Chapter 11: Sushi, Beer and a side order of Honesty.

Returning to present:

Akihito was very tired when he and Feilong returned to the hotel together. It had been a very long morning, and yes, Akihito did have sex with Asami. Many times. Over and over again. Oh, he'd missed that the most, but his emotions were in as much turmoil as ever. Asami had said the three words he'd thought he'd never say in a million, trillion years; my god, he was blushing just at the memory.

'Okay... what now? I've made plans to go out tonight with Ryuichi for sushi.' But, he was feeling somewhat pressured, and more than a little nauseated by some of the revelations of the day. And in the end, what were those two bastards' thoughts behind using him on their attack on Asami and Sion. Did they see him as... what? Just trash... collateral damage? A tool, to be used, or abused, then discarded?

Everything was moving far too swiftly for Akihito to think clearly. He hadn't, and wasn't, prepared for Asami's confession, which was mind blowing. Out of everything, Akihito wasn't ready to go back to how things were. Yes, Asami seemed to have changed, but for how long; did he mean what he'd said?! Unconsciously, he started to rub his shirt sleeves.

Tao had been watching Akihito carefully since they had returned to the hotel. Tao jumped on the bed beside Akihito and playfully tackled him, jarring him away from his thoughts. He could see Akihito was starting to spiral down again, and had distracted him.

Feilong and Tao felt sad about leaving. They had wanted to make sure Akihito was going to handle this "new" Asami the right way and vice versa. Feilong trusted Akihito, he had felt and seen the way Asami treated Akihito this morning was with understanding and caring, and he seemed more than willing to open himself up a lot more.

Akihito's mind was like a mouse on an exercise wheel; too much information taken in, plus Asami could always make Akihito lose his control either by teasing, or taunting him. Akihito was very surprised with this new, overtly romantic Asami. It was all or nothing with the Yakuza, be it possessive and controlling, or now, romantic and caring. Akihito blushed slightly, remembering again Asami's words and his confession of love to him, alone in the office. Asami had always controled the pace of their relationship, but was HE prepared for this...

With those thoughts going round and round in his head, Feilong and Tao had been a good distraction. But now, he was on his own, not comfortable with his ability to control Asami… well, not control him, but to slow down his pace and catch up. Yes, he wanted Asami, but Akihito also liked the new life he'd created for himself.

As Akihito watched the plane rise into the sky, he decided to cancel dinner with Asami. He needed more time, yes, more space... to come to terms with all this. Deep down, Akihito could see the two of them slowly, inevitably falling back into their old patterns. Akihito didn't want or need that; something had to change, but Akihito didn't know just what.

To Ryuichi:

From Kitten:

Ryuichi, have to cancel tonight, too tired. Need to think properly. Sorry, rain check.

Your Akihito.

Signaling for a taxi. Akihito decided that a very long hot bath and a good sleep might get him to think more clearly. Under his breath as he walked to his front door, he muttered "I will thoroughly decided tomorrow." Akihito closed the door, leaving the confusion of the day outside, behind him.

Reliving the morning's events, Asami had become upset seeing Akihito having a panic attack. 'Those bastards will pay.' Frowning, he looked over to the couch, his lips curling into a grin as he recalled when Akihito was on top of him, cheekily whispering in his ear "did you say you love me?" with a glint in his eyes. Mmm, he was delectable. Asami had missed him so much, and was ecstatic he was back, that the phrase "daisuke" (I love you) slipped out. Yes, he loved him, there was no denying it now. For the first time in a very long time, Asami was feeling relaxed as his thoughts kept drifting back to the sexy blonde he had 'had' in the office earlier.

As Asami's work day was finally came to a close, his thoughts were more on Akihito than the people who helped bring him home. Izaya, Mikhail and Feilong all became distant memories.

