Chapter 30: An Evening at the Casino Macao
The night before the Sion Group/Baishe merger announcement, Asami and Akihito spend the evening at Feilong's casino and hotel in Macao.
Asami kissed his kitten softly on his head then turned and walked away, leaving Akihito alone in the mezzanine of the casino. The last minute plan review had finally come around, and Yoh had sent word that Feilong, Kirishima, Suoh and he were already in his office, waiting. As Asami waited for the attendant to summon the private personnel elevator for him, he took one last look over to where his blond was standing, alone in the crowd Asian business moguls and underworld leaders by the balcony French doors, looking so small and vulnerable. Asami's heart tugged at him, his instincts urging him to go comfort and reassure his boy, but Akihito was correct and business needed seeing to. His wildcat had recovered his usual cheeky attitude on his personalized regime of care, attention and numerous orgasms, along with good food and time spent with him and his brothers. And with that thought he made himself leave.
Akihito stood holding his flute of 2005 Belle Époque Rose Champagne. He saw Asami's hesitation and like so many times in the past day he had to reassure his lover that he would be fine on his own. But as soon as his demon left the area, Akihito missed his presence and his heart started to ache somewhat, even though he knew his Asami wouldn't be long. The wealthy and influential people around him didn't like him here. He could tell by their sidelong glances that they thought he shouldn't be here, mingling with them, acting like one of their kind, and that he especially shouldn't be there with the likes of the leaders of both the Sion Group and the Baishe. However, Akihito had learned that the only opinion that actually meant anything to him in the end was Asami's, even over his Baishe brothers, so maybe later he would play the game that Asami always enjoyed the most and rub some noses in the fact that Asami liked to show him off to "his" crowd and gain a few more jealous rivals. Or else let Asami dangle out there like bait for those out hunting for the next backer of their golden dreams. Shaking his head at the thought of the mixed mob that would follow his fiancé's hot, rich ass around (because that's where his wallet was, don't ya know), he decided to have mercy on Fei's alert security and just wait for his man out of the way.
Akihito moved toward the French doors and discretely using his own VIP badge, swiped the card in the security pad by the French doors and escaped the critical eyes of those inside. Stepping out onto the balcony, he looked over the nightscaped garden below, taking in the softly coloured lanterns and pools of discretely lit seating areas amid the darkened pathways winding around down below him. His mind wandered, as always, back to his six foot one lover that was a god among men. His man had power, wealth, looks, strength, a body many would die or kill for, prestige, sex appeal, looks, intelligence, and all at an age where, if he kept playing the game his way, all of that would continue for decades to come. He was an impressive package alright, but he would never tell Asami that; his ego was already the size of the damn planet, and Akihito just was the one lucky enough to get caught up in his gravity well. Taking a sip of Champagne, he thought back to the morning before yesterday when he had almost talked himself into leaving…
**Flashback**
Akihito had slipped unnoticed out of Feilong's compound. Despite it being his second home, his mood inside there deepened his dark thoughts. He needed to escape, clear the cobwebs, see thing differently and get some fresh air. Jogging down to the nearest town, he caught a local bus into the city, and sat with his head against the window, staring out at nothing.
