Chapter 22: A Yuletide Season's Tale

Chapter by Sleepy_robin

Summary:

**BONUS**

Notes:

Just a small extra Chapter

Chapter Text

Once upon a time, as our antihero and his true love sat down to enjoy a tasty home cooked meal and talked about the day's events, Asami came up with a surprise announcement. "I want to have a fairy tale themed gala at Club Sion next month as a fundraiser for my children's charities."

"Why? Were the kids you've eaten recently too scrawny, so you want to fatten them up a little for the holiday?"

Ignoring Akihiko, Asami put his cutlery down, pushed his chair back and moved so Akihito was wrapped up tight in his embrace. His kitten squawked "Oi! Less mauling, more eating; dinner's getting cold."

Giving his blond a squeeze, Asami returned to his seat and resumed talking between mouthfuls. "I was thinking you should go as Cinderella."

"Seriously? I think we're more like Beauty and the Beast. You know, more in line with our strange and wonderful relationship. You're very, VERY strange, and I'm just wonderful..."

"Akihito, you are not a beast."

"Funny, but looks aren't everything..."

"Sleeping Beauty." That suggestion was met by a very rude noise. "You seem to want to portray me as some sort of villain when I am obviously Prince Charming, my cute Akihito."

"Uh huh, and you seem to want me as a princess... or at lest, as a damsel in dis dress. Oh, I know... I'll be Harry Potter!" Asami furrowed his brow, not at all pleased with the suggestion.

"I am not going as He Who Must Not Be Named" he said, slightly offended, knowing perfectly well what Akihito was getting at. The blond snickered.

"Well then, you could go as your alter ego The Grinch, and I'd be Max, the little dog."

Asami chuckled at that one. "And who would ever mistake you for my sidekick?"

"I guess you're right. Besides, The Grinch's heart grew three sizes that day. Who'd even believe you had one?"

With a rumbling laugh, Asami took a playful swipe at his boy, who easily dodged it and slid away from the table, edging towards the open space between the dining area, the living room and the hallway that ran from the front door to the bedrooms, which Asami had started locking after coming home when one particular chase had lead to Akihito fleeing the penthouse via the fire stairway at the end of their hall, Asami thundering in hot pursuit. After catching his wildcat several floors down, the resulting loud echoes of laughter and cursing, accompanied by meaty thwacks whenever Asami's hand connected with Aki's rump propped over his broad shoulder as he carried his boy back up the stairs to their apartment had resulted in numerous noise complaints to the front desk.

Pushing back from the table, Asami sat unmoving, arms crossed over his chest, not wanting to deal with another scolding from Kei in the morning, no matter how much fun the night before would have been in the secret room.

Pouting when he saw Asami was unwilling to play his game tonight, he relaxed and walked over to the table. "Fine. How about Red Riding Hood." Asami grinned at that one.

"And who would I be, the Woodcutter or the Big Bad Wolf?"

"Well, seeing as how you like preying on innocent, impressionable young photographers, which do you think is more appropriate?"

Asami growled as he picked up his kitten, sat him across his lap and devoured Akihito's lips thoroughly. Then nipping his way up his love's neck, he whispered seductively in his ear: "Speaking of predation, should I clear you and the table now and continue with my feast, or should I drag you back to my lair, where you can make as much noise as you want to, and finish taking you apart there?"

Stepping off the elevator five weeks later, Akihito glanced at the new text message on his phone. "Be ready at 8 p.m. I shall send my carriage for you and your friends to bring you hence to the ball".

Akihito had arrived home cold, tired and hungry. As he went to grab a quick shower, there on the bed was a large textured gold foil box with a beautiful red satin bow, folded and tucked into an intricate giant chrysanthemum flower. Forgetting his fatigue, he captured it on his phone camera before he carefully undid the metres of ribbon and opened the lid: inside, nestled in expensive wrapping paper was his costume. A huge smile flashed over his face, banishing the tiredness away.

Club Sion was all abuzz with the Who's Who of Tokyo society invited, all dressed in fine costumes. Tonight was "Winter Solstice Magic", the Sion Children's Charities fundraiser event of the season. Akihito was wired for sound, his two best friends having come dressed as Tweddle Dum and Tweddle Dee, all thanks to Asami's bottomless credit card and Kirishima sending them to one of the most exclusive costume shops in the city. Following Suoh aka the Cowardly Lion up to the VIP lounge, appetizers and drinks were ordered, then Akihito began scanning the crowd for any telltale sign of the host of tonight's event.

Said host was up in the manager's office, having finished dressing in his costume and having his makeup professionally done. Standing at the one-way floor to ceiling windows overlooking the crowd, he had spotted his darling uninvited little brother here and there amongst the party-goers, schmoozing and apparently doing a little fund raising of his own, charming the jewelry off of some of the unsuspecting victims while relieving others of wallets or cash, all while dressed as Robin Hood. 'Well,' he thought unsympathetically, 'they had fair warning. Serves them right for letting him get too close.' Taking one last sip of his drink before setting the glass aside, he alerted Kirishima (dressed as the White Rabbit) to Izaya's presence and his activities to allow him to head off any whisper of scandal tomorrow, then sent Suoh to bring Akihito up the him before turning off the lights.