Asami was eager, a little too 'eager', (chuckling as he readjusted himself) to leave his office. As he was getting ready to go, he was felt his excitement grow, more than the usual for the past several years. He was looking forward to his dinner with Akihito, but mostly just to spend some quiet time together. They had so much to catch up on, three years he wanted to make up for. He had missed his alluring blond kitten, had missed so much time with Akihito. The thought of him ever leaving again would shatter his heart; it nearly did when he watched Akihito leave Sion with Feilong. Asami had subconsciously thought 'what if he runs again...' Asami had pushed that thought out of his mind, never had he second guessed himself, or Akihito's commitment to their relationship. His words were running around in Asami's head. "I am yours, Ryuichi."

When Asami's phone beeped, he read the text. At Akihito's 'rain check', his stomach churned. He closed his eyes, he'd thought everything was sorted with Akihito; he was so sure he would come home. Asami just stared at the message, reading it over and over again. Slowly, a rakish smile graced his face, as a suitable scenario came to mind. 'Well then, if Akihito won't come to me, I will just have to go to him and make him…. No, I'll have to persuade him to come home.' he decided as he picked up his coat to leave.

Akihito was out the bath. He had stayed in a little longer than he should have,, his thoughts were fixated on Asami: can he go back, is it love or possession, what am I, just a trophy?!

Coming out of the bedroom, a knock at the front door pulled him out of his contemplation. Clad in silk slacks and in the matching unbuttoned shirt, he checked the peep hole. It looked like the profile of a very tall alpha male, in a white shirt, and a pair of jeans that hugged his ass perfectly, his hair causally tousled, was standing on his doorstep. Butterflies were whirling away in his stomach again as he leaned his head against his door as if to hide. "Fuck me" he whispered. It was Asami, dressed in his 'oh, my fucking god, so melt-in-my-mouth' smexy way.

When he knocked again, Akihito jumped. Biting his lower lip, Akihito slowly opened the front door. Asami was pleasantly surprised when he saw Akihito in the doorway in an open shirt. "Do you always answer your door so... provocatively, Akihito?" he smiled, leaning in deliberately to purr in his ear, using his 'oh my sexy god smouldering low bedroom voice', making Akihito's neck hairs stand on end.

Akihito blushed and pulled shirt close. "What are you doin'... I cancelled…" he asked, somewhat flustered, with just a hint of 'annoyed' in his voice.

Akihito couldn't help but look at Asami, raking his eyes over his oh so… snap out of it Akihito, you're 26, not 16! But… he's so fucking doable… Akihito was deep in 'thought', looking at a very sensual, and very hot Asami. Said sex-on-a-stick walked into his house, bearing gifts of a sixpack of beer in one hand and a platter of his favorite sushi in the other. "Hey, what are you doing here?" he asked in a daze as Asami handed the beer over for Akihito to hold.

"I have come to have a beer, eat sushi, and watch one of your trashy movies. I think it's called a date" he said, walking further into the living room.

"O-oh..." Akihito's heart beat in double time. This was a rare occurrence, but the odd time when it did happen… he swallowed roughly, remembering the fireworks Asami'd organized just for him, his heart fluttering, (fuckin' hell, Akihito... you ARE a 16 year old... bollocks) and blushing a deeper rose, he closed the front door.

Akihito politely offered Asami a seat, as he took the sushi off of him and walked into the kitchen, putting the beer in the fridge, and the sushi on the side.

Akihito sat opposite Asami, waiting for a proper explanation to his huffed "why?" as he folded his arms, accidentally showing some bare chest again.

"I understand you cancelled, as you needed time to think, but I wanted some quality time with you. So, I can help plate up the food, have a beer with you and watch a movie... nothing else." Asami's tone was straight forward..

Asami was desperately trying to keep his eyes on Akihito's face, not on his smooth bare chest, which was just screaming to be touched. Akihito was suspicious, all he could mutter was "huh." Asami just raised an eyebrow, a look which he interpreted as legitimate surprise, making Akihito feeling slightly guilty; maybe Asami was here just for company. Akihito nodded, as he stood up to move into the kitchen.

