Summary:

Feilong and Akihito are each having their own difficulties, and decide to get some "family counselling"... by going clubbing for the night. Really, what could possibly happen...?

Notes:

So, this is my second chapter update, partially based on Sleepy_robin's notes, partially based on skipping my meds (joking! Or am I? o_O)

Chapter Text

Home to Hong Kong, part II

Akihito woke up from what little restless sleep he could get. Weary and feeling like refried shit, he rubbed away the tear tracks on his face and ran his fingers through his hair. Even though he hadn't eaten much the day before, his stomach didn't grumble with hunger. Shrugging off his sheets, he got up up and slouched into the bathroom. After taking care of this and that, he showered and put on some clothes he had left in the closet. Stepping out of his bedroom, he caught the scent of cigarette ash in his sitting room. Startled, he glanced over at the arm chair, and sucked in an unhappy breath. Asami was slumped, deep asleep in the chair. What was he doing here? He must been tired from traveling and the work they did yesterday, he should have slept in his own bed. If he had wanted to sleep with him, he would have just climbed into bed with him instead of staying here, drinking and smoking… Oh gods, was he torn between wanting to be with Fei last night, and some misplaced feeling of loyalty to him? He had to leave, fast. Let them work out whatever was between them without him getting in the way. He wouldn't run away, though. He'd talk to Fei before he left, let them know he wasn't angry and he wanted nothing but the best for them both. But he couldn't face either of them right now. In fact, he couldn't face anybody. He'd just slip down to the kitchen, grab something to eat and drink, and then be alone for a while. He had to think some things out before he left.

His household was is a quiet uproar. Not only were preparations underway for his birthday tomorrow, but now Boss' adopted younger brother had not been seen since dinner the night before, and the Japanese guest was an imposing presence within the mansion as he stalked about, hunting for the young man. Feilong let him and Tao search were they would, making sure that Suoh and Yoh were in constant contact with their people inside and outside the property. When Aki still didn't come to eat lunch with them, Feilong decided to go get the boy himself. Where Tao, and most especially Aki was concerned, if they were quiet, you'd better find them. Quick.

Leaving the veranda from the back of the house, he entered the courtyard garden and scouted around the ponds first. Finding no clues, he then cast around the outer walls until he came across a foot trail across one of the landscaped planting beds between clumps of painted ferns and fluffy astilbes in bloom, heading behind the peony trees at the end of the terrace. Ducking down to pass under two of the plants that arched together, Feilong saw the trail end at the top of the ivy-covered retaining wall that met the corner of the family wing outside wall. Glancing down, he didn't see any tracks among the caladium plants at the wall base. Studying the top of the wall, he saw where vine stems were crushed by footsteps, and followed the tracks to the quoins at the corner of the house. Making his way over the top of the wall, Feilong saw some scuffing on the top of the decorative masonry that wrapped around the corner. Testing with his fingers tips for a grip, he scaled the wall past the overhang and pulled himself up onto the roof. Walking into the incline, he moved up the roof and slipped over the balustrade onto a hidden platform between peaks of the roof. Feilong looked around: no one had even realised this observation deck/shooter's nest had been up here. He supposed he'd be up here in the coming weeks, poking around under the eaves of the different attics with Yoh, seeing just what else was up here. Walking over to the open door, he bent down to enter the hidden space. As his eyes got used to the gloom inside, he caught sight of a bundle of clothes with a nest of blond hairs sticking out. The assassin moved over to what he still considered "his boy", but for a totally different reason than the yakuza did. He stood quietly for a moment, observing Akihito, then spoke. "Little brother, why didn't you tell any of us you were in pain?"

A muffled noise came from inside the mass, before he heard a reply of "I didn't want to be a burden. I can deal with my own problems, can't I? If not, how could I even be worthy of being part of his life? Any of yours?"

