalism."

"You're used to getting your way all the time, aren't you? Well, this time a minor player such as myself is striking back at the great Asami Ryuichi." He watched as Otihika grinned a little too enthusiastically. "Why am I here...? I came here to enjoy watching you squirm with the knowledge that I hold this power over you..."

Asami smirked back at Otihika. Interesting choice of words.

Akihito is certain that I will try to maintain my composure while trying to fulfill his request and indeed that had been my plan, but now I see a way to turn this to my advantage. He believes I fear exposing myself by participating in such an intimate act in front of another person. I have enough self-control that I could pull this off in front of a crowd and none would be the wiser, but I've decided to be completely obvious.

Ultimately, it will be Akihito who is exposed in this game.

Asami regarded Otihika with a steady gaze. "I don't get my way all the time. That's what keeps my life interesting... but don't make the mistake of thinking that you've won just yet. Since I have nothing to lose at this point, I'm going to willingly indulge your desire to "watch me squirm" for a little while."

Asami looked down and opened a file that was in front of him and then moved his hands out of sight as if relaxing them in his lap. Otihika could tell the file consisted of a single page of typed notes but he couldn't read it from where he was sitting.

He heard the unmistakable clink of a belt being undone. Otihika's eyes widened. "Wh-what are you doing...?"

Asami leaned forward and kept his eyes lowered as if he was studying the paper. "I'm looking over a short profile on you. So... Otihika is it? What an unusual name."

Otihika watched as Asami shifted his position in his seat before finally leaning back in his chair. His hands were still out of sight. "I... hear that a lot. The origin is interesting. You see my great-grandfather..."

"I'm to understand you work for the Metropolitan Board of Education, is that correct?" Asami interrupted impatiently.

"That is correct."

Otihika watched as Asami closed his eyes and took a deep breath before speaking again. "You are quite the earnest board member." He took another deep breath and frowned. "Very earnest, It seems."

"Of course. I take pride in my j—..."

Asami opened his eyes again and Otihika nearly gasped at the openly sensual look that was in Asami's eyes. "You'll never advance in that type of position."

"I- I'm doing just fine," Otihika stuttered as he was thrown off momentarily by Asami's expression, but he quickly regained his composure. "I've mapped out my path."

Again Asami took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "And you are exactly where you want to be right now, is that correct?"

"It's an honorable position."

"It's a waste of your abilities. I can help you to climb..." Asami's sensual look was intensifying, "... higher."

"You can help me to climb higher but at a price, I bet."

Asami shut his eyes again. There was a hint of movement in his upper arms, as if his hands might be fidgeting under the desk. The tone of his voice became softer. "Do you not want to advance?"

Otihika shook his head to clear the obscene thought that was forming in his mind. He thought Asami couldn't possibly be doing was he was thinking! "Every man wants to advance, but not at the price of his soul. I know all about you Asami. I know that you..."

Asami's eyes flew open and he glared at Otihika. "Are you that comfortable with me that you feel you can address me so casually?"

"I'm sorry... A-Asami-san. I mean, Asami-sama...!"

"You were about to prove to me that you're a man, not a mouse," Asami smiled as his voice took on a seductive quality. "Don't back down now."

Otihika was flustered by the arousing feelings Asami seemed to be drawing out of him. He tried to sweep them aside by using his anger. "I know all about you! There are rumors that you're..."

Asami took another deep breath, and again shifted restlessly in his seat. "That I'm... what?

The look on Asami's face was now clearly erotic. Otihika had expected Asami to have some devilish tactic up his sleeve, but he never considered that Asami would do something as extreme as this. Otihika swallowed hard as he felt an uncontrollable stirring between his legs.

"You're an evil man," Otihika whispered. He very much wanted to avert his gaze from Asami's, but he couldn't find the willpower to do it.

"So I've been told. And I happen to be in a particularly wicked mood at the moment," Asami said with a smirk. "What do you make of that?"

The temptation to give in to the sexual excitement Asami was provoking in him hit Otihika hard. "I'll admit my curiosity is..."

"Aroused?"

"I- I guess you could say that." Otihika clasped his hands together and placed them in his lap to hide his stiff erection.

"Every man has a price," Asami's voice dropped lower. "It's just a matter of learning what kind of payment he will accept."

Otihika shook his head, "I couldn't possibly..."

"I see. Then it is as I thought... I am wasting my time trying to help you. It's a shame. There is much we could accomplish together."

"To-together? What do you mean by that?"