"Okay, Ryuichi... fine, a date. I will fix the food, you can put the movie in the DVD player; its over there." As Akihito smiled, his mind turned to mush as he peeked over to see Asami gracefully bend down to put the DVD in, fuck his ass is so firm in those jean, fuck he so damn hot, I am 100% positive he did this on purpose, he knew I always found him sexier when he's wearing causal clothes, and he especially loved his hair when it looked disheveled. Shaking his head, he chastised himself for the umpteenth time: 'be a man Akihito, you ain't a hormonal teenager, get a grip'.

Akihito walked to and fro, setting the table in front of the couch, grabbing the beer, and sitting close to Asami to watch his gory movie. Asami watched Akihito closely, he knew every time Akihito blushed he was thinking about him. Asami grinned, knowing that yes, he did dressed for Akihito. He knew it would make Akihito think dirty thoughts about him. Just as he thought how Akihito was sexy looking now, agitated, with his bare chest on show. Then Asami was chastising himself when he realised HE was acting like a 16 years old. Justifying his actions with 'it couldn't be helped, Akihito was his, he wanted him back.' Tonight was more a test for him and his self control. He knew Akihito was feeling insecure, panicked and pressured about what had happened today at Sion. Asami knew deep down they had more in common then their perfect sex.

They drank, ate and Akihito moved closer to Asami, his head resting on his shoulder. Asami smiled lightly, he had so missed this. Akihito was feeling like he had this morning: safe, comfortable, maybe just a little bit scared. Asami hadn't tried anything all evening, they just sat and watched the movie with some small talk. Akihito was happy, this was nice; better even than before.

When Asami noticed Akihito had finished his first beer, however, he switched bottles with him. Akihito was puzzled, but shrugged his shoulders, thinking he must have been mistaken. Asami moved to grab another couple of bottles. Asami slowly sipped his drink, while Akihito distracted himself with the movie; when Akihito was halfway through his beer Asami switched bottles again. He wasn't trying to get Akihito drunk, per se, but making it easier to lower Akihito's guard more. Alcohol-wise, Akihito was a light weight, but an honest drunk, so "tipsy" was the word, just to open him up a little more, to let himself in.

Sometime through the second movie, Akihito had slipped onto Asami lap, he tucked his head between his neck and chin and pulled his legs closer. Asami tenderly smiled. He really was a kitten, his breathing was steady, and felt like a purr against his chest. Seriously, Akihito was oblivious to how adorable he really was. Asami wrapped an arm around his back and put his hand on Akihito's hip, his other hand on Akihito's thigh, and he slowly stroked his kitten. This felt like home. Asami could spend eternity just like this. He put his head on top of Akihito's, breathing in his unique scent

"Ryuichi..." he whispered shyly, "what is it you want from me...?" Asami continued gently resting his cheek on Akihito's head. Giving a small kiss on his head, he spoke, low and seductively. Asami's voice resonated through Akihito's body.

"You." Came the reply. Asami felt Akihito tense slightly. "Akihito...I want you to come home where you have always belonged." As he kissed his head again, Akihito sighed and cuddled further into him.

"We can't go back, Ryuichi. We're different people, now, wanting different things." Akihito felt like crying, not sure if he was saying what he truly believed, but needing it to be said out loud.

Asami nuzzled him, his warm breath flowing through Akihito's hair, trickling down his neck. Oh, this moment was so beautiful, he could fall apart with the intensity of the emotions he was feeling with that very small gesture.

"Akihito...can I explain something that...I needed to say to you sooner, about what we were, what we are, will you listen to me... and not try to run. Please, just listen to everything I have to say" Asami pauses "it's like my… confession." Akihito shifted slightly in nervousness.

As he opened his mouth, Akihito hesitated. "O...okay..." Akihito, turned to grab the remote and paused the movie.