Settling himself down, Feilong sat on his heels beside the blond, paying attention to his Aki's rambling about how he should leave his Fei and Ryu to be together, business and relationship wise, while he tried to sort himself out. How it was all for the best, really. How Tao didn't need a mess like him complicating his teenage years. And that's precisely when Feilong lost his patience. Grabbing Akihito by the shoulders, he hauled the boy in against his body and kissed him, hard, trapping him within his tight embrace. He poured his care, his love and concern, his guilt and his want into that kiss, trying to make the boy understand what he meant to him. When he released him from that kiss, he looked down into shocked blue eyes and quietly told him "You won't leave us on my birthday. You are going to stay tonight and tomorrow night with us, here, and you are going to sleep on it before you make any decisions. The day after tomorrow will be soon enough to do whatever you think you have to do. But tonight, you and I are going drinking."

Akihito listened to his big brother, watching those lips that had been on his mouth moments ago, mesmerized, then started in surprise at Feilong's announcement. "Drinking? Are you nuts?! You haven't gotten drunk in years! What the hell, man?"

"Because, my dear boy, I have recently been under a lot of stress with the merger, I have been worried about you more than usual, and I've been trying to behave while in close personal quarters with your fiancé and his men, who I've previously expended a great deal of time and energy maintaining a personal animosity against. If I am going to age a whole year overnight, I am fucking going to do something stupid to feel like I earned it."

They looked at each other for a few seconds before they grinned at the same time. Aki bumped Fei on the shoulder with his own and knocked his head back, his look and stance showing he was back at sass level 10. A good place to start from. Putting his arm around the blond's shoulders, he surveyed their surroundings with an amused look. "So, little one, did you find a way to the lower floor any of the times you've been up here, or do we go down the same way we came up?"

Akihito eyed his big bro's usual house cheongsam and snickered. "Why, do you need someone to hold your dress outta the way as you climb down? Shall I go first to hand you down when you alight from your castle, Princess?"

Gazing into those dancing blue eyes, Feilong's face became morose, his eyes forlorn. He shook his head sadly before saying "I lost your respect the first time I threatened to sell you then didn't follow through, didn't I?" Aki laughed and blew him a really wet raspberry.

After grabbing a quick bite to eat, the dynamic duo went their separate ways to clean up and make themselves pretty for the night ahead. Meeting up again later at the back staircase, Aki took a moment to appreciate his "date" for the evening, taking in the the sex on a stick in blue jeans that stopped and posed for a moment on the landing above him, then descended the stairs to a lusty wolf whistle from the blond. Checking out his boy's own ensemble of denim and silk, the unruly hair and bright eyes, Feilong silently breathed a sigh of relief that the boy hadn't relapsed back into his own personal hellhole. Leading the way to the side car park, he clicked "send" on the message he had typed on his phone earlier as he paused beside the open rear car door and tied his hair back in a loose braid; knowing it would take a few moments to forward the text from Suoh and Yoh to Asami, keeping to the spirit of not allowing anyone of their combined group to leave the house unescorted by a mixed team, if not the intent behind it. Besides, he'd kept his promise to let Asami know that Aki was safe with him, he just didn't mention when he had found him, or where they were heading. He was going to have a private talk with his Akihito, and by the time his business partner and company found out which of his clubs they were going to, he planned to have them both good and drunk.

When Asami stalked into the club with Suoh and an equally displeased Yoh on his heels, he didn't wait for the accompanying guards to spread out. He stood still in the lounge area by the booths surrounding the dance floor and swept the room with a deadly glare that settled on a mob of people standing at a corner leather banquette and table. Approaching the scene, Asami saw the seating area was raised a step above the main floor. Standing head and shoulders above everyone else, he could see a rather impressive collection of shot glasses, highballs and cocktail umbrellas gathered in the centre of the table, and what he recognized as Feilong's beautiful hair pooled on the table itself, coloured light reflected in the dark tendrils. The Baishe leader's head was on top of a pile of it, face down, his arms wrapped limply around his head. Asami turned sideways to wedge his way through the mass of hopefuls trying to score an evening with the gorgeous male, some of the pack getting bitchy about the disturbance until they caught sight of who was disrupting their game. Making his way through the cluster of lesser beings, he stopped once he got to the table, provoking the until-then Alpha of the group to growl "The fuck you think you're…" until he got a good look at the other hottest thing he'd ever seen that wasn't covered in hot fudge sauce and sprinkles. Asami, for his part, didn't even waste a glance at any of them, focusing in on the fact that there was only one Feilong and zero Kitten present.

