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Chapter 21: Fallout
As soon as Izaya bolted, Kirishima went on high alert. That troublemaker might be ten pounds of trouble in a five pound bag, but he was still Asami-sama's kin. Suoh had been coordinating the joint Sion/Baishe attempt to track down Akihito and Tao since the disastrous conclusion to what had been a stress-free evening.
Kirishima, as well as the remaining Baishe guards, had carefully ignored the fact that Feilong had been enthusiastically berating Asami in several different languages since the boys departure. As soon as Akihito left, Kirishima had a feeling he had done it more to piss off Asami in retaliation for his behavior with that prick Keel, and that Akihito would be found back at the penthouse after cooling off. However, Izaya running scared at Keel's presence was a whole different ball game.
Later that night Kirishima informed Asami and Feilong the moment he got a text that the boys were safe and back in their own hotel rooms. Within seconds Asami was bidding good night to the pair who had kept vigil with him in the hotel cigar lounge, both parties moving as quickly as decorum allowed towards the elevators leading to their hotel suites to have a few words with their own personal juvenile delinquent. The family dinner had gone surprisingly well until Keel had shown up, sparking Akihito's displeasure with his antics, causing him to use Feilong and Yoh the way he did in retaliation.
After that, the boys disappearance, and the inability of both groups' men to find them just seemed to be par for the course that day. If anything, Asami's greater concern was Izaya's own wild escape, which in his mind was much more worrying. Izaya was frightening, but Asami had thought whatever he was afraid of hadn't been invented yet. Asami sighed, thinking even the Devil Himself was nervous about what Izaya had on Him, so why would the sight of Julius disturb Izaya at all? Questions needed to be answered, but most important of all right now, he needed to speak with his kitten.
In the elevator, it looked to Asami that the question of the night was Julius Keel: what was he up to? Like himself, Keel was driven with a need for supremacy, as well as personal power and the finer things in life that went with them. Keel had wanted him since university, but he didn't have any need for a relationship, he'd been happy with the long list of flings he'd had, and planned to continue that way. It was never part of his plan to marry or have a live-in lover, that was unthinkable. His business was dangerous enough without that complication, and there hadn't been anyone who had made him want to be with someone on a regular basis... until the night a cheeky brat who wasn't afraid of him insulted him and his men to their faces then jumped off the roof of Sion.
Feilong had been raucously vocal on how Asami had mistreated Akihito that evening. It had taken everything in him not to try and maim him, just for old times sake. Yoh had behaved impeccably, correctly interpreting the 'I swear I will kill him if you don't shut him up' look he'd shot him after Feilong had discarded both Mandarin and Cantonese, and had started cursing him out in Russian. He had smoothly intervened, cutting into the jangling flow of consonants making up the derogatory slang being used and redirecting the rant away from his "thoughtless behaviour", and more towards what was taking "their" men so long to find "his" boys. He'd actually missed Yoh these past few years he had decided to remain with Feilong and Baishe: he was smart, competent, and reminded him of a somewhat younger version of himself at times. Tonight, Yoh was being the diplomatic go-between for the man he had formerly worked so diligently for, and the one he was so utterly smitten with now. Asami had also noticed throughout dinner how Yoh was quite relaxed with Akihito despite their past, who seemed to love them all. That, more than anything was the reason why Feilong retired for the night unscathed; no matter how tempting the equation of Feilong's ass plus a bullet equaling immediate stress relief might have been.
Asami stopped outside the suite door as something niggled at his mind: Akihito didn't know about the room being reserved for the night, and certainly didn't have his own keycard to get inside. Carefully, he took his gun from his shoulder holster before he swiped his keycard and pushed open the suite door. Expecting a spitting mad Akihito hissing at him, instead it was quiet inside the dimly lit sitting room. Slipping his firearm back into its holster, he took his jacket off and loosened his tie as he walked over to the bedroom door. Glancing at the table overflowing with pastries, a dessert cheese and fruit tray and other treats to go with the chilled Champagne he'd had Kirishima order in passing, the fact that the sweets remained unravaged, no matter how pissed his kitten was, made him think that Akihito had been unconscious when he had dropped off in the suite.
Listening for a moment outside the door, he quietly opened it to find Akihito breathing quietly, passed out in bed. Any previous grievance evaporated as Asami looked down at him, carefully moving a few stray hairs away from his closed eyes, then softly caressed his face, trailing his fingertips down his neck and over his collarbone. Noticing Akihito seemed at least partially undressed, he gently moved the covers down, revealing a semi nude Akihito, with nothing but crime scene tape protecting his modesty, here and there; and a set of police binders securely holding his arms together in front of him. Never one to question where quality gift handcuffs came from, Asami removed the cuff keys that was sitting beside the discarded chocolate wrappers off of the pillow, and grinned like the Big Bad Wolf as he undid his tie and pulled it off.
