Restart...
Chapter 24: Mile high...
Chapter by Sleepy_robin
Summary:
Getting ready to travel to Hong Kong, few hicup's along the way...
Notes:
So lainie took over the my lemon scene god bless her, she is a God among mortals.
Thanks to everyone who supports and read my story I am grateful.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Chapter 24: The Mile High Club
Kirishima walked into Asami's office followed by Kuroda Shinji wearing his own signature power suit, hair smartly trimmed and styled, and his glasses squarely on his face. Asami smiled, and walked over to him, shaking his offered hand, then pulling him into a hug.
Shinji was an old friend he had known long before going to university with Kei. He was a year behind Asami, and could always be found in a library, either his father's, or his uncle's. That didn't change, even when he got to university.
Asami knew he would find him tucked away with his books.
He especially liked the old texts better than the modern classics, and Asami had got him a extremely rare first edition complete set of "Collected Japanese Poems of Ancient and Modern Times" as a surprise after a particularly trying bit of work he did for Sion, a thank you gift for his friendship and unwavering loyalty.
Only three libraries in Japan had the complete set; several others had loose volumes or incomplete sets.
"Shinji, please." Offering him a seat, Asami took the couch across from him. "Before we get to why you are here, I need to ask you a question."
Kuroda nodded as he accepted his usual drink from Kirishima. Over the years, he learned that Asami's tone could have a different meaning then the words he spoke or the look in his eyes.
"Akihito..." Asami didn't miss his friend's roll of the eyes at the name, he had been vocal in his opinion of Akihito and their relationship from the start, but he had hoped that the fact they were getting married might have mellowed Shinji somewhat. Waiting a moment, he started again.
"Akihito came to see you recently, care to tell me why?" Asami's voice was low and serious, he hadn't been able to work out why Akihito would go to see him; Akihito didn't do criminal photography any more, which still caused a mixture of relief and the tiniest twinge of guilt to fill the crime lord's chest.
"Not particularly, Ryuichi" the visitor replied, shooting him a look that said 'ask that annoying blond'. "I'm not getting involved; if you can't talk to the boy, should you be really be marrying him?" Shinji took a little retaliatory satisfaction for having been subjected to that particular discussion, knowing that answer would ruffle Asami's tail feathers.
After Akihito came to his office, he admitted to himself that he'd started to see why Asami liked him. Separately, they were trouble, and together, they were annoying at best. But seeing a somewhat distressed look in Asami's eyes, Shinji sighed.
"I will say this: confidentiality aside, that meeting will have no detrimental effect on you, personally, or your business interests." Shinji sipped his tea as Kirishima sat in the chair near Asami's desk.
Asami sat looking at Shinji, thinking that over. He was about to speak again when Kirishima cut in. "So, have you thought about what we discussed over the phone?"
Nodding, the district attorney spoke. "I have a few people that I've met over the years that have connections to Interpol and New Scotland Yard. There is no evidence directly connected with Keel, really nothing more than rumours.
From what I've gathered, I suspect that he's a rather shabby imitation of you. If you want him gone from your life, Ryuichi, I would set about plotting a hostile takeover of his company from within." Shinji looked between Kirishima and Asami, knowing it wasn't what they wanted to hear.
He was fortunate enough not to have been subjected to Julius Keel personally the first time, however, he did hear some the stories from back in the day.
"Also, a couple of things came across my desk recently while I was looking into Tempest. First, it seems a local journalist has been digging into Keel and his business, possibly due to the planning permission talks.
Second, there seems to be something of a mysterious man called Drake Ren, a Japanese businessman who has acquired enough shares in Tempest to cause some internal disruptions. The shareholders seem more afraid of him than of Julius.
If you could persuade him to part with some of his shares, then not to oppose you when you make your move, you could easily arrange for a coup d'état of Keel's company. Unlike Sion three years ago, when your shareholders and allies supported you, it seems that he has very little loyalty within his own company. I've sent Kirishima a file on what all I've found out." Finishing his tea, Kuroda stood to leave.
"You're still good to be my Best Man, Shinji?" Asami smirked.
"Yes, of course", the main straightening himself sniffed. Kuroda had said on may occasions he never was convinced 100% about their relationship, but, after having met with Akihito in his office, he had shifted to being only 40% against it; he just hoped that Akihito would never purposely hurt Asami.
"Be sure to let me know when you two finally get around to tying the knot; based on previous data, I might have to make other plans that day as a fallback." Mirroring his friend's smirk, he nodded to Kirishima then walked out of the office.
Face suddenly devoid of any emotion, Asami lit another Dunhill and growled to himself "I should have killed Julius 20 years ago".
Turning to his second in command, he started issuing orders. "Kei, while I'm away with Akihito visiting his "in-laws", get in touch with this man Drake; make a deal, and buy up those shares.
We will start disrupting business at Tempest as soon as possible. I'd prefer to get started with that after we get back from our honeymoon.
Review if there is anyone we should give components of the business to, either as reward, bonus or bribe, I don't want to expand into Europe. I will toss Mikhail the other side of Keel's business as a bone... unless the Merdici have something to say about it.
Check with Mikhail, ask him about these Merdici, see if I can arrange an informal conversation with them. It couldn't hurt to go and see what their thoughts on the subject would be. Maybe Akihito would like to honeymoon in Italy for a few days." Asami paused, his golden eyes gleaming with mischief.
"If you ask me, Ryuichi, you do like playing with fire. If The Wife ever found out you're mixing business with pleasure, Akihito would likely bust a nut. Probably one of yours." Kirishima said, amused.
