STORY WARNINGS:
– This is Yaoi – Male/Male.
– Rating: Mature. ADULTS ONLY. Contains graphic violence, some coarse language, explicit sexual content both consensual/non-consensual, forced/willing submission, light bondage, other adult themes.
A/N: I still can't decide if this chapter is ready or not... I may come back to it again later when I've looked at it fresh.
So anyway, here we go, the aftermath straight off the bat after Chapter 5 and cranking up the temperature another notch. You might want to cover your screen from people reading over your shoulder. *nudge nudge wink wink* (^^)
I hope it's ok...! (I'm going to bed, too nervous to see how you'd react... Goodnight! *hides*)
~ Nyx ~
DISCLAIMER: The Finder series and all recognisable characters belong to Yamane Ayano sensei.
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Chapter 6
Shelter.
A heavy arm rested over Akihito's shoulder, the warm hand cradling his head, the thumb lightly stroking just behind his ear. It was a hand that killed, the hand that dealt with the mugger with startling efficiency, but right then, right there, it felt like the safest place on Earth.
Still somewhat dazed, Akihito indulged in his momentary weakness. Neither made to move away.
"Oh! I was so scared!"
Risa rushed to their sides, knocking into them as she leaned on Asami. Roused from his stupor Akihito finally, reluctantly, forced himself back a step, relocating his spine somewhere amidst the hazy disorientation and standing on his own two feet.
"You saved me! What a hero, thank you! Thank you!"
Akihito stared numbly at Risa as his incredulity bloomed larger than his shock. Mere minutes ago they'd been celebrating their six month anniversary and she was already throwing herself at someone else. He didn't say anything, simply regarding her quietly as the sirens converged on them and she pressed herself against Asami's broad shoulder.
It was over. Truly over. They hadn't even broken up yet and he was already having closure.
A part of him started gnawing with guilt, aware that he was going about it in the wrong order. But it was all eclipsed and he didn't even know what it was that he was feeling anymore the moment his eyes found Asami's unreadable gaze amongst the flashing blue and red.
The police were taking Risa's statement first. The first run-through was just for preliminary information; they would sign the typed-up statements at the precinct later on. The cops kept a cautious distance from Asami, clearly aware of who he was. It was how Akihito found himself briefly alone with the tall man, surrounded by officers combing the alley and photographing the crime scene, Asami's two men on watch out of earshot at the end of the alley.
"What a headache, huh?" Akihito laughed hollowly. "You come out for a smoke and end up with all this hassle..."
Asami drew on his cigarette, briefly lighting his features in the orange glow. "My men saw you."
Akihito stared. So Asami had come out especially, knowing there was trouble? Just as Akihito was grappling with this idea, one of the cops passed by with an evidence bag containing an expensive casualty.
He grimaced. "Sorry about your watch."
"It's just a watch." Asami sounded entirely unconcerned.
"But..." It still didn't sit right with Akihito. "I'll pay you back."
"What for? They'll return it soon enough."
"What about all that about scratches and devaluing it?"
There was a puff of exhaled smoke. "It's actually a cheap knockoff."
Akihito snorted. "Yeah, right."
There was a smirk playing on the corner of Asami's lips and Akihito couldn't decide if he was being teased or patronised.
Whatever else, Akihito couldn't deny that the bastard had helped him out. He scuffed his trainers along the ground, mumbling. "It doesn't seem to cut it, but it's all I can think of... so... thank you."
Two officers approached for Asami's statement. He went with them, briefly sifting through the blond hair as he passed.
Akihito found himself rooted to the spot, swaying under the passing heat and weight of Asami's hand, wondering when in the world such a gesture had come to feel so reassuring.
By the time they'd finished their statements and he'd found Risa again, she was already back all over Asami.
What troubled him more wasn't her behaviour, but Asami's. He seemed to be indulging her, simply standing there with his hands slung casually in his pockets, not distancing himself from her frequent touches on his arm, shoulder, back... And he'd tempered down the I-can-kill-with-a-look air about himself in that way that he did to just a hint of alluring danger, drawing her in even more.