Akihito always blindly headed towards the Museum of Art in the East Tsim Sha Tsui area of the island. Getting off at the Salisbury Road bus terminus, he walked through the Salisbury Garden park and angled towards the back terrace of the building, where he could calm himself overlooking the water of Victoria Harbour. He was far too early for the museum itself to be opened but just being here calmed him. His head was confused and his heart still in turmoil. As he turned the southeast corner of the museum and passed the Avenue of the Stars, he saw a older man and a couple of thugs. Now this was something that Aki understood clearly, and as he drew nearer he could hear the young toughs trying to intimidate the stylish gentleman into giving them his money for their breakfasts. With a grim smile, he waded into the fray to help the older man. Turned out the other fellow hadn't really needed that much help, using his walking stick as a Hanbo ("half staff") to both defend himself and attack while Aki laid into other kids barehanded, and between the two of them they had scattered the troublemakers and put the run on them with nothing worse than bloody noses, bruises and a sprained wrists or two. Akihito felt better after the morning melee, and he was grinning as he turned his attention to the man he'd "rescued". Though in casual clothes, the older gentleman was dressed well, his black hair with a distinctive white stripe was stylishly slicked black, and his cherry amber eyes flickered with amusement as he leaned on his cane. "Now why did you do that? You could have gotten yourself hurt, young fellow", the man said with a smirk. Akihito watched the man, not saying a word; he was taken aback at how this fine looking gentlemen was giving him the once-over, so foreign and yet so familiar. The blond had the fleeting impression that this is what his Ryu would be like in about three decades or so...
Akihito swallowed hard when he realised he'd been staring. "Yeah, sorry if I got in the way of your morning exercise, sir, but it's not in my nature to just stand by if I can help." And that's when the familiar scowl appeared. "Even if it was unnecessary, a simple thank you for the effort is usually considered polite. Well, you seem to be alright, so have a nice day, sir" he said, turning to leave.
"Wait... my apologies, you are right of course, thank you. May I buy you coffee and maybe some breakfast as a reward, young ...?" he enquired, his eyes never leaving the blond's.
"Akihito. Please, just call me Akihito. Thank you, a coffee and pastry sounds nice."
"Now I am sure you are aware, Akihito, that people who are in love do stupid thing. And I must say that this Asami of yours does sound like he's acting quite the fool. I've learned over the years that the richer or more powerful a person is, when they get to a certain age their dreams become simple. I am quite familiar with the dream of world domination that changes into wanting a comfortable life with someone they love. I assure you, Akihito, that this man loves you, that he has been faithful to you, and it sounds like he's ever only loved you. You know this, Akihito, so don't pay any attention to anyone or anything that tells you otherwise. The second worst thing a person can do is to listen to the doubting voices in their head that tell them they're not good enough. The very worst thing one can do is believe them." Waiting until he got a nod of understanding from the shaggy head across from him, he smiled and said " Now, young man, I must be about my day. My car will be coming to pick me up at the Salisbury Garden gate near here. Would you like a ride anywhere?" Thanking the elderly man for breakfast, his time and his advice, Akihito then struck off towards the garden gate and the bus terminus beyond, heading back up into the foothills and home to think. As his car pulled away, the older man had a thoughtful look on his face as he watched the blond head off. As the car pulled up to the front of the museum, he lowered the back window and waited for the roughed-up young men there to approach the vehicle and bow. Removing an envelope from his portfolio on the seat beside him, he addressed the leader of the group, saying "Hopefully you didn't suffer too much damage at our hands. Take this as payment for your troubles, and tell your boss that this pays one of his debts to me." With that, he dismissed the group and had his driver head off.
**…And now, back to our regularly scheduled story**
So today had been three years to the night since he had photographed Asami in that hotel room with that other blond, a three year long journey with many twists and turns, and more than a few dips. Tonight was a good night to put paid to the past and look towards the future, especially considering the typhoon the men he loved, his brother and his fiancé, were going to unleash on an unsuspecting Asia and Europe tomorrow. The calm before the storm, as it were. For the last night of the "old world order", it was a warm, the moon was bright, and the lights dancing on the water were breathtaking. Akihito leaned on the stone railing, idly swirling his nearly empty glass.
Hearing a noise behind him made him jump. Turning around to give whomever was intruding on his privacy a piece of his mind, Akihito instead just stared, gasping in a quick breath. There stood a handsome man partially revealed by the moonlight. The man in front of him smiled softly and spoke, his voice deep and low, making Akihito shiver. "I saw you out here, looking rather lonely. So I brought you a drink and thought I'd ask you why you're here."
Akihito blushed, and shrugged. "Once we got here, my fiancé got called into work."