In the past, he liked that Akihito had never backed down from the his friend, no matter what he did; but now he seemed to delight in giving his boss a hard time on principle. He had grown over the years from an immature little brat into a smarter, bigger brat.
"Kei, while I'm away get anything, everything, we can use lined up." Asami had a determined look now, as if he was forming plans for war. "Call in every favour we have in Europe. I'll ask Izaya what he knows, seeing as how he's the one Keel is looking for.
I want you and Souh to have a few contingency plans ready for when we ask Keel to leave Tokyo, nicely. And Kei, I want you and Suoh to go over all of Tempest's portfolio. I promise to give you both anything you want, first picks."
Asami put his hand on Kirishima's shoulder, looking him in the eyes.
"When it comes down to it, you two have been my rock these past few years. I don't know what I would have done without you and Kazumi having my back." Smiling, Asami squeezed his shoulder, then moved to look over a few documents for his first business meeting.
Kirishima knew what was said about Ryuichi: he's cold, and unfeeling. Yes, so that part's true, however, Asami was also loyal to a fault and would fight to his death for his friends.
He couldn't fathom plotting against any of his actual friends or trusted business partners, even if he was a proponent of keeping his friends close, and his enemies closer in his thoughts. Any kind of betrayal hurt him deeply.
"How is Izaya, sir" he asked, just to get the other man's mind back into the proper frame of mind. Asami's pleasant smile faltered.
"Recovered and back to being the biggest pain in my life. He's disappeared again. I'm going to GPS tag his ass if he keeps this up. I didn't have the chance to get anything out about his notebook, other than his illness-induced repeats of that 'it's mine' crap."
Flashback from yesterday ****
"So, there are three meetings today. A shipment tonight. Then you're off for a week to Hong Kong, where I will join you in a couple of days for your party, then I return here for business. Oh, and here's a list of what Kou and Takato-san have purchased so far." Kirishima checked off his to-do list in full secretary mode.
"Interesting..." Asami murmured as he studied the items they had so far purchased or reserved.
"I thought so too, sir. I have them scheduled for an informal meeting the day after you return to discuss the arrangements in more detail. Akihito's family has RSVP for a small tea ceremony and dinner to celebrate your engagement that Friday.
Last item: the fashion house'Abyss' has both your and Akihito's wedding suits ready after they did the alterations after the final fittings; would you like me to collect them?" Kirishima asked, already typing on his notepad.
Asami just nodded. The wedding was approaching fast and was starting to feel more real. He was feeling both nervous and excited in his spare moments, and made a mental note to keep an eye on Akihito because if he was feeling like this then the kitten must be feeling it a hundred times worse. Akihito's first response used to be to run, but now Asami was more mindful of his PTSD triggers.
Izayahito walked straight into Sion by the front entrance. He'd heard the startled exclamation of one of the security guards at the door, but decided to ignore him. Izayahito walked through the grand foyer and towards the private elevator, dripping a trail of blood drops behind as he pressed the button for the top floor and swiped the security card to access it.
Kei was heading toward the elevator when it suddenly opened to reveal an Akihito covered in blood, his facial expression blank.
"Akihito! Are you alright? What happened?!" Kei was concerned with his appearance, and confused as to why the blond seemed so emotionless until it dawned on him that this wasn't actually Akihito but Izaya, in disguise.
"Oh. What are you doing dressed up like Akihito?" Izaya just growled.
"I am fine, if you care..." Izaya grated harshly as he roughly bumped shoulders with the frozen Kei on his way out of the elevator.
"Oh, and there are two bodies downstairs by the underground parking doors that need to be taken care of~" he tossed over his shoulder, leaving Kei bewildered and defensively annoyed. Izaya's bad mood slightly improved as he carried on towards his big brother's office.
Kei didn't hesitate to dash off straight away to see what Izaya was talking about, quickly sending an urgent text to Souh to meet him downstairs.
Pushing the large doors open, Izaya walked wordlessly over to Asami's couch and lay down. Asami was startled as he moved to assess the seemingly injured Akihito before realising it was just his younger brother sprawled on the very expensive couch.
"Izaya, clean yourself up, you're dripping somebody's blood on the furniture." Izaya just grumbled and curled into a ball, turning his back on Asami who was becoming annoyed with being disrespected.
Asami just pulled Izaya into a sitting position and began to strip him of the blood soaked clothes leaving the smaller male in a pair of his boy's boxers.
"Tell me what happened. Why you are dressed as Akihito and how did you get covered in blood?" Izaya just leaned his body tiredly against Asami.
"I got bored, sitting around the penthouse. I wanted to show you I have recovered, but then some mean men came out of nowhere and attacked me, so I left their corpses on your doorstep and came up to see you."
"You aren't a cat, Izaya, you can't just leave 'presents' laying around for me. People may start to talk." Izaya only pouted in response and slumped further into Asami's warmth.
Asami, sensing that Izaya was only a step away from complete slumber mode, quickly picked him up and placed him in front of the secret room door.
"Take a shower and put one of my spare shirts on, then you can come back in here and sleep."
Later, Kirishima came back in, looking distressed. He'd left Suoh to deal with the mess and the cleaning crew. "People are going to think Akihito is up here, either dying in your arms, or else he brutally murdered some people and is now hiding in here, and you're protecting him."
"That shower made me more sleepy~"they heard someone yawn behind them. Kei and Asami both turned their attention to Izaya, then they both busted out into snickers. Izaya was groggy and confused. "What you laughing at?"