Asami then slipped his hand into his dress pants pocket, pulling out Akihito's cuff and rings. He carefully replaced the cuff back onto Akihito's wrist where it belonged. Catching the light from the low side table, Asami admired the cold gleam of the new platinum cuff he had replaced the metal cuff with. Akihito had been reluctant to accept it, barking about the ring alone being far too expensive for a lowly teacher intern's pay. Asami reminded Akihito of the silver bangle (complete with a tracking device he didn't need to know about) that he had given him as a birthday gift years ago.
Akihito's skin was allergic to the alloys sterling silver used to protect it from oxidation, so while Asami was pleased he had the best excuse in the world to buy him fine jewelry, Akihito had bitched. It had amused Asami somewhat that even if his boy's budget dictated cheapness, Akihito's body had exquisite taste, so a bit of persuasive foreplay had worked wonders. A worn out but well satisfied Akihito had finally relented. Asami had also gone to great lengths to make sure his kitten hadn't heard about Argentium silver's hypoallergenic properties, either.
Leaving a tender kiss on Akihito's wrist, he then lifted the blond's left hand and carefully slipped the engagement ring back on first, then held Tao's dragon weave band nestled in his palm, admiring it. They're gold hues had a warm glow in the hotel suite's soft light; it even felt like it was skin temperature as he placed it next on the right hand ring finger. It looked lovely on Akihito's strong, slender digit. He kissed Akihito's knuckles, then both of his wrists, continuing up his arm, over his shoulder, along the collarbone and up Akihito's throat until he reached his kitten's lips. He gently gripped Akihito's chin enough to lift his lips closer. As Asami began to kiss him, Akihito was sluggish to respond in his slumbering state. When Asami moved on to his ear, he bit down. Hard.
Akihito yelled at being so rudely awakened. "Fuck! What was that for..." his boy grumbled, attempting to coordinate moving his hands to cover his ear while looking up at Asami with a sleepy scowl. Asami chuckled, then pinned Akihito's hands above his head by the handcuff chain.
"Well my little kitten, where should I begin? One, you compared yourself to a whore." Firmly nipping Akihito's ear again, Asami continued. "Two, the way you kissed Feilong... I haven't even started processing that one yet, Kitten" he warned, moving on to biting Akihito's neck. "Three, running off... again" he scowled, nipping his collarbone bone. "Four, taking your engagement ring and cuff off" he growled, bitting down on Akihito's shoulder, hard. "And five... and this one is the most important one… why are you naked, wrapped in police tape…?" Looking Akihito level in the eyes now, Asami could actually see Akihito's brain trying to jumpstart itself amidst the alcoholic fumes to comprehend what he'd said. When he saw the lights finally come back on in Akihito's eyes, he settled down to wait, chin resting on the mattress, face partially hidden by his head nestled in his crossed arms, only his intense golden eyes visible, focused on his lover.
He didn't have to wait long: the blond reached up to scratch his head and realised his wrists were bound together. With that Akihito squeaked as he wriggled around on the bed to see how he was dressed. Realising what he was trussed up in, and what parts were covered, he blushed furiously and groaned. "Oh..."
"Oh...? Is that all you can say, Kitten?" One of Asami's hands moved over the edge of the police tape covering Akihito's nipples. "I must say, Akihito, I do find this attire quite a turn on." Asami's hand moved slowly down the boy's torso, feeling Akihito stomach muscles twitch as he ran his fingers over the ticklish area there. His hand carried on its journey to the second patch of tape hanging low on his hips, just covering up Akihito's pubic area. Asami eyes filled with hunger as Akihito lay there, shivering and squirming.
"Asami..." He wasn't allowed to finish as Asami kissed his Akihito, hot and ready.
Akihito was now fully awake, however, his mind was floundering around in sensations and growing desire. Asami's voice was low and husky, his long fingers gliding back and forth over Akihito's smooth naked skin. He picked up his silk tie, using Akihito's already bound wrists to his advantage as he knotted one end to the bed's headboard, and tied the other end around the chain. Asami purred, teasing the police tape down from around the boy's chest while softly brushing his nipples with his fingertip. "Mmm…, having you already restrained saves us a lot of time I can devote to other things…" Sliding the tape off his torso, he grinned wickedly when he discovered the plastic ribbon covering his boy's chest was actually two long pieces. Humming his approval, he began trailing his moist tongue in a long figure eight around the blond's nipples, across his chest, every orbit tightening around the boy's pink areolas.