Akihito scowled, irritated at himself for being irritated by it in the first place, when Risa's hand slid down the back of Asami's shoulder. Akihito saw the subtle turn, the deflection with the arm before she could feel what was concealed against Asami's side...
He was getting bothered by stupid shit when she'd just come that close to discovering Asami's gun. The consequences didn't bear thinking about.
He seriously needed to get his priorities in order. Despite how Risa had treated him, Akihito wasn't about to stoop to her level and put her life on the line. "Come on, I'll take you home." He tried to draw her away.
Risa practically recoiled from his touch, yanking her arm free. "I can't possibly take a taxi with the shock I've just had."
Akihito raised a brow at her. "What does a taxi have anything to do with that?"
Asami graciously swooped in, smiling easily at Risa as though such expressions were habitual on his face. "Allow me to send you home."
"No!" "How kind!"
Akihito and Risa's replies collided and they looked at each other.
"Aki-kun, don't be so rude," Risa chided sweetly.
"You can't," Akihito insisted, searching for a plausible reason. "It... It would be inconvenient!"
"Not in the least," Asami dismissed. "I have a driver, after all."
"What about your... friend?"
Asami smirked but didn't elucidate. "She's been escorted home safe and sound."
"But..." Akihito couldn't think of anything else, other than the truth. His eyes flickered down to Asami's side. When he glanced back up, the sharp, perceptive gaze filled him with dread.
It lasted only a moment, before he was helplessly watching Asami sweep Risa towards the road where the limo was idling, the guard Sagano already holding the back door.
Risa fluttered by the open door, making a show of arranging her dress while she was really enjoying the envious attention from the passersby, before sliding in.
Asami leaned an arm over the open doorway, turning back to Akihito still standing there. "Well?"
It wasn't really a question. Akihito didn't want to end up trapped in the limo but neither could he leave Risa to Asami's tender mercies. A fact of which Asami was well aware.
Glaring furiously at being outmanoeuvred, Akihito headed for the limo.
Asami stayed exactly where he was, not giving Akihito any more room as he shuffled past the taller man. Akihito even felt a brush through his hair just as he ducked in, with Asami murmuring, "See, that wasn't so hard, was it?"
But by then Akihito was in the softly lit interior as Risa gave the driver directions to her home, and he had to swallow his biting comeback.
Akihito sat on the side along the length of the limo, trying to ignore the two chatting amicably on the back seat. Or at least, Risa was. Asami hummed and nodded, acting the perfect listener.
Akihito didn't care. He loosened the unaccustomed tie strangling him, undoing the top button. He really hated wearing suits. He tried looking through the darkened partition separating the driver, but quickly gave up when all he could make out were the shadowy outlines of two people silhouetted by oncoming headlights. He fixed his eyes squarely through the tinted windows opposite him, at the glitzy restaurants and boutiques open till late, tiny quaint noodle bars tucked alongside modern convenience stores, flashing signs lit up and down the side of buildings showcasing more shops and restaurants upstairs.
But with all this focus on the Minato nightlife, logic dictated that he shouldn't have then known every time Asami replied, or gestured something with his hand, or afforded Risa a beguiling smile that had never been directed at Akihito. Not that Akihito was bothered at all. At. All.
Risa was explaining all about the area where she lived when Asami's phone rang.
He excused himself, glancing at the caller ID. "Asami."
Risa almost spontaneously combusted. Akihito sighed, looking away, wishing she'd be more discrete.
"Why are you calling from this number?"
The caller's explanation was brief.
"That was careless of you." Asami caught his eye. "Make sure you destroy it completely – data can still be retrieved from even the smallest fragments in the right hands."
It shouldn't have mattered. It couldn't even be called praise, merely an observation of fact, and an indirect one at that. Akihito simmered, resolutely ignoring the bubbling feeling for being acknowledged and purposefully reminding himself of what he'd found following Asami's departure...
"Go ahead," Asami continued on the phone.
It was only the smallest change in his expression, more a shift in the air about him. Something about him suddenly screamed danger, the apex predator primed over a kill. Risa seemed magnetised but Akihito knew the threat to be all too real.