Asami quickly walked over to playfully ruffle Izaya's hair before stating with a chuckle
"You are just so tiny, little brother, even shorter than Akihito..." Izaya looked down to find that the shirt's hem was grazing the top of his knees, and the sleeves hung down past his fingers, and the collar was so loose it was trying to slip off one shoulder.
"It's not my fault that you both are freakishly tall… Whenever I come by and you all are in here, I feel like I'm in a bamboo forest. I could still easily dispose of you both" he grumbled.
Both Kei and Asami watched, amused as Izaya went and curled up in a tiny ball on the couch, all extremities disappearing inside the shirt. Asami shook his head, then turned serious. "Can you tell me why two men attacked you? Obviously they wouldn't have been able to tell it was you so it could only mean that they were after Akihito" just the thought of someone harming his loved one got his blood boiling, his inner anger was about to snap it's leash when Izaya started to speak.
"Well, aren't you a bright l'il bunny~… I was leaving the penthouse, when I suddenly came to find out the guy who lives in # 1207 has a tiny little crush on the dear kitten. The idiot had the audacity to rub his dick against my backside in the elevator. He must of had a death wish, thinking he could get away with that, but as I turned around he suddenly kissed me hard on the mouth.
Now, don't get me wrong, I'm all down for some rough stuff, but I wasn't in the mood to deal with him... Is this something Akihito has to deal with everyday? Because it's seriously annoying, and he wasn't even that hot.
I was just trying to come to see you, dear brother, to show you how much I've recovered and to thank you for looking after me..." Asami brushed Izaya's thanks aside as he didn't see it as necessary, he would have looked after him anyway.
"...when two men suddenly pinned me down and tried to take advantage of my body in an alleyway near Sion. Again, is this an everyday thing that Akihito has to deal with? Anyway, it's not important, long story short, they are no longer alive, and you know the rest."
After hearing the shorter male's story, Kei and Asami's mood darkened while Izaya casually played with one of the shirts buttons as he added "As you already may have guessed, they were sent to kill Akihito.
They followed me from the penthouse, so in reality it was genius of me to dress up as the kitty cat... be thankful it was me instead of the actual kitten; could he even take on two men at once?" Asami was going to torture the guy from 1207 who dared to touch Akihito. Even if it was Izaya, there'd been no mercy: no one touched what is his.
End of Flashback ***
A few hours before leaving for Hong Kong...
Akihito was back at the penthouse, getting ready. He was busy doing a few last things for the university, trying not to think about how Asami still hadn't explained the Hong Kong trip. He was excited to see Tao, Fei and Yoh, but it felt weird going back with his fiancé.
Looking at his engagement ring and rubbing his cuff, it still amazed him that they both hadn't taken their cuffs off, making him feel all fuzzy inside. Luckily, Kou and Takato were out and about today, so he was going out for a quick catch up before he had to leave.
Akihito had been busy on his little fact-finding trip, and the sights were beautiful; some were breathtaking and some made one weep, and the history there would hopefully never be forgotten.
Akihito, after organising his university work, decided to do a little digging on that Norseman wannabe. He had felt a little weird as he hadn't investigated anything for a long time other than doing his own historical research on Crimea.
Akihito was a bit nervous at first, then the remembered feeling of excitement, the thrill of finding something of interest slowly came back to him. He was rewarded as some of his old friends and contacts were still in the business, and they were so surprised and thrilled to find that Akihito was alive and well.
Roughly, he pieced together that Keel was a diplomat's son and came from wealth, that he first met Asami at the university they went to, about his building Tempest from the ground up, even the rumoured European mafia ties.
Akihito had a friend that worked in Interpol, and he learned from her about the few warrants filed for Keel's arrest, but nothing had ever stuck.
Someone had always bailed him out, but no one seemed to be able to find out who. And the whole Merdici thing? Wow, they seemed scary, and he should know! Oh oh, now that was interesting... his friend who freelanced for 'The Guardian & The Times', one of England's more respected newspapers, had reported that even though Keel was reputed to be a dangerous man, he had very week alliances.
If the right card was pulled, his little empire could topple down onto the table.
The other piece of the puzzle was he'd been trying to get in the Merdici family for years now. By any means necessary, it seemed, to 'get in their good graces'. He had come close in the past, but they always said NO... rumour had it, that this time Keel had something that will make the Merdici change their mind. He was so very close to achieving his goal. If that happened, then he would become untouchable.
Akihito thought about it: he was interested in finding out more but he wasn't too sure what to do. 'I'll poke around, then tell Ryu when we get back. Hopefully he won't be to nag to much, or I'll kick his ass. (Ok, I've never kicked his ass. Yet. One day though… but, it's always fun to try and fail'). Akihito grinned even as he blushed.
As he was leaving the building, the neighbor from 1207 (a lovely man who recently lost his wife, but always said hello to him every morning) wasn't there anymore. He was gonna ask the concierge if he knew anything, but there was someone at the main desk making a huge fuss, so...
"Are you two listening to me? This is very interesting and important. Kou, Takato, listen:
Bronze animals' heads from Summer Palace go on display
Four precious bronze animal heads, originally situated at the water clock fountain at Haiyantang in the Summer Palace (Yuanmingyuan) in Beijing, will be on display at an exhibition at the Hong Kong Heritage Museum from tomorrow until January 25.
The four bronze animal heads exemplify the exquisite craftsmanship of Imperial China. The engraving from Haiyantang also exemplifies the distinguished architectural features of the unique fountain.
