It's a play on the title of the movie "How to Train Your Dragon", with the dragon being the penis, and draining it, meaning...
Oh hell... just try to work it out.
How to Drain Your Dragon
. .
. . . . .
With the drawing of the latest slip, Akihito found himself nervously excited. At last, the one thing he had wanted from the very beginning was finally going to happen.
"Watch the other person fire his gun..." The reason Akihito had not been obvious about it was because he wanted a way to back out should he lose his nerve. Unfortunately, Asami had seen through the ruse immediately, knowing what Akihito REALLY wanted was to watch him masturbate. Asami had smiled at him in a condescending manner, which really irritated Akihito. It was almost as if his eyes were saying, "How juvenile..."
Because of that, Akihito felt justified in avoiding him afterwards for a day or two. At least, that's what he kept telling himself.
The avoidance went on for a week. Then two...
He only saw Asami a few times as they passed each other, either coming in the door or leaving. The look that Asami gave him told Akihito that Asami knew he was purposely avoiding him.
. . . . .
Akihito was sitting at a bar, entertaining the notion of getting sloppy drunk.
He'd arrived at the condo early that evening, only to be surprised by Asami stepping into the elevator with him. Asami—who shouldn't be home THAT early. Akihito had dodged out of the elevator, muttering something about forgetting his phone at a friend's place.
He'll see through my lame excuse ... he'll get angry, and then he'll pull me into the elevator and then he'll—
But instead, Asami had pushed a button on the panel and the door slid closed, leaving Akihito to stare at the numbers flashing over the door as they counted off until the elevator finally reached the top floor.
He closed the door in my face! How rude!
Akihito stared at the untouched drink sitting in front of him on the bar. No, that's not right. The expression on his face was calm. It was as if it made no difference to him at all. He felt unsettled and confused.
Why do I have a problem with asking him to do this? Is it because I'm ashamed to ask a powerful, elite businessman to do something so crude as to let me watch him jerk off?
He felt a stirring in his jeans at the thought, despite his misgivings.
However, lately it seemed that Asami had forgotten all about the slip... and the bucket list altogether. There had been no more knowing glances from Asami. In fact, lately it seemed like something was bothering Asami.
Akihito wondered if that "something" had to do with him.
What a coward I turned out to be! I guess I was sort of expecting him to take over for me. No... "hoping" is more like it. GAH! This is SO not me. I'm not going to shy away from this any longer!
Akihito downed his drink and then slammed the empty glass down on the bar. I'm ready. I'm going to take care of this bucket list slip.
TONIGHT!
. . . . .
The place was dark and quiet when he got home. Sneaking a peek into Asami's bedroom, he found him sleeping deeply.
Akihito sighed.
Tomorrow night then... for sure!
Akihito crawled into his own bed. It was a long time before he could finally fall asleep.
. . . . .
It turned out that Asami got up at the same time as Akihito did the next morning, so while Asami was showering Akihito made breakfast for both of them. As they sat down at the table, Akihito realized it had been a few weeks since they had a meal together; however, Asami was not eating but rather staring down at his plate, frowning.
"Is... there something wrong with the food?"
Asami looked up suddenly at Akihito and gave him a piercing look. "Akihito..."
Uh oh, here it comes... he's going to get onto me about avoiding the bucket list.
"A few weeks ago, you had a run-in with a couple of men and a knife-wielding woman..."
This statement completely caught Akihito by surprise.
"You know about that? What— were you having me followed again?!"
"I came across the article about Horiyoshi in the newspaper. You were credited for the pictures."
"Yes, but what happened to me after I took the photos was not printed."
"I also read the police report. You mentioned the name, 'Itoya'. Have you seen him or the woman since then?"
"No, nothing. I don't even know what this "Itoya" looks like. Asami... you wouldn't happen to be involved in any of this... would you?"
"I'm concerned about a small gang that appears to be targeting me. If this is the same group, then it sounds like they're attempting to increase their influence... and it appears they're becoming dangerous. Akihito, I want you to back off of your investigation..."