Otihika could now clearly see Asami's chest rising and falling as the pace of his breathing picked up. "You want me to help, don't you? I think you want it more than you care to admit."

Otihika thought he could hear soft, wet sounds coming from beneath Asami's desk. "I... want something..." Otihika whispered.

"Ah yes... good. Yes... very good..." Asami shut his eyes once more and leaned his head back. His brow furrowed as he sucked in his breath and let out a soft grunt.

Otihika felt a wave of pleasure wash over his own body as he watched this. He pressed his folded hands hard against his erection out of reflex. His body felt like it was on fire.

After a few seconds, Asami sat up straight again. Otihika heard the soft clink of a belt being buckled.

"Perhaps you could let me help you attain one level higher," Asami's demeanor had suddenly turned professional again. Otihika stared at Asami's hands as they reappeared from under the desk. "Board president. You would have some influence in other circles. We could work together on that," Asami closed the file, "and if you are unhappy with it, then I won't demand compensation. But if you are, you'll sell me your warehouse for the last price you were offered."

"I... don't think I could turn down such a generous offer."

"You'll agree to those terms?" Asami looked genuinely surprised.

Otihika couldn't stop staring at Asami's hands as they reached toward a pack of cigarettes. "Yes..."

"I must admit, I did not think we would be able to come to an agreement. I have to say I'm more than satisfied with the results of our meeting." Asami pulled a cigarette out and lit it. "Talk to my assistant on your way out and have him book another meeting for us at a later date."

Otihika jumped up out of his chair. "What... you're ending the meeting... NOW?! But I need more... details..." Otihika's voice trailed off, embarrassed.

"I'm sorry but I have another pressing matter I must attend to in the next few minutes. We will meet again... soon." Asami glanced down beneath his desk and then smiled. "Well done..." he murmured softly.

Otihika's mouth dropped open as he stared at the desk. "Someone is...?"

"Oh by the way, Otihika..."

Otihika looked back up. "Y-yes?"

Asami looked at the lump between Otihika's legs and smirked. "Upon exiting the outer office, you'll find the Men's room just down the hall. You might want to make use of it."

Turning red, Otihika quickly placed his hands in front of his pants to hide the bulge. "Ah yes... thank you." He quickly hurried out of the office.

Asami watched him leave. He raised his eyebrows, "That turned out completely different than I expected..."

"YOU JERK!"

Akihito climbed out from beneath Asami's desk as he wiped his mouth with his sleeve. His faced was flushed and his pants were open, exposing his very stiff erection. "You just gave away that I was under there! And letting out your voice like that when you came? You couldn't BE more obvious! You acted so... SHAMELESSLY!"

"Otihika is insignificant and harmless so it wouldn't matter what I did in front of him." Asami looked at Akihito and chuckled, "Shameless... you're the one to talk, hanging out of your pants like that." He lightly flicked Akihito's hard-on with his fingers. "You mean to tell me you haven't manage to come yet?"

"I want the camera. I want to see how your face looked while I was secretly getting you off in front of somebody."

"By all means..." Asami smirked, as he retrieved the camera. He handed it to Akihito who started the recording from the beginning. "Otihika... have a seat please..."

Akihito gasped. "What the hell...?! He looks so young!"

"A year younger than you, to be precise."

"I pictured him as some ugly old man, but he's...!"

"Fairly pleasing to the eye?" Asami reached around Akihito and pulled his pants down.

"No way are you EVER meeting with him again alone!" Akihito growled as he stepped out of his pants.

"Oh? You want to be present for our next meeting as well? I don't think poor Otihika could survive another session like that."

"Not me! Kirishima..." Akihito turned his gaze back to the camera screen, "or one of your other secretaries... should be present..."

Asami pulled a very distracted Akihito onto his lap. "You needn't be concerned."

Akihito was now mesmerized by watching the recording. "You... have such an erotic look on your face. You never did try to hide what was going on!"

Asami was enjoying watching Akihito's reaction to the recording. "He didn't know you were under my desk at first. He thought I was pleasuring myself."

"He did? Oh..." Akihito sighed, "that's even more..."

He sharply sucked in his breath as Asami reached between his legs and began stroking him. Akihito growled, "If you do that, I will ABSOLUTELY dirty your suit...!"

Asami lowered his head to kiss Akihito neck. "Go ahead, Akihito... dirty my suit."

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Kirishima was at his desk, working on a spreadsheet that was up on his computer screen when he saw Otihika dash from Asami's office and exit through the outer office door. He was unfazed by this since it wasn't an unusual sight to see a client fleeing in fear from Asami's office.