Kou and Takato managed to finally shut Akihito up about the 'Hai relics'. Gods, Akihito could yack; once he had an interest, that was all he could talk about 'til one wanted to slap him on the reset button and shut him the hell up. This caused a change of topic that they both regretted immediately.
"Kou, stop spending Asami's money. He gave you the card to use responsibly, not to buy stupid milk shakes and burgers with. Takato, you should have stopped him." Akihito was furious when he found out that Asami gave them a card. How dare they be so busy spending Asami's money when he wouldn't even use his own card to buy groceries.
"Look, he already told Asami he would be buying a Porsche with the card, and Asami didn't have a problem with it, so he's good."
"You are not buying a skateboard, much less a Porsche with Asami's money. NOW, give me that card back, or I will cancel the wedding and I'll blame you two" he threatened, pointing an accusing finger at both them before he reached over the table to snatch it out of his friend's hand.
When Kou held the sacred card out of his grasp, the blond huffed angrily and crossed his arms, preparing to get stubborn.
"Look, Asami knows we wouldn't do something stupid, and he's kinda cool you know, plus it's all gonna be half yours soon so a car would be a nice present for my birthday..." Kou had got up, came around the table, and lay his head on Akihito's shoulder, giving him the full puppy-dog eyes while fluttering his eyelashes and making a kissy face.
"That isn't my money. I've already made preparations so Asami can't give me his money. Now behave, or else when I go to Hong Kong I won't come back."
"Yeah, yeah, sorry Princess Akihito, we'll behave. Anyways, Kirishima sees the statements so he knows that what we spend, plus, if Asami was here, wouldn't he offer to buy us a meal and a few drinks?"
"Hmph, I guess so…"
"Relax, Aki-Chan, everything's cool, trust us... your party's gonna be epic... this has been so much fun planning, you have no idea!"
"And that's what's terrifying..."
Leaving Kou and Takato, Akihiko felt relaxed and happy. As he was walking to Sion HQ, he thought he felt like someone was following him. Ignoring the feeling as he saw the large metallic letters of the Sion sign in front of him, he ran up the steps to see if everything were ready so they could leave as planned.
Julius was in his hotel, enjoying a morning meeting with the local Councillor for Planning about the building design permissions. Near Asami's domain he just knew if the object of his desire saw how brilliant he was now, how cunning, how influential he had become over the years, then he'd get rid of that pet rat living with him... Patience, everything will work out. Just be careful, don't stray from the plan, and try not to let the visit yesterday from 'that man' throw his game off….
Flashback from yesterday ****
He was happily engaged, chatting with his guest over wine, that Julius never noticed the man with the unique cane walk into the hotel dinning room until the raven-haired man sat down at their table, looking directly at Julius.
"Julius, what did I say about Asami…"
"Not to worry, everything is being taken care of. He is going to look for Izaya for me, so everything is well in hand."
"So, why was his pet attacked, not even two hours ago? I warned you…"
"Oh, that. I gave that order before Asami started working for me."
"Working for you... Really. Well, Ryuichi's pet killed those men; wasn't that a surprise."
"(snort) So the whore can defend himself. Next time, he will be dead."
"Julius, stop baiting the dragon."
"Look, he won't know it was me. As he is working for me now, he thinks I will leave his slut alone... And as I recall, you work for me, so you... so, I would like you to get rid of that aggravating pest. Or I will keep Izaya and his notebook, and not give him to the Merdici."
""Fufu... Julius, you are starting to punch above your weight class... Do you truly believe Ryuichi is that stupid... fufufu... you should be very careful from now on, or unfriendly eyes will turn your way; and I am sure there is always room available at the Oubliette. Understand?"
"Listen: you will kill that piece of street trash for me, and I will kill Izaya after he gives me his notebook. Asami and Sion will belong to me."
The raven-haired man looked at him as if he had grown an extra head. When he stood up, still looking at Julius, his eyes turned sharp and brittle. "Bring us the notebook, that's the deal. As for either boy..." stubbing his cigarette out, he leaned on his cane, staring down Julius as his deep red eyes seemed to glow like embers, the gold specks sparking in their heat.
"Dragons will fiercely guard their treasure. And once awakened, a dragon can destroy everything in its fury. I, on the other hand, am not stupid enough to wake this particular beast... So, you have been warned." With that, he turned and left a frightened Julius in his wake
End of Flashback *****
A text notice buzzed on his phone; when he read the message he couldn't contain his rising anger.
'Sir, we followed Takaba; however, he was heading towards Sion. I believe I overheard two guards talking about Asami and him leaving for China this afternoon.'
The anger quickly turned to rage. He threw his teacup across the dinning hall, where everyone stopped in shock at the crash and stared at the businessman. Struggling to compose himself, he stood and left the Council member behind without another word.
Asami had put Akihito on the cabin bed, after Suoh had helped calm him before they got onto the plane. His kitten had been very excited about going to see Feilong, Yoh and Tao in Hong Hong. There had been some chatter about a museum exhibit that Akihito was eager to investigate as soon as they could.
Asami had been half listening to Akihito, hoping to actually relax during their stay. He wanted to enjoy being with his lover for a few days before going to the Macao casino with Feilong to confront Mikhail. Feilong had organised an informal costume party comprising of both of their business partners and underworld allies; it was to announce Sion's and Baishe's merging of business and family interests, hopefully including Mikhail's partnership with them, and let all the important people know about he and Akihito's engagement. Akihito's official change to 'wife status' would be announced the day after their wedding.