"NOT happening!" Akihito growled at Asami.
Asami glared angrily at him.
Akihito glared fiercely right back at Asami.
Asami sighed, "I see." He regarded Akihito thoughtfully. "Is it possible for you to meet me at the warehouses in Minato sometime this afternoon?"
"Minato? I could probably make it out there by 4 pm. Why? Does it have something to do with this gang?"
Asami smirked at him. "Who knows...?"
. . . . .
Asami was casually smoking a cigarette when Akihito arrived. He was standing next to a rather nondescript door that was located on the side of one of the warehouses. Without saying a word, Asami quickly put out his cigarette and opened the door for Akihito. Inside, there was a dimly lit hallway which was lined by plain white walls. Akihito heard Asami lock the door behind them and then he followed Asami down the long hallway. The bare concrete floor echoing their footsteps back at them caused Akihito to feel a little apprehensive.
They stopped at the first door they came to. As Asami opened it, Akihito noticed this door seemed significantly thicker than the door they had used to enter the warehouse. The large room they stepped into was brightly lit. There were three open stalls, containing a single waist-high counter. At the far end of the room were three posters, each with a large target printed on it.
It's an indoor shooting range...!
The middle stall had two guns, as well as a couple of other objects placed upon its counter.
Akihito stepped gingerly to the middle stall for a better look. "Umm... why am I here?"
Asami took off his blazer and draped it over the counter in one of the empty stalls. "I'm going to teach you everything you need to know about guns." He slipped off his tie and unbuttoned his collar.
"Oh..." Akihito put his hands up, as if to ward off something evil. "No thanks!"
"I would think for a journalist, this kind of knowledge would be valuable," Asami said as he unbuttoned his cuffs and began rolling up his sleeves.
"I see... so you're just trying to help me along in my career, is that it?" Akihito replied sarcastically.
Asami turned to him with a serious expression on his face. "This kind of knowledge could save your life one day... or would you prefer to remain naive and ignorant?"
Akihito bristled irritably at Asami's cutting remark. "I don't like guns..." He sighed with resignation, "Fine... show me." He walked over to the counter. This isn't going to go well... he's going to end up laughing me, I just know it.
"So, this thing..." Akihito pointed to one of the objects that he knew held bullets, "... is a clip?"
"Magazine," Asami corrected him. He opened a small box which held bullets. "I'll show you how to load that first."
Over the next hour, Akihito learned how to load, unload and properly fire a gun. It was identical to the one he fired once before. Thinking back to that incident, he remembered that gun feeling heavy... the extreme loud sound it made, and the powerful jerk of the gun kicking back in his hand as he fired it.
When he picked up the one in front of him, he was surprised that it felt a lot lighter than he had expected. He took a stance, mimicking what he had seen in the movies, held his breath and pulled back on the trigger. The kickback also wasn't quite as bad as he remembered. Neither was the sound, but that was only because he was wearing ear protection that Asami had provided. A brass-colored casing ejected immediately out of the gun and bounced off his arm. It felt hot.
I don't remember that happening before! A lot of things seem different... I must have embellished the memory over time.
Akihito looked for a bullet hole in the target. He didn't see one. "Aim a little higher," he heard Asami's muffled voice tell him.
He fired the gun again, and this time he spied a hole just on the outside of the outer ring. "Keep firing until you run out of ammo," Asami instructed him.
Akihito adjusted his aim, and painstakingly tried to hold his hand steady with each shot. Once he ran out of bullets, he pulled the ear protectors off while Asami used an overhead cable to reel the target in. Most of the holes were in the second and third rings, though he managed to get one bullet just inside the middle red spot.
Ugh... I did terrible.
However, Asami didn't mock him as he had expected. "Not bad," he said, raising an eyebrow. "Your stance looks good, too. Remind me to never piss you off while you're holding a gun."
Akihito rolled his eyes and responded sarcastically, "Oh... HA HA." But deep inside, he felt warmed by Asami's praise.