Feilong weakly raised his hand, and without moving his head, pointed to Asami and said "This is my business partner and future brother-in-law." Swivelling his hand about, he pointed to Suoh who had joined the crowd and continued. "That is his head of security," before moving his hand again to point at a nearly scowling Yoh and said "that is my lover, and them, they are our men…" as he casually swept his hand to include the ring of hostile men in suits that had closed in on the group. The clump broke up and quietly dissipated in ones and twos until only Asami and the stupid but ballsy "alpha" were left at the table. The somewhat inebriated man blinked between the puddle on the table and the imposing specimen in the suit between them, and queried "Then who's the blond pretty boy who came in with you…?" Golden eyes swung in his direction, impaling him with a look that seemed like the sexiness attached to it was deciding between having a flamethrower or a grenade dispose of him. Deciding finally that discretion was the better part of valour, he quietly slunk away.

Asami turned back to Feilong, and found Yoh at his side, checking on his condition. Lighting up one of his Dunhills while he waited, Asami scanned the dance floor, looking for any sign of his boy. Hearing Yoh ask Feilong where Akihito was as he tried to get his lover to drink some water, Asami looked back at the some-what retired assassin to watch as Fei proved he was part liquid, part cat by simultaneously drawing his legs up from under the table as he smoothly twisted his body around until his legs were hanging over the back of his seat and he lay face up, the back of his headed pillowed on the pile of hair still on the table as an arm was unsteadily thrown over his eyes. The other hand pointed unerringly towards a clump of moving bodies on the dance floor; like a school of bait fish, each youth seemed to be trying to get close to the centre for safety, away from the circling predators. As he watched, the crowd parted for an instant and he caught a glimpse of his kitten. Asami then realised that the little fish were staying away from where Akihito was dancing, and it was the carnivores circling his boy. Tossing his cigarette into one of the empty glasses on the table, he caught Suoh's eye and pointed with his chin towards the dance floor as he moved out. Two pairs of guards broke off and followed, spreading out behind him to form a wedge. The minnows skittered out of his way without even looking, the harriers scattered when they saw the apex predators approaching. Only two of the hunters were left when he reached Akihito: one was down on his knees, forehead pressed to the floor as one hand covered his bloodied nose, the other cradled his balls. The second man, bruised and disheveled, was behind the unsteady blond's back preparing to entrap him in a bear hug. Without hesitation Asami grabbed the male's arm, spun him away from his boy and smashed his fist into the other's jaw in one movement. Leaving the unconscious sack of shit where he dropped, Asami scooped his kitten up in his arms and over his shoulder, his left arm curling about the boy's thighs to keep hold of him as he turned about and headed back to Feilong's table. Yoh had Feilong upright on his feet, arm around his lover's back, supporting him, but Asami was in no mood to wait for them to coax the triad leader out of the club. Stooping down beside his former rival, Asami put his right arm under Feilong's hips and tucked him up against his chest while supporting his knees. Standing up while holding both men, one draped limply over his shoulder, one seated on his arm leaning against him, he nodded to Suoh and Yoh to move out as some of the mere mortals milling about them gaped in awe at the man's departure.

Not too long after, Feilong was on the floor in front of Yoh, moaning quietly as the Japanese man swept back his hair. Yoh's steadying hand on top of his head felt comforting as he moved, helping him as he fought off the dizziness. He found he either had too much saliva to swallow, or else his mouth was sticky and dry. He had to stop for a moment as a wave of nausea swept over him. Wiping the back of his hand over his mouth, he closed his eyes for a moment, willing the room to stop spinning. He hung his head, loose strings of alcohol-soaked hair dangling close to his nose almost making him dry heave. Yoh held his shoulders, gently pulling the strands away from his face. Feilong looked up, concentrating on a spot on the ceiling, taking calming breaths through his nose and exhaling from his mouth, all while fighting to ignore random odours trying to trigger his gag reflex. Yoh bent over him, looking him in the eyes, talking in a calm, soothing tone, a sympathetic smile on his face. He gently drew the long black hair through his fingers over and over again, quietly loving the way the silky hair felt in his grasp.