It wasn't 'til the limo got closer to the airport that Akihito got quiet, which should have been his first warning, the second being the blond had started to rub his hands over his forearms. But it wasn't until he stood on the tarmac, facing the plane that he began to hyperventilate. He couldn't say anything, he just had tears running down his face as one hand clutched at the shirt covering his chest. Asami wasn't sure at first what was happening, all he could see was panic on his face and a deep pain in his boy's eyes that he never wanted to see there again.
Akihito was trying to follow Asami's calm instructions to slow down his breathing, but he kept flipping between sobbing uncontrollably, then being unable to catch his breath.
It ended a moment later when Suoh came up behind Akihito and cupped a large hand over his mouth and nose while settling his other paw over the blond's diaphragm. Akihito stared at Asami with surprise as Suoh's action started to have the same effect as breathing in and out of a paper bag.
He blinked a few times as his breathing slowly went back to normal, and he tapped the big hand over his face. Once it was removed, he made the mistake of taking a deep breath through his nose and felt light-headed and woozy. He would have collapsed onto Asami's chest if it weren't for the one strong arm still supporting him.
Asami looked up at Souh and sighed quietly. "Thank you, Kazumi. Please help him onto the plane." Asami took the blond's hand and held it a moment longer before squeezing it as he handed him over to his friend's care. Walking in front of the pair, he went up the steps first then turned in case Suoh needed help in handling the tired boy. As they stepped into the cabin, Asami took hold of Akihito.
"Sir, there seems to be a slight problem, there's been a delay in take off."
Asami's eyes narrowed at the news as he cradled the tired boy against him. "Explain."
"According to airport security, a young male named Takaba Akihito fitting his general description boarded a flight to Krasnoyarsk Krai, Russia, roughly four hours ago. It's a nearly nine hour flight, sir, one way."
Souh advised him there would be a simple security check on this Takaba Akihito's passport and credentials. As he threaded his fingers through Akihito's pale locks, nodding his understanding was all he could do. Souh bowed and left to see what he could do to hurry things up. By the time he left the plane he was on the phone to Kirishima to see if he could work some of his special magic.
Asami was pissed. He knew damn well who the fucking imposter was, and when the little shit showed up again he'd strangle him, AFTER he got the info on how he knew Keel.
Izaya was pouting childishly in first class as the plane headed towards Krasnoyarsk, the third largest city in Siberia. Krasnoyarsk was an important junction of the Trans-Siberian Railway, which, after a further four hour train ride, would get him to a place called Koma.
Flashback********
While Izaya was scanning through Akihito's photos over his shoulder, he took notice that there was a man in the background in nearly all photos. In the pictures, he wore a suit, kept his back to the camera and had a cane. The younger Asami instantly knew who it was. Looking out the window, he saw the same man sitting on a bench down the way, feeding birds. Izaya's eyes narrowed. He went back to Akihito, who was still engrossed with sorting through his photos. "I need to take care of something real quick, Kitten~" With that, Izaya walked out without waiting for a response and quickly sat down next to the man. Before he could open his mouth the older male spoke.
"Izaya, you disobeyed me. You were meant to be in hiding, but I find you playing dress up and getting into fights. I send you over here to give your older brother information and to get you some extra protection. Have you got anything to say for yourself, young man?" Izaya stayed silent and began to fiddle with the end of his sleeve, not daring to look the man in the eyes. "Well. I want you to go to Russia and retrieve something for me, and you must return here with the item within 72 hours, is that understood?"
Izaya kept his gaze down, still refusing to open his mouth. "Izaya, don't make me angry with you... If you complete this task to my standard and without distraction, I will buy you something on the way back here."
Izaya's ears perked up as he looked at the older male with big innocent eyes and asked with a sweet voice "Can I get strawberry licorice laces and some of your special ice cream hot chocolate sauce?"
The male just nodded with a indulgent smile. "Of course. But only if you complete the task I just gave you successfully."
End of Flashback*******
The residual fatigue was enough to knock Akihito out for roughly an hour Asami calculated, but then there had been a delay in their take off. 'How can Izaya cause this much trouble? Now why was he heading off to Siberia all of a sudden?' he frowned, growling at the thought of his brother dressing up as Izayahito again.
When he felt a shift on the bed, Asami mind went straight to Akihito. Izaya could look after himself, what was concerning Asami right now was he didn't know how Akihito was going react to being on the plane, heading back to Hong Kong. Fuck, he didn't know what caused the anxiety attack; one minute he seemed happy, the next he was in a full blown panic.
He had spoken to the pilots, then left Suoh to deal with everything else. He wanted to be with Akihito as soon as he woke up, hopefully he wasn't too pissed off with his chief of security. Even he was surprised with Suoh's quick action.
Akihito woke up feeling disorientated. He remembered the limo drive then… oh, wait, it was coming back to him. He'd had a major panic attack. Akihito was blinking hard when he felt a warm, soothing hand on the side of his face. Looking up he saw two golden eyes starting at him with concern, love and something else.
"Where are we?"
Asami hesitated before answering. "We just took off from Haneda International" as his hand started running through Akihito's hair.
"Oh" was all he could say. He didn't want to put into words what had happened at the airport. Feeling embarrassed, he moved to hide his face against Asami's chest.
"Care to explain what happened?" Asami didn't mean for it to come out as harsh as it did. Akihito silently shook his head 'no', as even he didn't know why it had happened, almost feeling like crying again.
Asami moved so he could see Akihito's face, gently wiping the tears that had fallen. "Don't worry Akihito, it's passed; you are okay now." Asami's voice was smooth, silky, low and husky, which only meant one thing to the blond's brain. And libido.