The man walked nearer and shook his head. "Then he must be an idiot for leaving such a lovely boy alone and unguarded. "
Akihito cheeks flushed darker at the comment, even as he rolled his eyes. "Well, it couldn't be helped. He has important things to prepare for" he replied, turning back to look at the garden below.
The man came to stand closer, his hand holding the other Champagne flute resting on the railing, only inches away from Akihito's.
"He is a fool, then. I wouldn't leave you alone for a moment. What is your name?" he asked, smiling slightly as his eyes roamed over Akihito, pushing the Champagne glass into Akihito's hand.
"My name, huh... I think it's far too early to give you my name" he grinned back as he accepted the drink and sipped it. He did like the taste of this Champagne, it wasn't dry like Asami usually preferred, but had a nice balance of sweet and dry with a hint of blood oranges and pomegranate.
"Well, then permit me keep you company, at least until your companion comes back; that is, if he remembers to come back. These businessmen just can't seem to stop working, especially on a beautiful night like tonight."
Akihito sighed in agreement as he sipped his Champagne. "So why are you here tonight?"
"Mm, well, my lover pushed me to go to work, but then I saw you... I just felt I had to come and talk to you."
"Ah. And what do you want to talk to me about?"
The man moved even closer, then gently tilted Akihito's chin with his fingertips to stare up into his eyes, and just for a moment, they knew what each other was thinking. He leaned in closer and kissed Akihito on the lips.
"I think you are mistaken. My future husband will be back soon, and I wouldn't want to be the cause of a serious misunderstanding" he spoke sharply, moving slightly away.
"Oh, there is no misunderstanding here. He left you alone for what, a meeting with a business partner? Ridiculous. Please, tell me your name."
Akihito could not help it as his body moved closer. "Akihito... my friends call me Akihito."
"Am I a friend, Akihito?" Each word felt like silk slipping over Akihito's skin as he nodded his head.
"Your fiancé, are you two close, or is it for convenience?"
Rolling his eyes again, the blond grinned. "Well, he can be an asshole sometimes."
"If he doesn't treat you right, why are you together? You deserve better " his taller companion asserted, frowning slightly as he sipped his Champagne.
"He cares about me, and takes very good care of me, I guess. He's just a very possessive, manipulative, conceited, jealous, condescending, stubborn bastard" he snapped, catching his breath.
"Oh. Are those his good points? You seem to be having issues. Seeing as how we are being so honest, my own lover acts like a princess. He demands my attention twenty-four hours a day, he acts like a spoiled, stubborn, child that can be deceitful and prickly. If I manage to have five minutes of alone time in a day, he ruins it by doing something so stupid I have to rush in and look after him."
Akihito stood still for moment. That was far too close to home. He was about to say good night when his suitor asked him a question: "Do you believe in love at first sight?" Perplexed by the question, Akihito stood frozen, looking up at the tall man.
"If you'd asked me that three years ago, my answer would have been 'no', but now, I sometimes believe it can be true... Why?"
"Because when I saw you across the crowed room, you took my breath away. I believe I've fallen in love with Akihito." His lips were soft as he kissed Akihito, pouring everything he had into the kiss. When he pulled away, he swiped a tear from Akihito's cheek. Caught in the moment, orchestra music playing in the background, a handsome man whispering love to him out on a balcony bathed with the silver light of the moon, Akihito was speechless. 'OMG', he thought dimly, 'just stick a pair of breasts on me, 'cause I'm turning into a woman.' No words were spoken as the man took hold of Akihito's wrist, where he could feel the boy's pulse race.
"Akihito, would you like to accompany me around the garden? On such a beautiful night, it should be lovely. "
"I'm pretty sure I shouldn't go anywhere with you. I feel like this a snare, and the bait is far too tempting."
"Akihito, you would be right. I do want to ensnare you, to make you mine. So please, will you come with me?"
Akihito swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down in his throat. Then nodding silently, he stood on his tiptoes and leaned upwards. Holding onto his suitor's tie for balance, Akihito kissed the man deeply, then whispered "yes".