"So boss, was it worth reversing four years worth of letting your liver heal itself in one night?"

Fei groaned at the loud, torturous noise the other man made. "Be glad I'm the man who loves you right now, not your master. That other man would kill you without regret." Chuckling, Yoh leaned over a bit further to plant a kiss on Fei's forehead. That made the Baishe leader smile a little. "Happy birthday, my lovely, fearsome, wrathful master."

"Yoh, as much as I adore you and want you in my life, for the sake of your body and my sanity, shut. up."

Combing the cascade of blue/black hair with his fingers, he asked teasingly. "Did the drinking at least chase away whatever doleful kami was plaguing you this past week?"

Resigning himself to the fact that this horrible noise was going to continue, he tried using the technique he'd learned to contain and then ignore pain. Unfortunately, he realised too late that the part of his brain that was trying to brutally murder him was also the part in charge of dispelling pain, so that idea was out. Apparently, it was getting revenge for all the times he had abused it, and payback was a bitch. Grumbling something about how he didn't think he'd been that obvious, Feilong leaned his head against Yoh's legs, and prayed for a quick death. Yoh wriggled his fingers through the thick hair to Fei's scalp, and started massaging it gently. Fei groaned again, because as good as it felt, it felt awful.

"Asami wondered if you knew how old your mother was when she died. He said when he turned the same age his mother was when she passed, it did a number on him for a while too."

Feilong opened his eyes and went still. The room didn't spin, there wasn't any distracting noises or odours, and Yoh was supporting him. And his once most bitter enemy had figured out what was wrong with him, and was quietly telling him that he had gone through this too, and understood. Sighing, he got up on his knees. "Before I go to sleep, I'm going to finish this."

Yoh just shook his head and gathered up all the loose hair again as his Feilong bent forward to his task, and with a deep inhale took firm hold of the toilet.

It was still dark when Akihito finally came around. He and Fei had been drinking heavily as they hashed things out the night before. His hangover felt like a rattling buzzsaw running through his head. Groaning inwardly, he started getting some of his senses back. Slowly he realised he was lying on his back, his wrists were hand cuffed above his head and he was blindfolded. 'Well, shit' was all he thought when he felt a presence near him. Akihito tried to move away from whomever was sitting beside him when he felt fingers gently caress his chest, grazing a nipple as the hand swept down his torso.

"Don't fuckin' touch me you bastard!" Akihito snarled, pulling on his restraints. The hand slid back up Akihito's body. "Fuck. I said STOP IT! When I get free, and I damn well will, I am so gonna fuck your ass up." Akihito was angry and nauseous as he spat out the words. Whoever was touching him still stayed silent as his fingers moved to part his unbuttoned shirt, then gracefully skimmed across Akihito's smooth chest, along his collarbone, up his neck, along his jawline before suddenly gripping his chin tightly. He felt lips close by on his cheek. Akihito was about to yell again when the hand gripped tighter to keep his face in place as the unknown man ghosted a kiss on Akihito lips. As the man pulled away Akihito's brow changed from an angry "I'm gonna kill you" scowl to a more confused "huh?" look. "Asami...?" he whispered. Akihito heard a small chuckle in reply. "Asami, you fuckin' bastard, take this fuckin' blindfold off me right. the fuck. NOW." Akihito was angry, confused, and his head was hurting like an atom that was being split.

"I am so glad you know my touch. That pleases me, my little kitten." Asami's fingers grazed one of his boy's nipples again. Akihito failed to stop a gasp from escaping. "Oh my sweet Akihito, what should I do with you when you have been such a naughty kitten?" Asami leaned forward, giving another chaste kiss as he moved off the bed. Akihito was trying to pull at his restraints.

"Asami, what are you on about?" Akihito grumbled as he tried to remember what happened last night. Jumbled fragments of the evening before bubbled to the surface. He remembered going to a club with Fei. He'd been upset, both men talked as they drank, then he needed to blow off some energy, so he thought he'd go dancing, staying where his big brother could keep an eye on him. "So... I went clubbing last night and had a drink," Akihito mumbled to himself "or five… Why am I blindfolded and chained up?" he asked again, rattling the handcuffs.