What DID surprise him was seeing a red-faced Otihika returning a few minutes later to book another appointment.

Asami must have persuaded him to take the offer. I wonder how he managed to pull it off?

Kirishima frowned as he remembered that Akihito had come in with Asami earlier.

Why did Asami have Takaba in there during his meeting?

He shook his head and turned back to his computer.

I don't want to know.

About 20 minutes later, Asami and Akihito came out of the office. Akihito looked flushed and sweaty. Asami was carrying his suit blazer instead of wearing it, but holding it close as if he needed to conceal something. He handed Kirishima a file. "See that this is shredded."

"Yes sir." Kirishima took the file and fed it into the shredder beside his desk. About halfway through, a loud screeching sound came from the shredder, causing both Kirishima and Akihito to jump.

"It's fine," Asami assured Kirishima. "There was a small memory card in the file."

"Memory card?" Akihito stopped just before exiting out the door. "MY memory card? From MY camera?!"

Asami chuckled as he pushed a cursing Akihito out the door.

Kirishima returned his attention to the spreadsheet that was up on his computer screen.

I DEFINITELY don't want to know.

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Later than evening, both Asami and Akihito were in the kitchen. Asami was pouring himself a drink as Akihito worked on fixing dinner.

Akihito saw the slip of paper that had "sex on the clock" written on it and he picked it up to throw it in the trash, but then he stopped and twirled it in his fingers thoughtfully for a moment.

He still couldn't believe Asami didn't try to hide his own arousal and orgasm from Otihika. It actually made Akihito uncomfortable thinking about it.

Scary... it seems he has no boundaries. This one's definitely going in the trash!

Asami's suddenly grabbed the hand that was holding the slip. "Once was enough for this one," he said looking at Akihito sternly.

Akihito looked at him puzzled and then broke out in a huge grin. "Ohh! So you WERE uncomfortable with this after all!"

"Don't be ridiculous. I'm being practical about it. I took a risk by acting in such an unprofessional manner. I've fulfilled your request, so now we're done with it."

Akihito yanked his hand away. "HA! That whole stunt you pulled was nothing but a big bluff to make sure I wouldn't ask for a repeat of this, wasn't it? Well, guess what... I want to do this one again!"

Asami glared angrily at him.

Akihito looked back at him smugly. "You're the one who wanted me to explore my desires."

Asami's gaze became even more dangerous. For a second, Akihito wondered at the wisdom of what he was doing, but the thought of finally finding something that made Asami uncomfortable kept him from backing down.

Asami finally sighed. "Fine... but next time I'm the one in charge of setting it up."

"Don't forget... it has to be a sex act at YOUR workplace and during normal business hours," Akihito reminded him gleefully.

"I know the rules," Asami said, giving Akihito an evil look.

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Akihito stared at the silver bucket with a slightly sick look on his face.

Asami was watching Akihito with an amused look on his own face. "You should be looking forward to this instead of dreading it."

"I can't help it... it's your turn! I don't like the way you twist these things in your weird perverted way."

"Akihito..." Asami said softly. "Haven't you enjoyed yourself every time so far?"

"Well... I suppose, but I don't know when you might take this too far!"

"Are you scared I'm going to punish you for what you made me do in my office?"

Akihito's eyes widened. "N-not in the least bit! I'm just... very concerned." Akihito put his head down on the table and groaned. "Oh... just draw already!"

Asami chuckled as he reached toward the bucket and drew a slip. He read it and then glanced up at Akihito and gave him a long thoughtful look before folding the paper again and pocketing it.

Akihito was on the edge of his seat. "WELL?! What does it say?"

Asami picked up his cup and began sipping his coffee. "You'll find out eventually."

"You HAVE to tell me!"

"I don't remember there being a rule about that."

"Can you at least tell me if it's one of mine?"

"No, I don't think I will." Asami put his cup down and picked up the newspaper.

"C-can you at least tell me WHEN it will happen?"

"And spoil the special surprise I have in mind for you?" Asami smirked. "You'll find out within a week."

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Next: Wet Dreams

Once I found out what Takaba had drawn, I knew he was going to dare Asami to receive a blow job under his desk during a business meeting. Trying to find the right way to handle this was really difficult... SO difficult, that I deleted two other drafts before settling on this version.

I already have the next chapter worked out, so it won't take nearly as long as this one did. I promise ;)