AN: Asami gets a little handsy and Nariko strikes back part 2.

Small lemon warning for the start of the chapter and Asami's POV! Hopefully it's all okay, I'm kinda wary about writing Asami's POV! I also had the biggest headache today and ended up having to go for a nap this afternoon! I was very grumpy about being unable to write this morning but the headache eased off after my nap and so here we are!

Asami woke slowly, gradually coming to awareness. A movement against him reminded him that he wasn't in the penthouse or even Tokyo at all. He could feel the soft, even breath from a still sleeping Akihito flutter gently against his neck. They were lying in much the same way that they had fell asleep the only difference being that Akihito was pressed much closer to him, he must have snuggled closer in his sleep. Asami cracked an eye open and was met with a mop of blonde hair in the dim light. It must still be early, there was only the barest rays of light filtering through the gap in the curtains. Asami shut his eye again and tightened his grip on his little soulmate. He was pleasantly warm and comfortable and was rather loathe to move. Kirishima had been on his case about taking a vacation for a while now, who would have thought a weekend down to Yokohama would be just what was needed? It had been a highly entertaining day, contrary to Akihito's earlier concerns, his mother had been fine, apparently except for their sleeping arrangements but Asami was not complaining at all, and Tamura-san's lecture on grandchildren, while startling at first, became very amusing once he realised she was going on purely to tease Akihito. She hid it well, only the sparkle of mischief in her eyes giving her away and while she was probably partially serious, she had seemed to take great pleasure in Akihito constant blush. What he was most pleased about however was the surprising declaration from Akihito in the car.

"I can't stand beside you if I don't know all of you."

It seemed that his little soulmate was full of surprises. He had been determined to keep Akihito out of any of his business completely but that statement had given him pause. He was still very, very reluctant to even consider letting Akihito get even a suggestion of his underworld dealings but that stubborn set to his jaw suggested that he wasn't about to back down. Maybe he could distract him with more pleasurable activities? He was quite eager to claim his 'good behaviour' reward, particularly after the wide-eyed blush and second almost confession he got for mentioning it. He had been keen to claim it last night but Akihito had been too tense so Asami was planning on some languid, lazy morning activities. He was very interested to see and taste more of Akihito. From what he had discovered, his little soulmate was very inexperienced but very responsive and that was just gathered from a few kisses and wandering hands. He nuzzled into Akihito's hair, content to doze back off to sleep for now.

He awoke again a little while later to a hand wandering across his skin. Akihito was still tucked up against him but one of his hands was gently exploring his body. Fingers trailed across his hip and moved to skim over his lower back. Asami didn't move, not wanting to give away that he had woken up just yet. If he could, he would have been purring under the attention. He wondered how long it would take Akihito to notice the effect his attentions were causing. The hand had moved back across his hip and was starting to map out his abs when the photographer suddenly tensed. Looks like he had finally registered what exactly was poking into his side. He felt Akihito pull away from him and opened his eyes part way to find himself looking into wide blue eyes.

"You're awake!"

"Mmm. Don't stop on account of that, I was quite enjoying the attention." Ah, the blush was back. Asami could see the embarrassment warring with curiosity on Akihito's face. It was obvious that he wanted too but it was like he wasn't quite brave enough to admit it yet. His little soulmate seemed frozen in place. "No? That's a shame but that just makes it my turn."

Asami began to move the arm that was wrapped around Akihito's waist, gently trailing fingers across his back the along his hip, mimicking Akihito's earlier actions. He took note of any spot that caused a reaction before working his way up to softly pinch and roll a nipple between his fingers. Akihito gasped at the action and his breathing was starting to speed up. He was still lying with his head on his arm and Asami was able to move it so that his hand was able to tangle his fingers into the blonde hair. Asami gave a light tug on the stands, receiving a small moan in response, and pulled Akihito into a kiss while he continued to torment the little pink nub. The angle of the kiss was awkward and sloppy with how they were lying but Asami was still content not to move from how they were positioned. He pulled back from the kiss just enough to be able to watch Akihito's face as his hand caressed its way down until he felt the silky material of his underwear against his fingers. He watched Akihito's pupils dilate with desire as he palmed his arousal through the fabric. Asami could feel the dampness of the taut fabric and gave his soulmate a dark smirk.

"Eager for a taste are we?" Asami pulled at the waistband of the boxers and slipped Akihito's arousal free. A moan deeper than any so far greeted him as he took the cock in hand and began to slowly work at it. A few more, long, slow stokes and he was eliciting a constant stream of little mewls from his soulmate. The little cries of honest pleasure were far more arousing than the loud fake moans that people seemed to think sounded good. He leaned in for another messy kiss, swallowing the small cries and gasps as he lined himself up alongside Akihito and fisted them both together. Slowly working his hand up and down both their lengths now, he pulled away from the kiss to watch the pleasure fill Akihito's face.

"Ahh, there are so many pleasurable things to introduce you to," Asami leaned forward again, nipping at Akihito's bottom lip drawing a slightly deeper moan amongst the little mewls. "It's such a shame that we can only have a small taste now." The photographer seemed to be beyond words by this point, eyes closed and mouth open in pleasure, body rocking to the rhythm of Asami's hand. He started to speed up his strokes, feeling the heat coiling low in his gut.

"A-asami!"

"Hmm?"

"Ooh, I-I… I'm-!"

"Cum for me Akihito, show me the face you make when you cum." Asami pitched his voice low and deep earning a shiver and Akihito's hand wrapped around his bicep as though desperately trying to hold on. And then he was tipped over the edge with a cry, Asami could see and feel him tense and quiver as he worked him through his orgasm, still moaning. A few more strokes and Asami let himself follow. They both lay there panting, coming down from the high slowly. Akihito's whole body was flushed now and he was staring at him with wide eyes.