Asami replaced the poster with a new target and reeled it back into position. "Fire that one next," Asami said pointing to the second gun. It looked much older than the one he had just fired. Asami picked up the gun Akihito had just fired, ejected the magazine, and began re-loading it.
Akihito slipped the ear protectors on, carefully took aim and fired. A hole appeared just below the bulls-eye, so he tipped the gun up ever so slightly and pulled the trigger.
Nothing happened. "Something's wrong... it won't fire," Akihito said, turning to Asami.
"It's jammed," Asami said, pointing to the top of the gun. "Look here..." Akihito looked and saw the casing from the first bullet hadn't ejected completely out of the gun. "This gun has been poorly maintained so it's going to frequently jam. Next, you're going to learn to recognize it right away and how to clear it when it happens."
It turned out the gun jammed with almost every other shot. It was frustrating, but Akihito learned how to quickly fix it before firing again. He was beginning to feel very comfortable with the gun. Once he had exhausted the ammo in that gun, he put it down and smiled.
There's an exhilarating sense of power that comes from shooting a gun. I think I understand now why Asami is so attracted to something like this.
Akihito reached for the newer gun, but Asami snatched it away before he could get it. "I think that's enough for now. I wouldn't want you becoming obsessed with firearms," Asami said teasingly.
Akihito turned red with embarrassment. "That's never going to happen! I-I just thought you might want me to practice a little more..."
"You know what to do now... don't you?"
Akihito sighed and nodded his head. His eyes flickered to the box of bullets. There was one row left, but these bullets looked different than the ones he had been using. At first, he thought they were defective, but now he thought he knew what they were. "Those there, are they... hollow-tips?"
Asami slowly nodded his head. "Hollow-points, yes."
"What's the difference between those and the ones I was using?"
Asami picked up the magazine he had loaded earlier and firmly inserted it into the gun. He raised his arm and aimed it at the target with a grim look on his face. "Those do more damage..."
Akihito shuddered at Asami's reply, then quickly grabbed the ear protectors and slipped them back on. Asami began rapidly pulling back on the trigger, firing it without a single pause. Akihito watched as first the center of the bulls-eye, and then the remaining target, was completely destroyed. Akihito's eyes flickered back to Asami, observing him as he fired the gun. The bullet casings littered the ground as they flew out. He lowered the gun when it was emptied. Wisps of smoke hung in the air, accompanied by the acrid smell of gunpowder.
Akihito's mouth was partially hanging open. WOW... there's something DEFINITELY sexy about watching him do that...!
Asami turned him and said something that Akihito couldn't hear.
Oh, the ear protectors. He took them off. "Sorry... what did you say?"
Asami put the gun down and gave Akihito a little grin. "I said... did you enjoy watching me 'fire my gun'?"
Akihito's eyes widened. "What...?!" He growled and angrily launched himself at Asami. "YOU...!"
Asami caught Akihito's wrists, and chuckled as Akihito struggled to break free.
"You wrote down that you wanted to 'watch me fire my gun', and now you have," Asami said with a teasing voice, "...but what you really want is to watch me masturbate... isn't that correct, Akihito?"
Akihito swallowed hard before nodding.
"Why are you having so much trouble with this one? Do you know?" Asami asked, letting go of Akihito's wrists.
"No... I don't!" came Akihito's agonized reply.
"I'll help you figure it out. Let's take care of this right now..." Asami began unbuttoning his shirt.
Akihito gasped. "HERE...?!'
"Why not?"
Akihito stared at Asami's muscular chest, now exposed by his unbuttoned shirt. "Someone could come in...!"
"No one is going to come in..." He bent his head down to kiss Akihito.
Akihito put his hands against Asami's chest and stopped him. "No... not like this—"
"Ah... of course," Asami said, looking at him wryly. "You want to make rules. Let's hear them."
"Um... one, you don't touch me. You can only touch yourself. And two, it's ALL you. I won't be doing anything but watching."
"I would like to amend both those rules..." Asami said.
"NO!" Akihito scowled. "You don't get to twist this to your advantage!"