Akihito was already beyond caring, he just wanted action, and he wanted Ryu. If it happened to erase the image of another man kissing his lover better than the alcohol hadn't, so much the better. As Ryuichi's knowledgeable tongue finally slid over a hard nub and began torturing it with wet licks and nibbling teeth and cool breath blowing over it, Aki pulled against his bound wrists, not worrying about any red marks he was leaving behind.
Asami glanced up at his boy's face as he moved on to torment the other nipple, gauging his reaction. 'Not quite yet…' he decided, and started mauling that defenceless bit of flesh. The gasps and breathy moans as the blond tried to move beneath him told him his efforts were appreciated. Taking in his lover's appearance, the eyes closed tight and a light sheen of sweat starting to form over his face and neck, he judged it was just about time.
Sliding down the young man's body, leaving a trail of nips and kisses behind him, Asami reached where the long legs met his hips. Continuing down one leg, he moved his hand to close around an ankle as he moved the limb aside, taking his time licking the ticklish back of Akihito's knee.
As he finished kissing and nibbling the top of his foot, he looped the tape around the ankle, tied it off so it wouldn't tighten no matter how his boy twisted, pulled or struggled, then moved upwards again, kissing and licking his way back to the top of his hip, then started across his belly toward the other hip, all the while watching the other's panting, flushed face and blurred blue eyes track his movement.
When he paused a moment at Akihito's shaft, he waited until his blue eyes focused on him before he continued his teasing, smirking as he merely rubbed the side of the aroused length with his cheek and planting a soft, barely there kiss on the tip before continuing down the other leg. Satisfied with the soft groan of disappointment he heard, he licked circles down the other leg as he slowly pushed it aside as well.
Once it was secured, he moved back up again to the neglected appendage, nuzzling it, giving it little kisses and tender licks, eliciting gasps and moans as Akihito tossed his head back, immobilized yet still trying to squirm about. 'Almost there...' Asami's eyes glittered darkly as he bent over Akihito's cock, taking the head into his mouth and teasing him further by first rubbing his tongue around it, then breathing over it. A strangled moan from the tense, straining body beneath him signalled what he'd been waiting for. Abruptly Asami got up and exited the room, slamming the door loudly behind him.
About an hour later, Asami knocked on the door before entering the bedroom again, holding a tray with a selection of pastries, fruit, a pair of champagne flutes and the ice bucket complete with chilled bottle tucked under his arm. Akihito, clearly still miffed at the near fatal titillate-and-run incident (as soon as he realised that Asami had bailed on him, he'd been ready to fucking kill him) glared at the ceiling as his fiancé walked by the bed and set his armload down on the bedside stand. Asami stayed quiet as he arranged the ice bucket, crystal and tray to be in easy reach of the bed. Turning back to the very restrained blond, he opened his mouth to say something when his kitten spoke.
"I'm sorry, Ryu. It was stupid of me to have freaked out at dinner and taken off like that. I saw a stranger kissing you, talking like he had a history with you, and for someone who doesn't have a problem making people disappear, you seemed to be putting up with it pretty well. I've been stressed for awhile now and lost it over some giant Viking-looking asshole, and took it all out on you. And I didn't stop and think about it when Tao came after me. I screwed up. I apologize."
Asami cocked his head, regarding Akihito for several heartbeats. His little lover never ceased to surprise him. Reaching over to softly outline the boy's upper lip with his thumb, he leaned over to place a kiss on Akihito's forehead, whispering he'd be right back then got up and left the bedroom, grabbed a bottle of chilled Kona Nigari Water from the bar fridge, and came back to the bed, sitting down facing Akihito.
Pouring the water into a glass, he then moved a hand behind the blond's head, lifted it slightly and offered him a drink from the cup. After he sipped down the outrageously expensive libation, Asami put the glass down, and reached into the ice bucket, putting a handful of ice cylinders into the glass for later.