Holding Akihito's hand as they walked toward the bedroom, the man left Akihito standing near the window looking out over the moonlit water when he went to dim the lights. As the man walked up behind him, he reached around the lithe blond to help take off his tuxedo jacket, then he undid his bow tie and started undoing the buttons on his shirt. He slid it off his shoulders and down his arms as he kissed the nape of the boy's neck, then moved across his shoulders, down over the shoulder blade then further down to his spine. As he came to the belt he knelt down and again reached around to undo it. Akihito was about to turn to face him, when strong hands stopped him, holding him in place. Kissing the boy's lower back softly, he breathed "stay still" against Aki's skin as the boy shivered and moaned. Undoing then removing the belt, he then undid his pants and helped Akihito step out of first his pants, then his boxer briefs. Tasting the creamy skin, his tongue started to flick against the boy's back and the bumps of his spine. Kisses continued down over the dimples above his smooth bottom and along the backs of his thighs. The blond shook and whimpered at the sensations as goosebumps broke out over his skin. The man slowly moved back up and massaged the blond's ass cheeks as he rested his forehead against the boy's back.
"Lie down", he directed and Akihito moved forward, crawling onto the bed and lay front side down with the his face to the side. Undressing quickly, the tall man straddled Akihito's thighs, his hands touching every inch of the boy's skin, followed by kisses, nibbles and licks. Akihito groaned, tensing and stretching, rubbing himself against the bedding. Gasping, the boy started making short, desperate noises as the different touches drove him wild, writhing against the bed. Groaning himself, the taller man lay down against the boy, trapping him beneath his bigger body. Feeling the movement of the boy's ass rubbing against him made the man's stomach muscles clench tight as he closed his eyes and softly grunted. Akihito started rutting against the mattress, keening at the stimulating pleasure. Pushing off the blond, the large male rolled onto his side, pulling the boy against his front as one hand rubbed over his chest, softly touching his pecs, then circling around to roam over his arm muscles, then back up to tease his sensitive nipples with fingertips and nails as his other arm wrapped around Akihito's hip and gently palmed his hard on, softly rubbing the boy's cock with his large cupped hand, all while softly kissing Aki's neck. All the gentle stimulation was driving the boy up. the fuckin'. wall. Akihito couldn't take it anymore and didn't mind letting that fact be known to all and sundry.
"Fuckin' hell, Ryuichi! Move that muscled ass of yours and fuck me properly! NOW!"
"Kitten, I thought you were enjoying your romantic little play. I must say, you've lasted much longer than I thought you would have. Far longer than if I had succeeded in coaxing you into the garden…"
"Enough talking, more fucking! Ryu, please!"
"Mm, as you wish, my cute Aki-hi-to…"
"Did you mean what you said about me being spoiled?" Cuddling closer to Asami's large chest, Akihito asked, only being half serious.
Asami huffed. "No, I'm fact, I do wish you would let me spoil you more. Most of the time I only get to spoil you when something happens and you were in danger. Then you become docile when you realise what could have happened to either of us. Or both of us. As much as I love your defiant side, you being in danger? Not so much..." he mused, running his fingers up and down Akihito's spine.
"Well, I didn't mean what I said."
"Oh yes you did; plus, I believe you missed a few."
"Yeah, you're right, I did." A rumble vibrated under Akihito's chest. Then Akihito snickered and started to giggle too.
"Ryuichi, do you believe in love at first sight?" he whispered. Peering up at his blond, he wrapped his strong arms around his boy's torso and pulled him in tight. Being kissed so passionately, Akihito couldn't help but know to his scrunched up toes that he was loved. "Fine. I will try for a few days every month to be more… amenable for you."
"Pbfft. You'll never last. "
"So rude. As I was saying, I'll try every month to be spoiled by you; however, you are not allowed to buy me anything l would think is outrageously expensive."