"First things first, the past... our first encounter. It was just meant to punish you, however, somewhere in that moment my, body started to move on its own. I realised I was having sex with you, which wasn't the intent at all of that night. I lost control; you made ME lose control..." Asami could sense Akihito was feeling uncomfortable. He squeezed him tighter, trying to make him feel secure.

He whispered into his hair "Just listen, okay? Will you do that for me… please?" Akihito nodded slowly.

"You did something to me that night, you changed me... it scared me, more than you know, but I put it down to a flight of fancy. Time moved on, and I would think that I was starting to forget about you, maybe likewise with you... then I bumped into you in the street. Again, I hid behind my indifference, but you made me feel something I could not understand... that's why I came by your place at 3 a.m. in the rain, you were like a reoccurring itch I had to scratch." Asami hand smoothly caressed Akihito's thigh and waist, trying to keep Akihito grounded so he wouldn't just jump off and run.

"After, when you asked me 'are you leaving', reaching out to me, I nearly turned around and said 'no'... Again, the thought of us together terrified me, so I gave a snarky comment... I apologize, I realised then, in that moment, you were always going to be more than a one night stand. You were becoming something terrifying, so I just hid behind sarcasm and cold remarks." Asami could feel an ache in his heart.

"Yes, I won't deny that I enjoyed winding you up, because you would always jump to the wrong conclusions, and I let you... But, that night you came to the hotel to beg for help to save your friends, you…" Asami, shuddered, squeezing him tighter.

"You broke me. My world crumbled, my feelings ran wild, I nearly gave you what you wanted. As you stormed away, I tried to explain what you were asking of me. I asked you to choose between killing your friends, or a lot of strangers. I was angry, not with you, but with myself 'cause right there, I would have given it all for you..." Akihito tensed, realising Asami was being honest, remembering his words… 'he felt they were directed at him, but he was trying to protect me'.

"You told me I had no kind of value" he whispered into his neck.

"Yes, I did. I lied, it was..." pausing for a moment, as he still caressed Akihito. "It was my lie, to myself. I believed if you thought I was using you, maybe I could keep you safe... Feilong already though he could use you to get to me, and he was right. So, when you surrendered yourself to me, giving yourself willing... I knew I could never let you go, ever, my existence was you, and you were the only one I needed to keep safe. Of course, it backfired; you were too stubborn, you need to save your friends, and I needed to protect you."

Akihito brain felt like it was tilting, trying to catch up, trying to understand Asami's words. But, there were no hidden meanings, these were raw emotions. Tears started to drip down his face. Asami held him tighter still, feeling his shirt getting damp.

"Feilong took you. I had failed to protect you... I was shot for failing in my duty." Akihito sniffed, rubbing away a few tears.

"But I got you back... I knew I wasn't ever letting go. Again, my stubborn Akihito mistook what I was saying, and I let you, you weren't ready. I wasn't ready for what our relationship was, so I played your game. I teased and taunted you, even while I said I cared for you. You called me a villain, you wouldn't listen, so I tried using sex to make you understand that I wanted you. I used sex to make you crave only me, I marked you to your bones, that you, no matter what you'd do, you would always come flying back, only to me. It worked. I made you addicted to me; however, my need to carve myself into your soul was like a door it opens both ways. I also carved you deeper into my soul. I became so addicted to you and your fire. But you were young and reckless, and it infuriated me each time you did something stupid, and got injured. I got angry, not at you, at me for failing again and again in not being able to protect you." Akihito lifted his head and looked at Asami's face, his eyes soft, flickering with sadness. Akihito stroked his cheek. Asami just closed his eyes.

"Let me finish, Kitten... please." Akihito smoothly moved his head back onto the yakuza's neck, staring up enough to watch his lips move.

"Then Sudou Shuu happened. You recklessly tried to help me by engaging with that club owner Sak..." Asami refused say his name.