Picking up a strawberry, he dangled it over his boy's lips, murmuring "Eat some, it will help with your hangover later." As his boy opened his mouth, Asami held it by the very end of the stem so the blond's teeth could bite into it while still keeping his fingers safely out of reach of any "accidental" nips. Blue eyes sized up where his fingers were to the millimetre, then flicked up to meet golden ones, both of them sharing a playful, knowing look before biting into the berry. Then picking up a small bunch of seedless grapes, Asami plucked one with his lips, waiting until Akihito huffed and rolled his eyes before opening his mouth for Asami to pass him the fruit while stealing a kiss. As his blond started to munch on the grape, golden eyes studied his face, and asked "What have you been stressed about?"
Opening his mouth for another grape flavoured kiss, he chewed and swallowed it before answering. "Well, the wedding, for one: first getting engaged so quickly after we got back together, then having it delayed. Getting stabbed, staying in the hospital, then working to minimize any damage in rehab. Feeling like I'm the only thing keeping you and Feilong from tearing each other apart every ten minutes you're together, even while I AM what's bringing you two together. My teaching internship at the university. The first time we all get together to relax and try to have a casual visit over a meal, I go and have a meltdown, drag Tao along for the ride and I'm guessing Feilong probably had a raging fit. Now gimme some more grapes before I overthink this too and have an aneurism."
Asami looked unhappily at him, feeding him another grape with his fingers this time, and shook his head. "And you've been holding all this in? Kitten, that's why I depend on Kirishima and Suoh, so I don't have to handle everything all by myself. I have them, you have your friends, Tao had Feilong, he has Yoh, and now we'll all have each other's backs. And if all else fails, no matter what, you and I have each other. So, this morning we'll have breakfast with our Chinese part of the family, clear up any misunderstandings, make any needed amends, and go forward as planned, as a united front. Now, do you need something more to eat or drink? Because I feel like I want some 'dessert' now."
Akihito grinned and shook his head, shuffling around into a slightly more comfy spot as he watched Asami slowly unbuttoned his shirt after removing his cuff links and watch, letting it hang open after partially rolling up his sleeves as he got up to remove his shoes. Turning back to the bed, he paused and stretched, enjoying how those blue eyes were hungrily going over every square inch of his visible chest, like his kitten was inspecting his own personal property.
Giving Asami a coy smile, he gave a slight toss of his head as an invitation to come closer. With a deep chuckle, Asami moved back towards the bed as he slowly undid his belt buckle, then unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly part way down. Back at the side of the bed, Asami pulled a small, elegant straight razor from his pants pocket, and after opening out the elegantly scroll-worked surgical steel blade, slid the flat blade down to the boy's temporary plastic underwear.
Sliding the blade beneath the police tape band around Akihito's hips, he pulled the knife away first from one leg joint, then the other, in a smooth motion, letting the sharp edge slice through the overlapping layers without any resistance.
Folding the blade back into its long black walnut wood handle, he slid it back into his pocket then palmed a couple of tidbits from the tray before unzipping his pants the rest of the way and letting then slide over his hips and down his muscular legs to end up in a pile on the floor. Stepping out of them, clad only in his open shirt and boxer briefs, he kneeled astride Akihito's prone form, resting lightly on his blond's thighs while he took his time, checking out the body beneath him.
Licking his lips, he put a couple of blackberries in his mouth to crush before bending down to capture Akihito's lips in a searing kiss, the tart flavour accenting the ravaging tongue in his mouth, making him moan softly.
As Asami continued his assault, his fingers explored the blond tresses before trailing down the side of his long, creamy neck to his chest. Lightly flicking a nipple with his fingernail several times, he took another blackberry and squeezed it between his fingers, smearing the juicy pulp over and around the nipple he was tormenting.
Lifting away from the heated lips panting beneath his, Asami took in his face a moment before dipping his head to the boy's chest and began lapping up the berry. Akihito shivered and gasped as the hot tongue eagerly cleaned up the dark mess. He struggled to move, arching his back, unconsciously trying to offer up more of himself to his lover. The yakuza responded with a deep rumble from his chest, before first sucking hard on the nipple, then nipping harder on the rosy bud, feeling his kitten moan and shudder.
Removing himself from over top of his boy, he plucked one of the sweating ice cylinders from the glass and ran it over Akihito's lips, down his chin and let it gently skim down the length of his neck. Sliding it over the lithe chest as he reclined at Akihito's side, Asami took in the lidded eyes, the flared nostrils, the rapid breathing. Teasing the previously unmolested nipple with the ice, he watched the boy try to pull against his restraints as the cold rubbed against the sensitive flesh. Asami leaned over to lick the meltwater from the blond's areola, the contrast between cold ice and hot tongue making the over-sensitive boy yip in shock as he tried to levitate off the bed.