Asami's one hand flowed over Akihito's arm as the other moved his boy's head so he could kiss him, which Akihito responded to with gusto. Asami moved so he could lean his body on top of Akihito so their groins got some friction against each other.
Breathy moans and gasps sounded before another rough kiss. The plane shook due to turbulence, but neither men noticed or cared, too far gone for something trivial like that. Akihito shifted to move his head aside which gave Asami more access to kiss and lick down his neck, his collarbone, and rain open-mouthed kisses down his chest. Stopping at Akihito's nipples, he gave them ample attention and earned a groan from the blond boy as he arched into that nimble tongue.
"Ryuichi..." he breathed.
"What do you want?" Asami as always asked, his head looking up from Akihito's chest momentarily before carrying on his journey downward. Asami could see his kitten's eyes, dark and cloudy with lust.
Akihito, still trying to shake the effects of the attack off while he struggled to keep the sensations Asami was causing to course through him at bay as his powerful lover busied himself with marking and biting and kissing the inside of his thigh. At a particularly loud moan, Asami dragged himself away and looked down at the younger man beneath him. Akihito's face was flushed with arousal and his lips were kiss-swollen and freshly moistened, eyes half lidded and unfocused.
Akihito was able to get his unsteady arms around Asami's muscular neck as he lowered himself closer, inch by inch, to that kissable mouth hanging open, his cheek flushed with a dusting of pink and those brilliant blue eyes that could ensnare Asami whenever he looked at him, those brilliant blue eyes were now eyes dazed with desire. He was breathtaking; for a moment Asami stopped and took it all in. He was used to having the best of everything, but his Akihito was superlative.
Asami thought he looked his most beautiful and alluring as he was now. As he again lowered himself onto Akihito, the boy started rubbing his own restrained hard on against him. Akihito's body was humming with pleasure, the sparks continuously shooting up his spine. Not able to stand being trapped by his lover's body any longer, he used a sudden surge of desperate energy to partially shift and roll the surprised seme off of him as he straddled that ripped body and caught his breath.
Akihito braced his hands on Asami's torso for support, feeling those hard muscles of Asami's abdomen flex under his finger tips whenever he moved. The blond leaned forward to kiss Asami hard. He needed to get these cock-blocking clothes out of the way. NOW.
Panting as he bent over to concentrate on releasing Ryu's shirt from his pants, his fingers started to quiver at the way his lover's hands were running lightly over his ribs and up his back.
He wanted this shirt open at least before he couldn't even manage to unzip those pants. That resolution lasted a whole two buttons before Ryuichi took the shirt front away from him and tore it open, the last three buttons flying off to meet their lost brethren from times before.
Pushing his kitten's paws away, he easily lifted his hips up, with Akihito on top of him for the ride, to undo the button and zipper and slide his pants and boxer briefs down in one go to mid thigh. Before he could even think of his own clothes, Asami had his shirt roughly pulled off over his head as his other arm snaked around his wildcat's waist, pulling him down and on an angle so he could rid them both of his interfering bottoms.
At this angle, Akihito's dopamine-addled brain registered the bedside table drawer was just below him, and he decided to be proactive while the bigger man was mauling his pants, and slid open the drawer to reach for the lube.
His searching fingers did indeed find the lube, but they came across something else, too. Pulling out the bottle and putting it on the table top for the moment, he went back in search of the hard plastic container he'd felt.
Finding it again, he pulled in out to see what it was, and found a plug, one of the earliest toys he and Asami had used on the plane during a "pleasure cruise", a few days stolen away together as a holiday. Knowing his lover's penchant for cleanliness and hygiene, the toy was ready and waiting for playtime.
Feeling his Ryuichi getting ready to pull him back up, he resisted for a moment until he felt Ryu hesitate. He grabbed the bottle of lube, poured a generous amount over his fingers and the recently released plug, and sat up, partially turned away from his questioning lover.
Using the flat of his palm, he slid his hand over his smooth rounded ass cheek readily presented to Asami's eyes. Rubbing it slowly around until he heard a quiet growl, he then dipped one slicked finger into his divide and slid it around the rim of his hole, softly touching and caressing the tight entrance until it relaxed somewhat, and he slowly pushed a finger inside.
He could feel he was still rather loose from last night's "catching up" from his time away on his trip, so he pulled back and added a second finger, pushing them in, twisting them around, scissoring them apart. He glanced over at Ryuichi's face, and saw him completely focused in on watching what he was doing to himself, hardly breathing.
Smirking, his slipped both of his fingers out, and used them to hold his cheeks apart as his other hand brought the toy out of hiding, behind Ryu's thigh.
Asami sucked in air when he caught sight of the toy as it started to tickle and rub against the ring of muscles as Akihito teased himself with it.
He tossed his head back as he was about to push it in when a large hand fastened onto his far shoulder and another hand encompassed his hand holding the plug.
It slowly but firmly pushed up into Akihito, waiting momentarily at some resistance, then pushed upwards into him again.
Once it was inside, the other hand twisted it, then twisted it back, and slowly started to pull it out. As the thickest part of the toy was about to pull out of the muscular entrance, the hand went slack, and it got sucked in again.
By controlling the boy's hand, he was controlling how Akihito was fucking himself.
Finally tiring of watching and not participating, Ryuichi took the plug out of his boy's hand and put it aside. Then picking his boy up to face him head on, he seated the leaking head of his cock tight against Akihito's entrance.