"Well that lasted less than one full minute."
Raising an eyebrow, his kitten pouted. "Hey, this is gonna be difficult for me."
"Akihito. I will make time for a few days every month to spoil you, okay? At this time, you will let me do whatever I wish for you. You may protest, once, for up to ten minutes; however, after that, whatever I give or do for you will not be negotiable. Understand?"
Laying his head back down on Asami's chest, feeling his heart beat, Akihito didn't say a word. Asami was about to speak when he heard Akihito's voice, sounding so very small, agree. "Alright, Ryuichi."
"So, did you enjoy your little romance, my sweet kitten?"
"I enjoyed the end result. Damn, this time I am not moving from the bed until the day after tomorrow. Or the day after that, maybe."
Chuckling, Asami looked down at his little lover fondly as he rubbed his lower back muscles gently. "Don't get carried away, Kitten. Remember, tomorrow is the big day, and you get to shine brightest of all. Plus, I'm not sure how we'd manage to get this bed on the plane back to Tokyo with you still in it. And I don't think your big brother would like me if I had to shoot his men because they saw your naked body if the sheet blew off."
Snorting softly, Aki shrugged. "But, he'd probably understand. You're both such jealous pricks." The blond lay still, relaxed as the his man laughed underneath him, jostling him around a bit. His mind was elsewhere, thinking of how much both his men had come together and invested in making their group merger work. He also went over his own plans for tomorrow evening, and bit his bottom lip at the thought that not everyone was going to be happy with the results...
Kitkat (Izaya's keeper) did apologise for this, but I doubt it's very sincere…
Asami and Akihito were peacefully sleeping together in a bundle until Asami began to have a rather unusual dream, or nightmare, as the case may be. It was the day of their wedding, and so far everything was going smoothly, but Asami couldn't stop a little nugget of dread building up in his chest. People were rushing around getting last minute details ready, making sure all the tables had place settings and seats were properly assigned. Asami looked at the archway where he and his Akihito would officially be bound together forever. A small smile played on his face as he thought about kissing his lover on the lips passionately in front of all their family and friends. Looking around their wedding location, he is quick to note what looks like another wedding taking place in an area outside of their garden, closer to the beach. Curiously, he moved over to investigate. The bride and groom seemed like ordinary people, and it looked like it was going to be a lovely ceremony. On a whim, he was about to go up and congratulate them, probably offer them a (for him) token wedding gift, only to be stopped by a quietly panicking Kei. "What's seems to be the matter, Kei?"
His best friend and Best Man tried to think of the best way to word his dilemma. "Ryuichi, it seems like our officiate has gone missing. No one's been able to locate him, it's as if he's vanished into thin air." Asami frowned, glaring at nothing. He wanted his wedding to be perfect, and nothing is going to ruin him getting married to the one he loved.
Asami tried to calm himself down. "Whatever happens, don't let anyone else know, especially Akihito. Looks like we may have to find a new marriage official, but where would you be able to get one at such short notice? I assume the hotel wasn't able to arrange for a replacement?" They tried wracking their brains for ideas, only to come up empty.
Finally, Kei noticed the other wedding taking place, and a sudden light bulb appeared. "Why don't we ask their priest to do your wedding too? True, it's a different belief, but he can make your marriage legal, and I highly doubt they would refuse…". Asami began to think about the idea. He seemed hesitant on agreeing, but right now it was the only solution. They began to go through the crowd, focusing on the familiar cloth worn by the priest. Quickly advancing
towards the male who was currently at the buffet table, stuffing his face and drinking wine. Asami raised an eyebrow and privately questioned if he was the appropriate one to ask. However..., "Excuse me, Father?" The priest turned around to reveal someone Asami really didn't want to see there. "Izaya, what are you doing this time?!"
The male in question raised an eyebrow. "Izaya? I'm sorry, but I think you have me mistaken for someone else. My name is Father Richard, but everyone calls me Father Dick."
T.B.C…