Asami's own need was becoming more insistent as his lover gasped and moaned, writhing within his restraints. Taking another piece of ice from the cup with his other hand, he let both hands slowly trace their frozen way down the chest, over his kitten's stomach muscles and along the inside of Akihito's hip bones. One of the pieces went to circle underneath the boy's balls while the other lightly traced Akihito's arousal. The moans and gasps were getting louder as Asami decided to abandon those melted blobs and got a new, larger pair of ice chunks to play with. Slipping them into his mouth, Asami then swallowed Akihito's hard on down in one go.
His kitten's reaction was immediate: his tensed body convulsed, his head was thrown back as his eyelids tore open and he screamed as he simultaneously tried to pull away from/push further into the conflicting pleasures of heat and cold. Asami stayed still, hands holding onto the sides of Akihito's hips as he pushed himself deeper up into the hot mouth, only to shy away from the sudden touches of cold, and the tongue that first worried the tender tip of his cock, then tried to worm its way into the sensitive slit there.
Removing himself from his boy, Asami swallowed down the cool water and precum in his mouth as he got up long enough to rid himself of his underwear and shirt, then select one final piece of ice. Letting it trail down from the underside of Akihito's cock, over his sack, then down to the tightly clenched swirl, Asami lightly brushed it against his entrance. His boy was acting delirious, heaving and moaning, gasping and panting like he had been running a marathon, flat out.
Holding the tormenting cold cylinder against the opening with his thumb and middle finger, Asami watched it disappear into his body as he pushed it down with his index finger. When he barely had anything to hold onto, he allowed the boy's muscles to force it out, just to push it back in again, repeating the action over and over as Akihito whimpered, shuddering at all the overwhelming sensations.
When there was only a thin core of ice left, Asami pushed it in past the ring of muscles with his digit, then proceeded to add a second finger to fuck his moaning blond, needing to be inside him but willing to cling onto his control long enough to prep him so he wouldn't be hurt. At least, that was his plan, until whatever was left of Akihito's conscious mind decided he'd had enough of waiting and started trying to forcefully buck back onto those probing fingers. Asami's control snapped as he withdrew from his lover, pushed himself up over the blond's body, lined up his hard eager cock with the boy's hole and sank into his body. The familiar hot channel had a trapped layer of cool water within it that momentarily shocked Asami as he plunged through it, letting the tightly clenching muscles from Akihito's orgasm hijack his already tattered self control and drag him into his own release as well. Asami shuddered, gasping at his unexpected orgasm. He watched his boy go limp, fluttering eyelashes finally closed with a deep sigh. Pulling out, Asami breathed deep a couple of times before getting up from the bed, walking quietly to the ensuite bathroom and dampening a washcloth. Taking a face cloth with him, he cleaned and dried his kitten, then himself, before removing the restraints and unlocking the handcuffs. He watched Akihito as he curled up in a ball, shivering slightly, arms hugging himself.
Deciding to run a hot bath to warm the blond up, he covered Akihito in a sheet before returning to the bathroom, closing the door and turning on the hot water to fill the large soaker tub. Asami judged it was a fair size, spacious for two, it could comfortably fit four if they were well acquainted (and didn't want bubbles). Snickering at the thought, he tested the temperature in the tub, adjusting the flow of cold water to make his smaller lover warm and comfy.
Just as he shut the water off, he felt a small band of soft steel wrap around his upper neck and tighten. Tensing his muscles, he realised someone had come up behind him, expertly slipped the crook of their elbow between his Adam's apple and his chin, locking their arm around his neck and squeezing against his airway as another arm clamped behind his neck in a sleeper hold. About the surge up, throw off his attacker and fight to protect his fiancé from any threat, he stopped when a strong leg dug it's knee into the small of his back, pushing his pelvis forward while pulling his chest and shoulders backwards. As he tried to pull air in, a voice softly tickled his ear. "Ryuichi. as much as I love you, understand this: if I EVER catch another person's mouth on yours, they had better be performing CPR on you, or else someone damn well will be." With a quick bite on the rim of his ear, the arm was released from around his neck as the knee shoved him between the shoulders over the edge of the tub. Stopping himself from toppling head first into the water, he felt a sharp slap on his defenceless buttocks as his assailant laughed as he slipped from the bathroom.