"I won't touch you... sexually. I'll agree to that, but you'll have to trust me with the rest. I want to engage all your senses, not just your sight and hearing."
"How do you mean?"
Asami held out his hands, palms down. "Put your hands over the top of mine and hold on to them..." Akihito placed his hands on top of Asami's. "Now guide them. Show me what you'd like to see me do."
Akihito moved Asami's hands up to the upper part of his body, and then watched as he made Asami trail his hands across his own chest.
Ohh... how erotic.
He began to move Asami's hands down toward his trousers. Akihito looked up and saw that Asami was not watching where Akihito was moving his hands, but rather keeping his eyes on Akihito.
Akihito pulled his hands away. "This isn't exactly right either... the point of the slip is for me to watch you doing it to yourself."
"Is it? Why would that make a difference?"
"Because I already know what I would do. I want to see what YOU would do!"
"So you're hoping you'll see something new? When I watch you, you expose a deeply hidden part of yourself to me. What is it that you think you will see when you watch me?"
Oh...! Will seeing a very personal part of him bind me more emotionally to him? Is that what I fear?
I've always felt that I could walk away whenever I wanted, that's why I'm afraid of getting too close. I can't let myself succumb that deeply, or I'm afraid I'll lose myself...
Asami was staring at him very intensely. Akihito remembered the strange expression he would see on Asami's face the few times he had pleasured himself in front of Asami.
Is it like that for Asami as well? No, there's no way that it could be...
Asami's intense gaze deepened. "What could possibly be going through that mind of yours right now?" he said with a smirk.
"Nothing is going through my mind!" Akihito snapped back at him.
"Is that so...?" Asami said, still smirking. He stepped toward Akihito, causing Akihito to subconsciously step back. Akihito found his back up against the partition in the stall.
"I'm not comfortable doing it here. I MEAN... I think YOU would be more comfortable if you were sitting down... like on a couch or something..."
"You have a point," Asami said as he grabbed Akihito's hand and pulled him out of the stall and toward a door that was located in the back of the room. This one had a window next to it, with blinds on the other side covering the window so he couldn't see what was inside. Asami opened the door and pushed him in. It looked like a rarely used office. There was a bare metal desk up against the far wall. Akihito groaned when he saw there was also a cheap-looking couch in the office.
"Take off your clothes..." Asami said as he began undressing.
"I'm going to be watching... remember? There's no reason for me to get undressed."
"Surely you would be courteous enough to provide me with some inspiration while I do this?"
Akihito huffed irritably and began pulling off his clothes. "All right, but NO TOUCHING... got it?!"
"Understood... no naughty touching."
Totally naked now, Asami sat on the couch. He beckoned to Akihito with a smile, "Come here and kneel between my legs..."
Akihito shook his head. "Uh... no."
"Are you going to watch from way over there? Or is it that you don't trust me?"
Akihito bit back a sarcastic reply, but he still didn't move.
Asami sighed impatiently. Looking down, he reached between his legs and placed his hand on top of his half-hard erection, grasping it overhand so that his thumb was pointed toward his body. He began stroking himself. This act was done so casually it almost didn't seem to be sexual in nature.
Almost.
Akihito felt self-conscious just standing there naked and watching from a distance.
"So..." Asami said, still looking down and nonchalantly stroking himself, "your bucket list experience has not been satisfactory. Have I treated you that terribly?"
Akihito felt a pang of guilt. So far, Asami had seen to it that Akihito's pleasure was foremost. The only time Asami had made his own pleasure a priority, had been the time at the park.
Akihito had been at a loss on how to direct the bucket list request, so naturally Asami was taking over. Suddenly, Akihito realized that is just what he wanted... he wanted Asami to completely direct his own self-pleasuring act.
I should have just told him from the beginning to do that.
Akihito walked over to Asami and lowered himself between Asami's legs, folding his own legs beneath himself to sit seiza-style. Asami's eyes flickered to his, before glancing down to look between Akihito's legs. Akihito was already solidly hard. Asami looked back up, with a glint in his eye. He adjusted the grip on himself so now his palm was underneath and his fingers were on top, with his thumb now pointing outward. The stroking movement slowed considerably as he gripped the shaft harder.