Asami smirked, the fearsome look of a very satisfied cat toying with a maimed mouse. "Finally. When?" He checked the time on the limo console display and his eyes gleamed, zeroing unerringly on Akihito with intent, raking him from the tips of his blond hair to his shoes. "Perfect. Just enough time for a little distraction beforehand."
Akihito blanched.
"Call me when you're close. Give Suoh the heads-up." Asami hung up and resumed his conversation with Risa as though he hadn't just undressed Akihito with his eyes. "I hear it's a pleasant neighbourhood, Matsumoto-san."
"Please, Asami-san, won't you call me Risa?"
Asami laughed lightly as Akihito still fumed. "I couldn't assume such familiarity."
"But you call Aki-kun by his first name?"
"Oh, but he and I are intimately acquainted –" Akihito almost choked – "... having worked on some special hardware projects. Isn't that right, Akihito?"
"There was no hardware involved whatsoever," Akihito threw back. "It was entirely software."
Oblivious to the undercurrent between them, Risa moved on, fixed on furthering her own acquaintance. Asami threw Akihito a dark smirk before he returned his attention to Risa, his expression serene.
Asami was never so contrived with Akihito like this. With Akihito, he was overbearing and smug and arrogant, putting Akihito through the emotional wringer, doing exactly as he pleased, like when he'd held Akihito against the wall and –
He mentally hauled his thoughts away from that incident. He wasn't aware of Asami's glinting eyes tracking his every move as he shifted in his seat.
Akihito kicked himself now for how he'd reacted, clinging to Asami like some damsel in distress just because a mugger had decided to get pushy and aggressive. With every passing minute he was feeling more like his normal self, and as he regained his senses he also remembered precisely what this man was capable of. He'd seen it for himself, after all. Asami might have saved him from the business end of a gun this time but in the footage it had been Asami behind the trigger. The lethal lump of metal, the bullet blasting, boring indiscriminately through whatever lay in its path. Akihito knew how it felt now, the barrel deathly cold, the iciness burning his temple as the jabbing pressure only intensified, the mugger's voice grating, the balaclava scratching his ear, the gun hard and solid and drilling right through his head and it could all be over in a split moment and the world was closing in all over again and all hinging on one tiny bullet that could end it all on the whim or nerves holding the trigger –
"Akihito, look at me."
He slowly registered the grip on his chin, forcing his face up.
"Look at me."
Molten gold, dark and piercing, reached through the haze, pushing back the gathering shadows. Asami was beside him on the stretch of black leather. Seeing the awareness returning, he held out a crystal tumbler.
"Drink this."
Akihito glanced at the dark amber spirit and scrunched his face up. "That's ok."
"It'll help."
It was held up to Akihito's lips and tipped anyway, forcing him to drink it to avoid it spilling everywhere.
It burned, but it was also surprisingly smooth. Probably hideously expensive. Akihito coughed but it was true, his nerves seemed to settle somewhat as he focused on the burn. And he realised that his hands were shaking. He stared at them a moment before crossing his arms, burying them under his armpits to hide them.
"It's just shock," Asami explained patiently.
Akihito barked a laugh, a bitter sound. "Like you'd know how that feels."
"Aki, what's with you? Asami-san has been so kind to us all evening, you should apologise."
With his hyperventilating Akihito had forgotten that Risa was still there. He looked at her, that same quiet regard he'd had back in the alley.
"You weren't going to give it to him, were you?"
There was no accusation in his tone, just tired observation, but Risa drew back as though affronted. "What are you talking about?"
"The mugger. He had a gun to my head. But you weren't going to give him your jewellery."
Risa's face was all shock and indignation, her eyes darting over to Asami just for an instant. "What a horrible thing to say! Of course I would have given him my jewellery. He was threatening both of us, I was terrified and froze up, that's all."
Akihito didn't press any further. Asami was impassive. Risa looked between the both of them, sensing censure even if it was neither voiced nor expressed.
The limo drew to a stop and the driver knocked on the partition window. "We're here, Asami-sama."