Rearing up like a T Rex on the hunt, he drew in a deep breath through flared nostrils, then turned and launched himself towards the door to the bedroom. Glancing briefly around the room, he stalked towards the doorway to the sitting room, threw it open, and with a predatory grin, prowled in to find Akihito baring his own toothy smile within the partial enclosure of the seating arrangement. Asami approached, pacing like a big cat sizing up its prey while his feisty kitten stayed loose, watching him close in as he stayed poised on the balls of his feet, ready to dash away at a moment's notice. Asami slowed up, plotting his hunt, then quickly slid toward the end of the love seat closest to him.
Akihito danced backwards, maintaining a safe distance between them. Backing up, Asami shadowed his moves, facing him as he moved sideways across the back of the furniture. Bumping the back of his calves against an elegant coffee table, Akihito feinted towards an opening between the love seat and matching chair and the space beyond, possibly thinking to make towards the pastry laden table and pelt his pursuer with cream-filled morsels and fruit.
As Asami moved to follow him, he spun about and charged straight at the love seat, angling as he jumped to the cushion and lept over the back of the settee, only to be snagged midair by the muscular arms of his hunter. Growling in triumph, Asami clasped the blond's back against his chest as he bit the junction of his boy's neck and shoulder, then tucked his flailing, laughing love up under one arm as he turned and strode back into the bedroom and the waiting bath beyond.
Soon, the splashing and squealing noises changed into rhythmic sloshing and throaty moans as Akihito rode Asami's reclining body in the tub. Head thrown back, eyes screwed shut and panting mouth open, spine curved upwards, he was astride his dark lover who was looking up at his blond, watching the short, desperate rocking movements above him as he drove upwards into his boy, trying to rub the head of his cock raw against the sweet spot inside the other's body as his hands kept a death grip on the edge of the tub. His face twisted in pleasure, he groaned as Akihito ground down on him one last time then came over his straining abdominal muscles before following his boy in release.
Asami watched the morning sun rise over an already bustling Tokyo, quietly enjoying his first Dunhill of the day. He held Akihito cradled in his arms, the blond head nestled against his throat. His hand lazily circled over Akihito's lower back, his mind awash with too many questions to rest. He knew Kirishima would already be working on getting some of the answers which lay in Izaya's hands. Finding them out was now his big brother's top priority.
He let his mind wander back to some of his long undisturbed memories of Julius Keel. Asami remembered Julius had always been too greedy for his own good. His ambitions, while similar to Asami's, were all about flash and the bigger, better deal.
The main difference between the two was that Asami had been content to build his power base so it would be stable enough not to be snatched away or irreparably disrupted by any upstart threats, whereas Julius was all about instant gratification. Asami had spoken to him many times on the subject, but Julius had just ignored him. It had annoyed him, all the pomp and theatrics Keel needed to conduct his business; what had also added to his annoyance was that Julius was a relentless flirt that wouldn't take a simple "fuck, no" for an answer.
Julius had been attending the same university as he when they met in the M.B.A. program. They had become friendly in class when they started to discuss their ideas for the future and building their own business empires; Asami was building Sion at the same time Julius was creating Tempest in England. This was before their nasty split. Asami was relieved he had never decided to mix business and pleasure with that one.
Asami knew Julius was less than stable even before the blond man had tried to attack him. Asami had been leaving a nightclub with a cute little redhead when Julius showed up and started making a scene. Though fuming inside, Asami had tried to calm him down to avoid making a public spectacle, but the other man kept ranting on hysterically. Asami had turned to tell his date to go back inside and wait while he had dealt with the situation, realising Julius was high on some drug when the shrieking gaijin had clumsily tried to stab him. Being a serious student of a martial discipline, Asami had easily disarmed him. By the the time Kirishima had pulled up in front with the car, Julius had been disarmed, dumped like a sack of potatoes on the sidewalk and rendered unconscious. At that point he had still been an acquaintance and business associate, so Asami had asked Kirishima to take them back to his place on campus (his date for the evening having already left, which was probably for the best).
When Julius awoke the next morning he tried to explain himself, but to Asami it just sounded like one lame excuse after another. When he found out Julius was, and had for some time been dealing with the European underworld (which was linked to the Italian mafia), Asami knew it was time to part ways. Asami had heard rumors about them, and he didn't need that kind of shitstorm raining down on him; Japan's yakuza clans were complicated enough without inviting outside trouble. This had been the first of many decisions Asami had made on whom to discard in his climb to power.
Asami had buried his memories deep as he covered up details of his past. His guiding mantra was 'in the end, it's only a game', and he wanted to be the one with the most toys, who won. To get past some of the horrors in his life, the nights he couldn't sleep he would lie awake, scheming of all the ways he could make himself impervious to the machinations of others, because he knew it was only a matter of time before some undeserving prick would try to take away all he had built.