His semi-erection quickly grew into a full-blown one. Akihito could feel his own erection tingling madly. He reached down and began to massage it.
I have to be careful that I don't come before he does.
He stopped caressing himself and just held on tightly. His erection was pulsing hard in his hand.
Akihito's mouth opened slightly as he took in a few breaths to calm his excitement. He watched Asami squeeze his own erection tightly as he slowly, but deliberately slid his hand all the way up its length. A clear drop appeared at the tip. Asami gathered the drop on his finger and then leaned forward and slipped the finger into Akihito's partially opened mouth.
Akihito willingly lapped at it. Sweet and salty...
Asami continued to stroke himself, but kept his finger in Akihito's mouth as Akihito began sucking on his finger. Akihito had the desire to coil his tongue across the head of the real thing... take the whole thing in his mouth and...
Akihito came to his senses as he realized he had resumed touching himself and was on the verge of coming. He stopped and then reached up to push Asami's hand away.
Ohh... that was close!
Asami chuckled appreciatively as he leaned back. "You have the most erotic look on your face right now..." He held his hand out. "Come sit next to me..."
Akihito took his hand and let Asami pull him up. He got on the couch, sitting next to Asami. Asami put his arm around Akihito to pull him close so that he was curled up against Asami's left side. Asami resumed stroking himself.
Akihito laid his head against Asami's chest. He could clearly hear his heartbeat as well as the sound of his breathing. As the speed of Asami's stroking fist increased, so did the sound of his heart. Akihito felt the movement of Asami's chest against his head, rising and falling with each breath.
There was much more to this than just the erotic act of watching Asami pleasure himself. Suddenly Akihito felt a profound intimacy... but it was more than merely physical. It was also... emotional. The combination of the two fired him up in a way he had never experienced before.
"My leg feels wet..." he heard Asami say. Akihito looked down at himself. The tip of his erection was resting against Asami's leg. Drops of his own pre-cum were leaking out.
Asami moved his arm from Akihito's shoulders and Akihito sat up while Asami re-adjusted his position. Asami grasped the base of his erection with his left hand to hold it steady and upright while he continued stroking himself with his right. Akihito situated himself so he could lay his head back down on Asami's chest. He wanted to keep hearing Asami's breathing and heartbeat.
Watching Asami now using both hands had an immediate effect on Akihito. He knew he didn't dare touch himself directly or he would immediately lose it. Instead, he moved his leg so it was partially over Asami's and twisted his body so his erection came in full contact with Asami's side. He began slowly moving his hips, feeling his hard-on slide against Asami's skin.
He heard the deep sound of a sudden intake of breath, and then Asami's heartbeat quickened. Akihito felt extremely gratified that his actions had that much of an effect on Asami. The speed of Asami's stroking increased.
Feeling like he now had power to ramp up Asami's excitement, he decided to go all out. He slid down slightly, so not to interfere with Asami's actions, and tightly wrapped his leg around Asami's. He actively began grinding against Asami's hip, while letting out soft moans.
Asami's reaction was just what he had been hoping for. Now his hand was moving rapidly, and while his heartbeat didn't increase, it got much louder... along with the sounds of his breathing. Akihito watched as Asami's legs stretched out slightly and tensed up.
He's going to come any second now...!
Akihito kept watching, but Asami's hand continued to move furiously fast. The breaths he heard through Asami's chest now seemed more measured- deep breath... hold... let out... deep breath... hold...
Akihito realized Asami was purposely holding back... which meant his eventual orgasm would be even more intense when it happened. Akihito watched in anticipation.
But it kept going on. The breaths now sounded like they had a slight tremble to them. Akihito closed his eyes so he could focus on the erotic sound better. He heard the breath hitch and felt Asami's muscles tense before he let out a long breath. Akihito opened his eyes. Asami's hand was no longer moving and there was a whitish liquid splattered across his stomach. "Well..." he heard Asami's voice rumble through his chest. "Was that to your satisfaction?"