The blond squirmed on it, mewling, and Asami relaxed his hold, letting his kitten slowly twist and move and impale himself. Once he was fully seated on the rigid cock, Akihito moaned as he started a slow, steady pace of lifting his hips up and down with his thighs, riding Ryu's long hard shaft.
Asami groaned as he watched his kitten move slightly back so he could use Ryu's thighs for balance. Asami could see his cock going in and out of Akihito as he started to ride him in earnest, gradually picking up speed. Asami nearly came from just watching him, desperately trying to get himself back under control.
Asami knew that his little sex kitten would one day make him cum before he did, but the older man gritted his teeth, bound and determined that today wouldn't be that day until he heard "Ah! Mmm…ah…ah…hah!", then he saw Akihito bitting his lip, trying to hold back his voice. Tears of pleasure were rolling down his cheeks, sweat beading slowly down his long neck as he threw his head back in complete and utter rapture. 'FuckIng hell, Kitten!' How could he be so seductive and so innocent at the same time.
"Akihito," Asami whispered as he partially sat up and kissed his chest. He took hold of the boy's waist, feeling his muscles coil as he pistoned harder up and down. Asami thrust up to match Akihito's rhythm, then gripped his head of wild hair, pulling it down, and smashing their lips together.
"Mmmm, mmmn… ngh-!" Akihito's voice was raw, lust filled, needy. Asami continued on, leaning forward to leave a mark on his boy's neck, opposite to where the Baishe dragon was tattooed. Once he bit down, his blond thrashed around and cried out.
Asami linked his fingers with his boy's, kissed Akihito's knuckles, then he caught hold of the other hand, linking those fingers together as well. He then pushed them around and into the small of Akihito's back, making him arch his spine further. He partially sat up, kissing and biting and twisting those defenceless nipples with his teeth. "Mmmm, mmmn… ngh! Hah… Ryuichi!"
Akihito gasped loudly, as he ground onto Asami lap, "I… I'm going to-!" His little wildcat managed to raise up one last time just as turbulence again rocked the plane, making him come down hard as Asami thrust up deeper into him.
Akihito screamed as he came. Asami had hit that bundle of nerve ending, causing Akihito's sight to explode into stars as he screamed again in ecstasy, his back arching out as far as it could.
As blackness started to gather 'round the edges of his sight, Akihito heard Asami's low guttural groan of "Akihito!" before he slipped away.
"So I take it the original itinerary for this five hour flight was hot plane sex for, mmm… two hours. Then, what: an hour break to eat? But I'm hungry, so let's make that a hour and a half; then what, more sex before we land?" Asami glanced at his Breitling SuperOcean Heritage watch.
"Less than three hours to go now... l don't think so Ryu..i..chi" his boy teased as the dark haired man pulled a fresh shirt on, before fetching his tie and cuff links.
Akihito was thinking about adding the comment "getting tired in your old age?" as by his calculations they would be landing right on time. Instead, an evil plan formed in his mind: after eating, there wouldn't be time to have a (for them) regular round of sex.
Convinced he was safe, Akihito went off looking for food. Unfortunately, the best laid plans of Akihito and men were all for naught as someone forgot to mention the hour long delay in leaving Japan while he slumbered...
Asami sat on the couch in the plane's lounge, a drink in his hand, when Akihito slipped up behind him and wrapped his arms around Asami's shoulders. Akihito placed a soft kiss on his cheek as Asami rubbed his boy's crossed arms.
"I've been learning French recently" he murmured as warm air breathed into Asami's ear. Akihito's voice, still husky from screaming in pleasure earlier, was such a turn on.
"Oh? Like what..." Akihito grinned an evil grin as he launched his diabolical plot.
"Salut. Mon nom est Akihito, et mon anniversaire est le 5 Mai. J'aime la photographie. Puis-je vous poser question?" Hi. My name is Akihito, and my birthday is May 5. I like photography. May I ask you a question?
Asami nodded his assent as he lifted his glass and took a sip of the amber liquid.
"Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?" Would you like to sleep with me?
Needless to say, the drink went down the wrong way.
As Akihito turned to leave, smirking, his hand lingered on the back of the couch a bit too long. Asami grabbed his wrist and pulled Akihito over the back of the couch.
The blond found himself sprawled on the couch cushions, right leg still draped over the back of the couch, the rest of him lying across Asami's lap, staring up into those smouldering eyes.
"Oh non vous ne faits pas." Asami said, voice deep and rumbling in his chest.
"Mais oui, je vais vous faire... mon cher. Chaton."
But of course, I will have you… my dear. Kitten.
Then he pulled his boy up close for a passionate kiss.
Breathlessly, the blond gripped those strong arms holding him, and whispered:
"Mon cher, utiliser votre langue sur moi, longue et plus profond."
My love, use your tongue on me, long and very deep.
"Cher, laissez-moi vous montrer ce que je peux faire."
Dear, let me show you what I can do.
Lifting Akihito, he got up off the couch and carried him back into the bedroom.
Twenty four hours before Asami and Akihito arrive in Hong Kong:
Feilong was moving before he was fully awake: someone was in his bedroom, in the dead of night. Not Yoh or Tao, or even the night guard posted outside his hallway door.
Feilong's gun was trained on the tall figure frozen mid stride by the foot of his bed, safety off.
As his eyes adjusted to the dark he could see the figure relax somewhat, then calmly continue to the chair by the window. Sitting down, he leaned his walking cane against the arm of the chair, removed a cigarette holder and lighter from an inner pocket for his suit jacket, selected a cigarette and lit up, the smouldering end flaring brightly in the dark room.