As a child Asami was brighter than other kids, and he preferred to spend most of his free time in the company of adults, quietly listening to their experiences and learning from their mistakes. He wasn't interested in the other kids his age, but found it amusing that they could find simple enjoyment in playing in the sand while he found it an irritating waste of time. Asami spent most of his days alone with his own company, making plans for the future. It never bothered him that for the most part, his childhood was spent in silence, reading in his room at night. He couldn't wait until he was an adult; he would become someone of stature and importance. It was like he watched himself from a distance, knowing that he'd be the one to make it to the top because he was laying out the groundwork to his success now while all the others around him played their days away.
Sion and everything he had achieved was built out of nothing. Asami knew from a young age that a time would come when he'd have to rise and conquer by becoming cold and ruthless. Asami's iron will never wavered; even at his lowest, he knew it was all he could count on until he took his throne. Sion was his labor of love, success his only pursuit, until Akihito came into his life. For his kitten, he would destroy any threat, remove anyone or anything that stood in the way of their being together. It always bemused him that the one person he would willingly give anything they asked for had no desire to share his empire. He knew any great chess strategy needed to have a strong queen alongside the conquering king. He silently chuckled at that: Akihito would cheerfully strangle him for that analogy. Continuing to stroke Akihito absentmindedly, he leaned over to plant a kiss on the crown of the blond's head.
Asami had gotten so used to how Julius acted around him, he had allowed that particular bad habit to grow without thinking about it. Julius behaved like a proud arrogant boy in the body of a man, a wealthy and influential diplomat's son who was given everything on a silver platter. He treated others like they were beneath him, using people for his own transitory entertainment. The way he spoke about his father was what had originally sent up red flags in the yakuza's mind. His only loyalty was to himself, whereas Asami knew loyalty was the key to his business and personal success. Asami had watched as Julius whispered promises of love to potential bed partners then throw them away when he was done with them. In his own case, he was honest about what he wanted from the start so people knew where they stood; it was a solid policy that had served him well.
Akihito shifted slightly against him and sighed in his sleep. After their harsh start, he had thought he had been honest with Akihito too, but he was his kitten's first love, and he now knew he hadn't handled it well at all. Akihito was also his first love, but he had treated Akihito like he was any other relationship he'd had. But the boy's fighting spirit and sheer stubborn will had knocked down his walls, so much so that when he had thought he'd lost Akihito, he had almost turned away from Sion to dedicate himself to winning his lover back.
Maybe that was why Asami had fell for Akihito, who was willing to struggle daily to achieve his dreams. Akihito was a scrapper: nothing stood in his way, not even himself. He loved Akihito's fight to the death spirit. It was the same thing that he'd seen in Feilong years ago, too. To be completely honest, the important ones he surrounded himself with all had that fire. But Julius didn't have that spark, he just demand whatever he wanted, almost like a tantrum, then waited for it to be handed to him. He expected everything in his life to be that way.
When his kitten had hauled off, punched Julius and broke his nose, he thought it was classic Akihito until he saw the look on his face. That he had decided to run wasn't good. Akihito should've realised there were other people around who could have protected him if he didn't think he could look out for himself. But then Akihito wasn't the only one to ran from Julius, that had been Izaya's reaction as well; that was what had thrown Asami the most this evening.
'Fuck, what WAS that about?' He had never seen it coming. 'If Izaya was afraid of Julius, that was something that needed to be figured out as soon as possible.' Maybe that was why Izaya was here in Tokyo. Izaya's return had made Asami realise he had gotten complacent as the apex predator of the food chain, and had left himself open for attack. But he would never change loving Akihito; he felt having his boy to care for and protect made him a better man. But Akihito could also be in serious trouble if this all went south.
Asami frowned. Izaya; why couldn't he ever do anything simple? He always just had to leave a cryptic message behind. 'So this must be how Akihito feels whenever I play mind games with him. I suppose police tape wrapped around my naked, defenceless kitten could be a sign that he, as well as Izaya, was either in trouble or vulnerable, and their only connection was Julius.
I should arrange to meet Feilong with an explanation about Izaya. Feilong is anything but stupid; he'd know something was amiss first when I got involved with the restaurant staff, then when Izaya showed up.'