Akihito quickly sat up, stunned. "I... I MISSED IT! My eyes were closed!"
Asami got up and walked over to the desk. He opened a drawer, took out a box of tissues and removed one before tossing the box onto the top of the desk. He frowned at Akihito before looking down to clean himself off. "Why were your eyes closed?"
"I don't know— AAAGH!" Akihito groaned in frustration. He punched the couch with his fist and then laid down. "Damn it...!" His body was still aching with desire. With a growl, he reached down and began jerking himself off.
He felt Asami's hand close over his own to stop him. He glanced up to see Asami looking at him with mock pity. "You're absolutely hopeless..."
"I don't need to hear that from you," Akihito said angrily. Asami chuckled before bending down and enveloping Akihito's erection in his warm mouth.
Asami teased, licked, and prodded him with his tongue. Though Akihito was dying for relief, Asami seemed to be taking his time... which was not particularly a bad thing, Akihito decided. He gave himself over completely to Asami's care.
Despite how good it felt, Akihito was beginning to tire out. Asami had teased a generous amount of wetness out of him. "How considerate of you to provide us with enough lubrication." Asami was hard again and he used the fluid to slick himself down before thrusting into him.
"AAHH!" Akihito cried out. All he was capable of doing was grabbing onto Asami to hang on.
Asami was really pounding into him, but Akihito still heard his own voice urging Asami to go deeper. Just as he felt he was on the edge of coming, Asami pulled out. Akihito whimpered in frustration. He looked at Asami pleadingly. Asami was poised over him and his face was slightly flushed.
"Watch, Akihito..." He reached down and began quickly stroking himself. His eyes tightly shut as he thrust hard into his own fist. "Ahh!" he moaned. He shot directly onto Akihito's stomach.
Akihito felt deeply aroused watching this. After a few seconds, Asami opened his eyes again and then he reached down and began vigorously stroking Akihito's very wet erection.
"A-Asami—" Akihito moaned.
"Do it, Akihito... show me..."
Akihito arched his back high off the couch, not caring just how loud his cries of pleasure were. He thrust hard into Asami's hand as he came, and then he fell back onto the couch in exhaustion. Waves of pleasure rolled over him as he surrendered to a semi-conscious haze.
He felt a wonderfully warm mouth descend down upon his own...
. . . . .
Akihito awoke to a rather startling sound.
BANG!
He sat up and blinked his eyes, looking around confused. He was lying on the couch in the warehouse office. Asami's blazer, which had been draped over him, partially slid off his naked body. Asami was nowhere in sight.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Akihito pulled the blazer around his body and then got up and walked to the window. He peeked through the closed blinds and saw three men in business suits, wearing ear protectors, and standing at the shooting stations. One of them was apparently Asami's huge bodyguard.
SHIT!
Akihito backed away from the window and looked around for his clothes. They had been folded neatly and placed on the desk.
"Damn it, he left me here!" Akihito growled. "That jerk...!"
As Akihito quickly got dressed, he noticed there were quite a few crumpled up tissues in the waste bin next to the desk. He had a vague memory of Asami pulling several tissues from a box and using them to wipe off his stomach and chest.
And his face.
And the couch. And the wall above the couch.
Akihito's face turned pink at the memory.
He slowly opened the door. He tried sneaking toward the exit, but one of the men caught his movements out of the corner of his eye.
He turned and looked at Akihito in surprise. Akihito froze in fear... after all, the man was holding a gun.
The man tapped the shoulder of the large bodyguard. Suoh glanced at the man and then turned to look in the direction that he was pointing.
Suoh had a momentary perplexed look on his face as he stared at Akihito. Then he turned back to the man and gestured toward the target. They both turned their backs to Akihito and began shooting.
The loud sound hurt Akihito's unprotected ears. He hurried toward the exit.
. . . . .
Akihito was cooking when he heard Asami come home. He grabbed the eggplant off the counter and stomped toward the door.
Asami was in the midst of pulling off his tie when he saw an angry Akihito standing there, with the eggplant raised above his head, poised to throw it at him.