They were parked around the back of Risa's apartment building, away from the busy main road out front. She gushed her thanks, attempting to revive the cordiality she felt she'd struck up with the wealthy businessman before.
"My pleasure, Matsumoto-san," Asami said politely in parting.
Risa beamed. "I'll see you tomorrow, Aki-kun," she added as Sagano held the door open for her and she stepped out.
Actually no. He wouldn't.
All of a sudden Akihito wanted nothing more than to make that crystal clear and not a single day later. "Risa-san!" he called as he rushed out after her.
He stopped her halfway to her building in the circle of a street lamp, overshadowed by tall apartment buildings sprinkled with occasional windows of square light, the dim glow from the small wooden houses interspersed in between.
"I'm sorry to do this, in the middle of the road, just after something like that, but... I think it's best if we break up."
Risa looked taken aback. Surprised, but not upset. She was thinking again, and Akihito only now realised how calculating she was.
"You're upset, Aki. You shouldn't decide something so rashly –"
"I've been thinking it for a while now, we're not right together. I can't give you the kind of lifestyle you want. There won't be any more tomorrows, Risa-san. Not between us."
She studied him, searching for any hint of hesitation. When she found none, her expression turned sour. "Well, that's your loss. Go back to your sorry old IT job, and don't think I'll take you back if you change your mind."
He blinked, taken aback by her animosity as she spun on her heel and marched away.
How had he read her so wrong all this time? Or perhaps it stemmed from having the proverbial carrot snatched away, the tantalising prospect of becoming closer to Asami slipping out of reach. He couldn't entirely blame her for that; after all, he was personally acquainted with the effect Asami could have on someone and making them act out of character...
"You're driven," he called softly after her retreating back. "You don't let anyone put you down. I admired that."
She paused.
"You made me laugh. Sometimes, I thought you cared."
Finally she turned, meeting his eyes.
He wasn't mad. He was too exhausted to be mad. Tired from the mugging, tired from the whole previous 24 hours. Tired of the two of them. "Was any of it real?"
She saw how he was simply waiting, not a hint of antagonism anywhere, and her thorny demeanour softened. Her expression eased to something he was more familiar with. Eventually, she answered, "You were fun."
Fun. To pass the time until something more promising came along... He huffed a small smile. It was bittersweet. "Will you be alright?" He might have meant about the mugging or the break up. Probably both.
Risa reflected for a moment before raising her chin, her gaze steady. "Of course."
At least she gave him that. He could walk away without any guilt. "Take care, Risa-san."
"Bye, Takaba-kun." They shared a last look.
He took a big breath as she disappeared through the glass doors, probably the last time he'd see her doing so. He held the breath, looking inwards as he cast his gaze up, surprised at the lightness he was feeling.
He was free. It struck him as he stood amidst the clash of quaint old houses and modern apartment blocks that could be found all over Tokyo, buffeted by the perpetual drone of traffic and the faint electronic warble of a distant pedestrian crossing, asphalt underfoot, the cloudy night sky overhead tinged with the nocturnal lights of the city. Weight rushed off his shoulders as he finally ended the relationship as he'd been meaning to do for a while now. He hadn't realised how stifling it had been, how far he'd been making an effort to please her at the expense of his own contentment.
It was Dunhill that eventually brought him back to Earth.
Asami was leaning near the back of the limo, a glowing cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth.
The tall man drew a lazy inhale, the glow intensifying the piercing gaze that rooted Akihito to the spot. Even in such a commonplace action as reclining against the vehicle, with his ankles casually crossed and his hands tucked in his pockets, there was nothing about this man that was ordinary.
Akihito had never had his head turned by another man until he'd met Asami. He was astute enough to recognize the physical attraction. There was no denying it, the desire carnal and fierce. But of course, Sod's law meant it just had to be his current – and most elusive – investigative target. It was simply impossible.
He wanted to run.
Asami clearly had different ideas. "Let's go."
Asami might have saved him from the mugger but Akihito was under no illusions how quickly the tide could turn, especially when loaded with as many potential triggers as he was. He wasn't taking any chances.