So where did Izaya fit into this picture? Akihito stirred in his arms. Asami shifted to allow Akihito some space, when something brushing across his leg came to his attention. He slowly slid a hand around the boy's waist, then snaked it down past his navel until his fingers tickled the neatly trimmed blond hair around his kitten's arousal. As Akihito breathed out a soft moan, Asami chuckled. He bent towards Akihito's ear and nuzzled it. "Kitten, think you're 'up' for a wake up call?" Akihito moaned again as his fiancé's warm breath and husky morning voice sent a shiver straight to his morning hard on.
"Kei, where were we?" Asami rolled his eyes at Kirishima's look. "Please don't say it…"
"Of course not. That would be too easy... sir." Kirishima flashed a superior smirk at his friend and boss.
Izaya seemed to have fallen off the grid completely. He was last seen on CCTV (before everything else on the recording had been erased) heading to a local bar with Akihito and Tao in tow. It had been three days since their first family disaster, there had been no sign of him, and Julius was in Tokyo for a business meeting with a local politician. However, having "come across" some interesting evidence of illegal activities perpetrated by that particular politician, Asami had sent some men to visit him later to see what that meeting was really about.
Asami moved back in his chair, thinking. "Their meeting was about future building planning permission, so it looks like Julius wants to expand into Japan. We may have to look into that; I'll ask Mikhail about the European side of Tempest. Izaya has answers, and we need him found..." Asami's voice barely had a shade of emotion in it, but Kirishima knew it was bordering on concern for Izaya's safety.
"Ryuichi, I'm afraid that Akihito will be targeted again. Julius still seems obsessed with you; when he finds out his status..." Kei sat down in the chair opposite Asami, looking concerned.
"Akihito is a target because he is my weakness." Asami grimaced at the thought. 'He is the best kind of weakness to have, though.'
"Kei, have Kazumi assign extra guards to Akihito for now, I'll explain the situation to him later. Make arrangements for us to travel to Hong Kong as soon as Feilong is available. I think I might have to involve him until Izaya is found..." Asami mused 'assuming Izaya is willing to talk, that is...'
As his secretary stood to leave his boss to his paperwork, Asami looked up at him and added "Kirishima, ask Feilong when he thinks we should invite Mikhail to the party." Kirishima bowed and left.
After they left the hotel, Asami had molested Akihito in the back of the limo all the way home. As soon as the penthouse door was opened, Akihito had moved to stand behind the couch, making it a barrier between him and Asami. Asami had raised his eyebrows, giving him a 'what ARE you doing?' look. Pointing a finger at him, Akihito started on him. "Look, I'm sorry for the other night, but my ass needs some time off for good behaviour", keeping a clear distance between him and Asami.
"Indeed? Need I remind my Akihito that I am still somewhat pissed with him?"
"You're pissed, huh. You were the one responsible for all of this; how 'bout you consider some self discipline then and go fuck yourself." Asami's mouth curled into a ferocious grin.
"If you want me to marry you, Mr. Can't-Have-A-Simple-Meal-Without-Causing-Problems, leave off my ass and let me cook dinner." Asami nodded then walked around him off towards the bedroom. Akihito watched him carefully, wondering 'Did I win that round?'. Not sure, he tentatively walked towards the kitchen, keeping one eye towards the bedroom, only relaxing when he heard the shower running.
Trying hard to put Carl aka Izaya aka "biggest pain in human existence" out of his thoughts, instead he got sucked into wondering about his angle, getting all friendly with Akihito; seriously, did Akihito believe half the crap Izaya would spew out? The only thing keeping Asami sane was the thought that as long as Izaya was happy, then Akihito would be protected, and if anything were to happen, then the safest place for his kitten to be, other than by his side, was with his brother. But he was still pissed about Izaya undressing his kitten.
Julius was sitting comfortably in his new Tokyo home, thinking to himself 'I'll go see Asami tomorrow'. Slowly he sipped his drink as he checked out his nose in a mirror; it was a few shades darker where the smaller blond had punched him and it definitely looked swollen. He had heard rumors about the boy: so he was Asami's little plaything, his live-in lover. How come a nobody got Asami Ryuichi when he couldn't? Feeling peevish, he called in a few of his guards and gave them a special assignment: "Take care of that Takaba Akihito."
T.B.C...
Izaya shenanigan's
Izaya: I'm totally fine. I don't cry anymore, I'm so tough ^~^
Asami: Just yesterday you were crying about snakes
Izaya: *tears up* THEY DON'T HAVE ANY ARMS
*Izaya in court*
Lawyer: how do you plea?
Izaya: *looks at Asami*
Asami: *mouths: not guilty*
Izaya: hot milky
Asami: for f*ck sake just lock him up