Asami raised an eyebrow and then smirked at him. "I can't WAIT to hear why you feel the need to hurl vegetables at me..."
Akihito suddenly realized how ridiculous he must look. "Technically, it's a fruit..." He slowly lowered his arm. "That was a horrible thing you did. You just LEFT me at the warehouse!"
"You were completely out of it. I didn't want to wake you." Asami seemed to be genuinely confused by Akihito's anger. He loosened the collar on his shirt and then headed to the kitchen.
Akihito followed him, still wanting to vent his anger but feeling it slowly fade. He watched as Asami poured himself a drink.
"Well, that gigantic bodyguard and a couple of your men showed up, and they were in there shooting. You could've AT LEAST locked the office door!"
"It wouldn't have done any good... Suoh has a key," Asami said as he took his drink and walked out of the kitchen.
Akihito's anger shot back up again. He growled and then stalked after Asami.
Asami was pulling the silver bucket down from the shelf. Akihito stopped in his tracks.
Oh crap...
Asami took the bucket and put it on the table next to the sofa. He sat down and looked at Akihito. "You took far too long to carry out this last slip. I'm going to draw mine now."
Akihito felt a pang of guilt but refused to let it show. "Sure, do whatever you want," he said. He quickly stuck his hand into the bucket before Asami could, stirred the slips around and then withdrew his hand. "Go ahead," he said, smirking at Asami.
Asami reached in and pulled out a folded slip. He opened and read it.
Asami looked up at Akihito with a small evil smile. "It's one of mine..."
Akihito took the slip from Asami and read it. "Prostitute and client..." He groaned. "I should've known you would come up with something like this."
"You forget that there was a 50% chance you could have drawn it."
"Yeah, well... I didn't!"
"How about this, Akihito- I'll let you choose what role you want to play in this situation."
"Really?!"
"Yes, but you only have 10 seconds to decide." Asami looked at his watch. "Starting now..."
"Wait! That... that's not enough time—"
"Seven seconds..."
Akihito thought the obvious thing to choose would be the "client", but then he wondered if it was a trick... and then he wondered if the the trick was a trick...
"Three... two... one—"
"CLIENT!" Akihito blurted out in panic. "I want to be the client!"
Asami was staring at him, his eyes glittering with amusement. Akihito quickly realized what the "trick" was.
It doesn't matter what role I pick... it's his turn, so either way he's still in charge.
Asami chuckled as he watched Akihito work it out.
"You bastard..." Akihito uttered with a huff.
Well... I passed up my chance to be in charge last time. Now I'll have to wait until it's my turn again...
An idea slowly formed in Akihito's mind. Maybe I don't have to wait...
"Asami, you said I could repeat one of the bucket list items whenever I wanted... right? I want to do THAT next."
Asami looked at him with interest. "Which one?"
Akihito flashed Asami an evil grin. "'The pervert at the park', but this time..." Akihito leaned forward and whispered in Asami's ear, "...I'll play the pervert..."
"You want to molest me at the park?" Asami said, with a hint of delight in his voice. "I can't wait..."
"However..." Asami said, taking the slip back from him, "I'm not going to wait while you stall again. I'm going to set a date for mine, so if you want to get yours in before then..."
"Oh... I won't be stalling this time. You'll see..."
. . . . .
. .
Next: "The Little Pervert at the Park"
And then...
"The Provocative Prostitute"
1) I sincerely apologize for taking so long with this. I was hit with writer's block (some of you might have noticed the title of this one kept changing), then a severe loss of confidence in my writing abilities. In any case, for better or worse, here it is.
2) The slip just drawn is Asami's entry, but Akihito will get to play out his repeat fantasy first. For those who want to see an index of the bucket list (who requested what, who drew it, comments, etc.) it's located in my profile. You know what else was located in my profile? A poll to let everyone choose which entry Akihito and Asami were going to repeat. Only three people voted, and of course it turned out to be a three-way tie...
3) By the way, that office in the warehouse is Suoh's...