Suoh returned shortly to the boy's side, and bending slightly he whispered in Akihito's ear that Asami-sama was waiting for him upstairs in the manager's office. Akihito picked up his small wicker basket filled with cupcakes, waved to his bros and headed upstairs towards "Grandma's house".

It was dark when he entered the room, with only the party downstairs lighting the office. Akihito stepped in, heading towards the window when he felt an ominous presence behind him. As he spun about, he saw white teeth grin in the dark as strong arms captured Akihito's waist and pulled him closer.

"What big eyes you have" Akihiko murmured as his fingers caressed Asami's cheek.

"All the better to see you with, Little One."

Akihito grinned, and lifted his hand up to his beloved's hair. "Oh, what big ears you have" he sighed, gently running his finger over the fluffy dark ears sitting on top of his head.

"All the better to hear you... moaning my name in about five minutes, my dear."

Chuckling, the blond continued. "My, what big teeth you have", running a finger over the tip of one of the canines protruding over Asami's bottom lip.

"Mmm, well... all the better to eat you with" he growled softly, and with that he bit down on Akihito's neck, below where his red hooded cape would show the mark. When he finally pulled away, Akihito stared at Asami's costume. He was freaking adorable in black pointy ears, a prosthetic nose and muzzle with whiskers, his sharp canines and in a very nice dark brown suit complete with a large fluffy black tail. Akihito couldn't help himself from stroking the tail, which seemed to amuse Asami to no end.

"Akihito, really." Akihiko looked up into Asami's teasing eyes. "I didn't take you for a fur fetishist."

Akihiko huffed as he carried on stroking the tail.

Asami's hand trailed along Akihito's back, stroking gently as he looked at his kitten's dark silhouette reflected in the window: spiky blond strands spilling out from under his red hood, a buttoned up white short sleeved shirt under black suspenders attached to tight black shorts that curved around his boy's ass so nicely. The cape was an inch longer than the hem of the shorts. So far, a very tasty package, 'til his hand reached the garter riding his kitten's thigh. Between the top of the black legging and the cuffed hem of the shorts was an expanse of bare, smooth skin, bridged only by the red garter strap that clipped onto the legging at the front and back, then disappeared under the boy's shorts.

As his fingers felt the warm silky feel of his flesh under his hand, his eyes travelled down those long, strong athletic legs to the black Doc Marten lace up boots at the ends. Pulling Akihito in closer, he looked into that gorgeous face, and saw someone (probably Kou's girlfriend from the night at the cop shop) had highlighted his eyes with a thin line of eyeliner then mascara, making those blue eyes pop, then used a subtle touch of blush across his cheeks and nose with a smattering of penciled in freckles, and finally a soft pink gloss on those kissable lips. Akihito could feel Asami's cock stiffen, and started to tease him more.

"Gracious, what a big co-" Asami swallowed Akihito's observation in a wet, hungry kiss. Several minutes later, when they both came up for air, Akihito had a big cheeky grin on his face as he put a restraining hand against his bigger lover's chest.

"Hey! None of that now! You still have to make a speech, greet your guests, take photos with people for the news, host the party AND take pictures with Kou, Takato and me for Feilong, Yoh and Tao, plus save a dance or two with me later, so no hanky-panky to ruin your costume, or more importantly: mine, you big bad wolf you!" Sticking out his tongue, he winked and added "Simon says!"

Raising an eyebrow, Asami looked at his kitten, kissing him again even after all his protests. Then smirking, he shook his head in mock dismay, and with a mournful voice asked "You expect me to do all that while you leave me hard and wanting, having to make do with glimpses of you all night? And you say I'm cruel?!"

"What can I say, old man? When it comes to being a heartless bastard, I learned from the best." With that, he turned in Asami's arms to face away from him, then kicked him in the instep with the heel of his boot while he hit him hardish in the upper thigh near his groin as the opposite elbow shoved him in his solar plexus. Asami grunted as he dropped his arms, one hand going to protect his groin while the other covered the dull ache in his chest. Akihito walked towards the door, swinging his basket of goodies back and forth. He paused for a moment, looking behind him at a very unamused yakuza crimelord, and said "If you can keep that North Pole of yours safely in your pants tonight, THEN we'll talk about giving you a treat for being a good boy when we get home, ok?" And with that, he left the room.

Asami narrowed his eyes, thinking for the nth time since they had reunited that while he was grateful that Feilong had looked after his Akihito while they were separated, he really wished the Chinese crime boss hadn't taught him to defend himself so well. After all, Big Bad Wolves still needed their tasty little morsel, too.

Izaya shenanigan's

Izaya: Hey guys, what's the difference between snowmen and snowwomen?

Asami: Don't.

Izaya: Snowballs

Asami: "..."

Asami: Kei get my gun