Akihito stiffened, knowing that Asami knew what happen between him and that fucking idiot. Akihito started shaking, unable to control his breathing. He was going into full panic mode, 'Asami, he's going to kill me, this was his intention all along…' Akihito mind and body started struggling, trying to pull away. Asami's grip hardened.

"Akihito" his was tone firm. "Akihito... Kitten, listen" his voice was still firm, but softer. "Listen to me, please, I'm begging you. Akihito, breathe with me, slowly."

Akihito's was breathing fast and shallow, he was being held tight against Asami's broad, hard chest. Akihito could feel Asami's heartbeat, it was beating slow and steady. "Akihito, listen to me, we promised each other truth and honesty" Akihito lifted slightly so he could see Asami's eyes; they were calm, warm. Akihito couldn't see or feel any hate in them.

Akihito squeaked "I did... I'm sorry... it was a mistake... I never intended", his breath catching. Asami rubbing his back and thigh, trying to relax him again.

"I know Akihito, I know you didn't, and wouldn't try to hurt me. It's forgiven and forgotten, it's in the past, okay; just listen, alright?" Asami's eyes were pleading.

Akihito nodded, slowly returning to curling up against his chest. His breathing started to ease, and as soon as Asami felt Akihito relax into him, he took a breath, and carried on.

"Then that other Suduo incident...you were taken AGAIN...I felt I needed to lock you up, for my peace of mind... not because you were some possession or property. I wanted you to be safe, to stop you from hurting yourself anymore... But something changed in you that night, I didn't understand why. I just knew you were different. It was the first time that you kissed me. Not the other way around." Asami beamed at the memory, while Akihito blushed. "I wasn't going to say no; maybe you were letting me in, after so long?" Asami was now barely stroking Akihito's arm. It was soothing, but sent impulses to Akihito's other head.

"Akihito... your value..." lifting Akihito's chin so he'd look into his eyes, "your value... since the night you jump off Sion's roof…" Asami closed his eyes. When he opened them again, Akihito could see twin fires burning inside them; deep, hell fires of madness.

"Your value has alway been priceless... I would burn Tokyo to the ground if you asked me to. I have, and I would kill for you again, ONLY. YOU. Can you understand my dilemma? It's you... you are everything to me, you hold me in the palm of your hand, you can command me to do your bidding. Can you see how terrified I was, and still am, to let you know the power you have over me?" Akihito was breathless. He felt it as Asami opened his heart as wide as it could, enveloping him, and locking him deep inside, so deep he could never hope to escape.

Akihito shifted so he was straddling Asami lap. Moving slightly, Akihito's heartbeat was pulsing faster, he grabbed the back of Asami's neck, pulling him closer to his lips. Akihito whispered "MINE". It was all he could say, as he pushed his lips against Asami 's mouth, no resistance, no hesitation, just understanding, just love. Asami's grip tightened, and held on. As the need for oxygen took hold, Akihito smiled as he looked at Asami. "Thank you" was all he said. This was what Akihito needed, the truth, unadulterated honesty. Akihito felt dizzy, overcome with all of his emotions and sudden tiredness. Then, in the next moment Akihito just collapsed.

When Akihito awoke, he was disoriented. The night had been a blur, but he remembered it all, everything that was said, everything that was felt. He became aware that he was naked, and there was a wall of warm, delicious skin lying next to him. Akihito realised for the first time, that Asami always held on to him in his sleep, never letting go, making sure he was safe beside him. Akihito traced his fingers over every line of muscle from Asami's shoulder up, then gracefully tracing his chest, down over his abs, to the " v" cut below his navel. Ghostly soft finger tips touched every part of the body against his. As his hand trailed back up to the neck, Akihito's eyes met with golden eyes staring at him. Akihito smiled, Asami looked too amused.

Within seconds, Akihito was on his back. Asami bit his Akihito's neck and whispered "Have you any classes at the university today?" as he admired the bite mark appearing on Akihito's skin.