He stayed ready, since he knew that just because the intruder was sitting quietly, behaving himself, it didn't mean he wasn't a threat. To himself, or his family, the youngest of whom was sleeping just down the hall. "What are you doing here" he asked, his voice low and deadly.
"If I wanted to kill you, you would be dead now, Lui Feilong" the intruder stated flatly. "What I would like is a quiet word with you, if you don't mind. In private." The baritone voice rumbled softly through the darkness as the stranger stood up, gestured towards the door, and calmly walked out of the bedroom into the adjacent office.
Feilong, still hesitant of the man, followed him out after pulling on a robe. This man reminded him of someone, especially the way that voice sounded in the shadows.
And more so when he found his"visitor" fixing himself a drink at the bar, then turning towards Feilong, enquiring if he would like one too. That's the type of move Asami or himself would use.
"Well, what would you like to talk about, Mr...?" Feilong stood side on to the man with his arm relaxed, but the gun still at the ready.
The man sat down near the window across from Feilong's preferred chair and stared down unseeingly at the low table between them, a small furrow between his brows appeared then disappeared as soon as he elegantly crossed his legs, then looked at Feilong and swept his hand towards the opposite chair.
"Please, have a seat. I have some information for you; also, I would like to ask a few questions of you, if I may, to help me clarify some points of my own." The man stubbed out his cigarette as the head of the Baishe took his seat. "Also, do not feel it necessary to keep the gun at hand because of me" his visitor assured, a small smile on his face.
Feilong shrugged lightly as he settled back in the chair. "Very well, I am listening to you", he said, laying the gun down in his lap, still pointed towards his visitor.
"Liu-san, I have been made aware there has been a 'hit' put out a young man who is connected with you" he stopped, pausing for a moment, "as well as Asami Ryuichi. I believe his name is Takaba Akihito." Feilong's eyes widened for a moment before nodding for the man to continue.
"I understand your hesitation about my intentions, I myself am unsure at this time what they are; however, as I said, a hit has been ordered on Takaba-Sensei and even I don't know if Ryuichi can protect him if he chooses to."
Feilong heard the cold words. The man seemed to know Asami, but why did he dismiss Akihito like a plaything Asami wouldn't care about losing…?
"What is your name, before we continue?"
"Fufufu... my name." The man placed a second cigarette in his lips. As he lit up again, Feilong got a look at his face. The visitor was an older gentleman, his short hair was slicked back, a few strands falling across his forehead, the color was dark with a strip of white through it. His face had a few lines around his eyes, making him look like a man in his mid fifties, handsome, deep red eyes with flex of gold like cherry amber watched Feilong closely.
"Just call me Tadashi-sama, fufu" he chuckled, inhaling some nicotine. "Are you interested in the information or would you like me to leave, Liu-san?"
"I am listening, Tadashi Ryūjin -Sama (忠 正) loyal, true (龍神 dragon god)" he allowed, a small flicker of a smile at the corner of his lips as Feilong realised what the name meant. A matching smile appeared on the man's lips as he inhaled his cigarette again.
"You were at dinner when Takaba attacked Mr. Julius Keel, which has lead to Julius taking rather hasty action by placing the hit on Takaba-Sensei" he said as he breathed out smoke, leaning back in the chair, staring straight at Feilong.
"You seem well informed about this situation" Feilong observed as his fingers caressed the grip of his handgun.
"Yes, well, that's where it gets complicated. Mr. Keel, even though he is someone I personally wouldn't have dealings with if I could avoid it, seems to think of himself as unassailable, which for him is dangerous, and he is trying to become something he can never achieve." Feilong's guts tensed involuntarily as he watched his visitor's fingers curl around the cigarette. "I'm here to ask for two favours."
"Only two?" Feilong asked, amused with the request in this situation.
"One: you must not tell anyone you have met me; if you do, I will have take certain actions. Two: I need everything you know about your little brother's actives in detail, even the smallest bit of information, like his favourite colour."
Black eyes burned with protective possessiveness. Feilong tightened his grip on the gun and asked "Why?"
"That is my business; will you comply?" Tadashi pulled a card from a gold and onyx business card holder he'd removed from his waistcoat pocket, handing it over to Feilong who took it tentatively. It read "Mr. Ren Drake, CEO BAE Systems plc."
"Again, why? You seem very capable of finding this information without my help." Feilong waved his hand with the card in it to encompass the suite. "You seem to have gained entrance into my private quarters without incident."
The man just nodded. "True, your security is quite good, it's just that I'm better" he said with a trace of a smirk. The man's face then looked a little pensive until he calmly spoke again as if commenting that the weather was nice. "The problem is, Mr. Keel approached me personally about killing Takaba Sensei."
T.B.C...
Izaya's Shenanigans...
Izaya: Do you think toothbrushes have feelings?
Asami: Izaya, it's 3 o'clock in the morning...
Izaya: ...
Izaya: But like, wouldn't you be salty if someone shoved you in their mouth everyday?
A sleepy voice from a lump on the other side of the bed: He hasn't complained so far...
Asami: *screams into pillow*
Izaya: Punch me in the face.
Souh: Punch you?
Izaya: Yes. Punch me, in the face. Didn't you hear me?
Souh: I always hear"punch me in the face" whenever you're speaking, but it's usually just sub-text.
Notes:
Research show me this if it's wrong please let me know
Tadashi (忠 正) loyal, true
Ryujin. (龍神 ) dragon god, Longshein in Chinese as 'Long' means dragon.