"No thanks. I'll make my own way home."
Asami smirked. "There's only one way this is going to go and that's with your ass in the limo. Whether I go easy on you, or not, is entirely up to you."
Hazel eyes widened at the dark promise and Akihito unconsciously took a step back. It seemed Asami was right back to his overbearing ways and it was making his pulse skitter.
Annoyed with himself, he glared. "There's only one place this ass is going and that's straight home. By myself."
"Get in, Akihito."
"You can't make me. Not here, someone might see."
"Why would I have to make you? You owe me. And I always collect."
Akihito stared, stunned. Asami was holding him to the whole mugger fracas? It was still too raw, and it hurt, enough that he felt an actual pang in his chest, though he couldn't fathom why he was getting so hung up on why Asami had chosen to save him.
"I should've known," he sneered bitterly. "Someone like you would never do anything without expecting some kind of return, right?"
"Return?" A frown creased Asami's brow before he seemed to catch on to Akihito's meaning. "You mean that low life? No, not that. There's nothing owed for that." He saw the hope cutting through Akihito's gaze even if the young man was unaware of it himself. "That was hard on you, upsetting. Why would I exploit that?"
Akihito's shoulders sagged just a little.
Whatever had softened Asami's tone, understanding or a wisp of sympathy, it was short lived. His eyes glinted, uncompromising and predatory. "But you do owe me a visit. You're coming with me."
Temper flared right up again. "No! Whatever you're planning, I want no part of it."
Asami smirked, his gaze languidly sweeping down Akihito's frame. "Even if that's to strip you naked and devour you until you come screaming my name?"
Akihito was only vaguely aware of his jaw dropping as Asami grabbed him.
The moment Asami threw him into the limo, Akihito threw himself at the opposite door.
He slipped once on the handle, but his second try was solid. He yanked, the door swung –
He was hauled back, back from the open door, back from freedom. Easily keeping hold of a desperately writhing Akihito with one arm, Asami leaned over to slam the door shut as the limo sped away.
"Let me go!"
Asami secured Akihito on his lap, containing the floundering arms, letting the legs thrash out. "You should've come by today."
"But I did!"
A large hand swept up under Akihito's shirt, brushing over him and sensitizing his skin. "After checking with Kirishima to make sure I was engaged elsewhere? You didn't really think I'd allow that, did you?"
At least Asami hadn't been talking about the community service transfer. But there was no time to appreciate any relief. "You never said you – uhhg... had to be there!"
Akihito gasped as nails scraped over his nipple, making his breath shudder. Then Asami suddenly pinched hard, twisting, making him arch and gasp from the arousing pain. "Asami, stop –!"
"You can fight me all you like," Asami rumbled in his ear. "But your body's honest with what it really wants."
Asami slipped a hand under his waistband, sliding down and wrapping long fingers around his length and squeezed. Not too hard, just delicious, mind-boggling sensations robbing him of coherent thoughts and making him shudder.
"You bastard!" he swore thickly.
Asami sucked on his neck, pinched a nipple and twisted his hand over the mushroom tip all at the same time, and Akihito's head dropped back over the broad shoulder, too fired up to be able to struggle properly. He bit his lip, fighting the groans that just wanted out, but that seemed to annoy Asami. A growl, a firm grasp of his jaw, and that was all the warning Akihito had before Asami turned his head and took his lips.
Holy flaming bison bells, he'd never known a kiss like this before. Asami gave no quarter, brushing aside all resistance and imposing his will. It was Asami's taste saturating Akihito's mouth, the wet heat of Asami's tongue, inescapable and intoxicating. It amplified the underlying scent that could be nobody else, that heat, those unyielding hands forcing compliance – it was throbbingly intimate, inflammatory, overwhelming.
Akihito bucked in instinctive panic, a wild attempt to fight free, only to find himself grinding against Asami's own burgeoning hardness. And still the tight grasp on his jaw forced his mouth open, that demanding tongue dominated his, sweeping away all rational thought as his wrists were grasped firmly and he was forced to endure such an intensity of hunger as he'd never known and ached with blazing arousal.