"No" Akihito said, catching his breath as he shook his head.

"Good, then I shall carry on" Asami rumbled as he waited for Akihito to acquiesce. Akihito beamed, and managed to wriggle free enough from Asami to find leverage, then flip him onto his back.

Asami's pupils dilated, a look of lust making his eyes hazy. He was momentarily astounded at Akihito again as he planted hard nips and kisses down Asami's body. When he reached his navel, Akihito looked up. Asami's eyes were black with pupils, he so wanted this; huh, they both did. Akihito gave him a saucy smile, then engulfed his large penis, straight down his throat. Asami's breath hitched as his body jerked. Looking down into Akihito's smouldering eyes, for the first time in forever, Asami found himself grasping for his self-control. The hot, warm mouth moved slowly, allowing Akihito to curl his tongue in quick twists upward around the smooth hardness inside it. When he reached the glans, he lightly gripped the flared edge of the head with his teeth as he started to mercilessly use the tip and sides of his tongue to lick, and rub, and swipe up to the tip, circling then dipping into the small opening there, only to release his teeth and swirl suddenly down to the base of Asami's shaft. Gripping gently with his teeth again, he began to rise back up to the tip, rocking his head from side to side, just to suck hard on the head for several moments, and plunge back down the shaft. As he continued to torment Asami, he'd look up through his lidded eyes to check on his progress. Every white-knuckled grip of bed sheets, every stretch of tendon and muscle, every toe curl of pleasure made him move a little faster. What really spurred him on was Ryu's sweaty shivers and the tense lines that appeared on that gorgeous face, only to slide away with the next breathy moan. It was Akihito's own groans around his shaft that finally caused his lover's muscles to tense up. As Asami's gasped out loud, Akihito swallowed him down his throat again, earning a curse from Asami. Panting hard, he moaned "l-I'm cumming... Akihito." As his name slipped out, warm liquid slid down Akihito's throat, and he swallowed everything. Waiting until Asami's orgasmis tremors slowed, he shifted himself off, and looked up at Asami, who reached down to pull him up into a kiss. Oh, how he'd missed this, everything his Akihito had to offer. He would never, couldn't ever let him go. Akihito could read his thoughts. "Mine" was all Akihito said, smiling his radiant smile.

"You naughty kitten" he laughed as he flipped Akihito on his back again, making sure this time he was pinned properly, and couldn't move. "You, and I, are staying, in bed, all day, I hope, you know... my. Cute. Aki-hi-to" he said, every pause caused by a sharp nip down his boy's neck to his chest. As his lips circled around Akihito's nipple, a moan escaped. "I am going to tease you, taunt you, and be the sadistic bastard you know, Akihito. That is who I am, and I will always give you everything you desire..." Asami breathed "ai shiteru" (I am in love with you). Then,"MINE" he growled, biting his nipple hard then soothing the sting away with his tongue.

Akihito growled back softly. Akihito knew what he meant, he wasn't going to change this man, this was who he was, nor would he want to. But, he made sure that Akihito would NEVER, EVER again doubt his place in Asami's world. Akihito, right at the moment he heard him whisper "ai shiteru" broke, letting everything go: years of distrust, insecurity, pain. Tears fell like a Spring rain; Asami Ryuichi was his, and no one else's.

.

Akihito's heart beat skipped, tears cascading down his cheeks, his breathing increased. Asami was leaving a trail of love bites from his chest down to his hip bone, "Ryuichi..." he gasped "I will give you, your everything" Akihito panted out. He now understood what those words meant, that Asami told him in Bali. As he lifted his chin to look at him, Asami's smile was glorious. Akihito had never see that face before. Asami was captivating him with his words and actions, and Akihito realised he was ensnared. The freedom he always demanded was given away at that moment, freely to this man, as Asami's freedom was given to him. Akihito also knew that they would never tire of trying to captivate each other's hearts.