Asami hadn't moved and watched Akihito struggle. While his face was impassive, he was furious inside. Akihito had forgotten what he did yesterday and last night. Asami was trying very hard to keep his anger in check.

Akihito had stopped struggling and lay still. Cocking his head, he breathed quietly, listening. "Ryuichi...? What did I do last night? Whatever it was, I'm sorry. All I remember was that I'd been depressed, hurting, and angry with myself." Akihito voice was low and sad. Asami stood, looking down at his Akihito, his anger slowly subsiding. He moved closer, his fingers caressed Akihito's cheek. Akihito automatically moved his head closer to feel his touch.

'Why does he still doubt himself?' Asami frowned, his anger finally drifting off as he took his fingers away. Asami had sat watching a sleeping Akihito all night, smoking a complete packet of Dunhills, furious with him. He had waited for his anger to subside enough that he could deal with his boy without fear of accidentally hurting him. He knew Akihito loved him and would never want to leave him again, but he was angry, not for his actions at the club (well, maybe a few), but for the conversation he had with Feilong, during which the had quietly speed dialled his number so he could listen in as their boy admitted to having doubts that he was good enough to be with him, that he didn't deserve his crime lord like Feilong did. Asami couldn't help but surround himself with strong individuals; that was the way his business was, and that was the kind of people that were drawn to his side. But it was the boy's insecurities and self doubts that truly made him angry.

Akihito had always been a ball of contradictions: he was the most stubborn, strong willed, die hard positive person he'd ever met, but could also become the most cripplingly vulnerable boy, making Asami instinctively need to protect his precious Akihito. The boy was as strong and fierce as he was beautiful, much more than any of his colleagues or enemies. Akihito also still had an innocence about him which hadn't diminished over the years. He was still open and trusting, too much sometimes, which would infuriate him. Akihito knew how he felt about their relationship, so why did he even start thinking such things. Sometimes his kitten could wind him up enough to think about cheerfully wringing his neck. Asami had decided that he would make Akihito understand how beautiful, strong and in what high esteem he was held so he would never doubt his worth again. Akihito softly groaned at the loss of contact. "Don't worry, my Akihito. I need some time, but I'll be back soon. Because we need to settle this. Today." Asami murmured before he kissed his kitten's forehead and left the room. Akihito could hear Asami's feet on the carpet floor outside the door, moving away. Akihito was desperately trying to remember what events occurred a few hours earlier. Why was Asami so angry?

"What happened last night?" Akihito whispered to himself, as he was trying to break free from the handcuffs with a neat trick he'd discovered. Asami's voice had been cool in his responses, which worried Akihito; what did he do to piss him off? Akihito should be the one pissed off, not getting punished. That thought galvanized Akihito into action. Wiggling up the bed, he was able to make enough slack in the cuff chains that they hung down limply when his arms were raised, allowing him to move his forearms somewhat. Hooking his fingers through the loose cuff attached to the bed frame, he maneuvered his arms close to his head to work off the blindfold. Once that was done, he checked on the length of the chain between the swivels each cuff. Then slowly, carefully, he began to manipulate the links of chain around the swivel until it was coiled around the swivel and couldn't twist about any more. Maintaining a taught force against the nonfunctioning swivel, he began to increase the tension between the chain and the cheek of the cuff where the swivel was trapped in a channel until the metal of the cuff cheek gave slightly. Doing this again allowed enough of the channel to give way that the swivel was pulled out of the channel of the cuffs, right between where the cheek rivets were. One hand down, one to go…

Izaya's Shenanigans

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TV: Are you ready kids?

Izaya: *watching TV* Aye aye captain!

TV: I can't hear you...

Izaya: *screams this time* Aye Aye Captain!

Asami: SHUT THE FUCK UP IT'S 3 IN THE FUCKING MORNING!

Izaya: knick knack it's time to snack~

Izaya: munch much it's time for lunch~

Izaya: you're in luck, we're going to fu-

Asami/Akihito/Kei: Do you ever think before you speak?!