Asami drew back, an obscene line of saliva stretching between their lips before it split. His pupils were blown almost entirely black, his molten gaze blistering as he took in Akihito's flushed face, the breaths shuddering between swollen lips, his hazel eyes shining with fearful heat.
Asami grinned wolfishly. "Well, well. Aren't you cute."
"Go to hell!"
The golden eyes turned positively wicked, his hand travelling south. "What, and put the devil out of work?"
"You already –" Akihito choked up when the large hand wrapped around his balls, gently kneading before sliding back up with intent.
Asami stroked him swiftly, watching every hitch of breath and thudding heartbeat and bunching of slender muscles, until Akihito was this close to coming –
Asami eased off at the last moment, still stirring him just enough to keep him thrumming but not nearly enough to go over. Akihito choked back a groan of disappointment, wanting to come, needing to come... He was furious with himself, even more furious with Asami.
He glowered, Asami smirked back, Akihito opened his mouth to hurl abuse, only for Asami to silence him with another demanding kiss that made him moan as the large hand slicked over his throbbing length. And while he was so distracted, Asami slipped Akihito's jacket off his trembling shoulders.
Asami brushed and tantalised and scratched and sucked and licked and grasped and pumped and squeezed as he held Akihito captive on his lap, and somewhere in amongst it all he stripped Akihito off just as he'd promised, leaving not a stitch of clothing. The drag of material was lost amidst the ceaseless caressing of skin and Akihito barely noticed.
It was only when Asami spread his knees brazenly, trailing maddening fingers along his inner thighs, that he became aware of being completely and utterly exposed.
In sudden alarm Akihito tried to curl away. But then Asami's tongue found that spot just below his ear and one hand was roaming over his heated skin and the other took his dripping length in a swift grip and he found himself battling delirium. The scorching gaze was infuriatingly self-satisfied as it took in his trembling, fevered nakedness, and a bolt of fiery arousal shot straight to his weeping erection held in Asami's expert grasp. Akihito's hands drifted uselessly over Asami's, too far gone to muster strength.
"Damn you," he swore breathily as his head fell back.
The warm chuckle wrapped around him as Asami carried on stroking him, until he was writhing against Asami's own hard arousal against his lower back and trying to pump into the large hand...
He groaned in protest when Asami eased him back from the brink yet again.
Akihito blindly reached down himself, knowing he'd only need just a few quick strokes to end the torment, but he found himself deflected, his wrists quickly wound up in smooth silk. His indignant protests were swallowed up in a blistering kiss that seared down his spine and only incited his temper even more.
"You bastard, just get it over with already!"
"What a brat, have you no manners? You have to ask nicely."
"...nnhhg!"
Again and again, Asami worked him up to a frenzy without allowing him to finish, teasing relentlessly so he could never back off far from the edge, eliciting an endless litany of profanities and abusive names interspersed between shuddering gasps.
Asami's seductive voice in his ear was equally relentless. "You really are adorable, crying and moaning like that... I can do this all night. Shall I make you shake and moan all night, Akihito? ... All you have to do is ask. Tell me what you want."
Asami kept it up for nearly a whole fricking hour while the limo weaved the streets in endless circles, until Akihito was a mindless wreck tearing up with agonising need. Until he caved.
"Nng... Fuck! Asami, please!"
Suddenly the warm body at his back disappeared, and Akihito found himself yanked halfway off the seat, his shoulders resting on the leather with his head pushed up at an angle against the seat back, giving him an unobstructed view down his flushed torso to Asami's face...
Kneeling on the limo floor and keeping Akihito's hips suspended with an arm wrapped under his ass, Asami took his engorged length deep into his mouth.
Akihito's brain short circuited.
Asami's hot mouth sucking his throbbing cock, throat muscles working around the aching tip, the sight of him on his knees and devouring him, all while those blazing, devilish, self-satisfied golden eyes locked onto him –
After being kept on the brink for an hour, it was too much. Akihito thrust desperately into Asami's mouth, cried out his name and exploded into the heavens.