"I can't believe you did that here!" Akihito suddenly hissed, then he groaned. "How the hell are we going to get this cleaned up without okaasan knowing? It's all over the sheets!" Asami just gave him his trademark smirk and brought his sticky hand up and licked one of his fingers for a taste. Those blue eyes just widened even further and he stuttered unintelligibly at him. He leaned in for another deep kiss and was pleased when Akihito didn't pull away even though he could taste himself on his tongue.

"Somehow I doubt your mother cares that much considering she is the driving force behind us sharing a bed right now," Asami had pulled back just enough to speak. "How about a shower? I'll wash your back if you wash mine."

"What?! Knowing you, you just want to jump me in the shower!"

"Not this time, maybe if there was better soundproofing," Akihito let out a strangled sound. "I was just giving you an opportunity to continue your exploration from before." Akihito squeaked and wriggled out of his grip, pulling up his boxers as he went.

"You can have your own damn shower and don't even think about coming in!" Akihito let the room with a huff and Asami was left chuckling on the bed. This was proving to be a very entertaining weekend.

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Up and freshly showered, they both made their way into the kitchen for breakfast. Akihito was still looking a little flushed from their earlier activities and Asami was feeling rather smug. After seeing such delicious reactions, he was even more eager to get his little soulmate into his bed for an uninterrupted evening. There was so many things he was looking forward to introducing him to. Akihito glanced back at him just before they entered the kitchen and Asami flashed him a predatory grin. He was rewarded with wide eyes and a deepening of that lovely blush. He didn't think he would ever tire of that expression. Embarrassed and with just a hint of curiosity lurking in those bright blue eyes. He brushed past Akihito and stepped into the kitchen.

"Good morning, Ryuichi! I trust you slept well?"

"I did actually," he gave her a slight smile. "Feeling very refreshed this morning." He pulled out a seat at the little table and gave a nod to Hitoshi in greeting. Akihito finally shuffled into the kitchen and sat down, elbows on the table and head down as though trying to hide the persistent blush.

"Good morning Aki! Why are you trying to hide?" He slowly brought his head up to glare at his mother, cheeks still flushed.

"You're looking very flushed, dear, are you alright?"

He huffed; "It's because you both keep being mean to me."

"Us both? Ah," She grinned and Asami could see the playful twinkle in her eye. "Was Ryuichi teasing you?" Akihito actually flushed more and Asami was hard pressed not to grin. "I'm sure it's because you are just so cute when you blush!" He gave up trying to not smile and was sent a glare that was rendered ineffectual by the red staining Akihito's cheeks. He was thinking he should add teasing Akihito to his list of favourite pass times. Right under devouring him whole, because he was pretty sure that was going to end up at the top of the list. He wondered if on the way back to Tokyo he could just not drop Akihito off to his apartment and instead take him back to the penthouse for an uninterrupted evening of pleasure. He didn't think his soulmate would appreciate being effectively kidnapped but Asami doubted any protests would last long, he was very confident in his abilities to render the photographer incoherent. He filed that thought away for later, it had merit.

"But I'm glad you both slept well. You must live on your own Ryuichi?"

"I do indeed."

"It must get so lonely sometimes by yourself!"

"I work a lot so I'm generally only home to sleep." Nariko was laying out a nice cooked breakfast on the table.

"A workaholic huh? That explains how you are doing so well for yourself but you need to make sure you get plenty of rest and good food. It's far nicer to have someone to curl up with at night, as I'm sure you know after last night," Asami suddenly clicked and had to credit Nariko for wanting the best her son. He idly wondered how long it would take Akihito to realise what she was suggesting. "And Akihito is an excellent cook, I taught him myself."

"What?" Akihito was just looking very confused.

"But it must be so lonely in such a big house by yourself, surely not having anyone to come home to is part of the reason you don't really stay around the house?"

"Okaasan! It's been two weeks!" Looks like Akihito had cottoned on. "It's far too early to even be suggesting to live together and I like my apartment and the freedom that goes with it!"

"It's never too early with your soulmate. Once you have found them, they are the one thing in life that's certain."

"That's not true-!"

"And I worry about you," Nariko just kept talking over Akihito. "You don't have a consistent source of income, sometimes you struggle to pay the rent let alone eat. What's so wrong with relying on your soulmate, who is clearly very well off, to make sure you don't go without? It's not like you would be free loading, you can cook and clean, you could play the part of a cute little housewife around your photography and we wouldn't have to worry about you so much!" Asami has struggling to fight back a laugh at this point. Akihito's face when his mother suggested he could be a little housewife was priceless. Conflicting emotions had run across his face, anger, surprise, mortification. It was quite an intriguing thought really. One that will have to be examined later, when he had had the chance to unravel the photographer more.

"I'm fine!" Anger had been the winner overall it seemed. "Stop being so nosy! I can look after myself and I don't need anyone to baby me. Asami can-"

"Akihito." Nariko's voice snapped out, suddenly stern. Akihito gaped at her in surprise.

"You call your soulmate by their first name." Well, that was unexpected. Golden eyes looked into blue ones in amusement. "He calls you Akihito, does he not? It's rude to keep calling him by his surname." Akihito was opening and closing his mouth soundlessly. He finally managed to stutter something but it wasn't coherent.

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you even shorten it?" Nariko glanced at Asami with a questioning look.

"Not at all." Akihito was still spluttering. He was actually more embarrassed about calling him by his first name than he had been seeing him naked. Asami was actually struggling not to laugh at this point. Akihito was now redder than he had ever seen and Nariko had moved on, chattering away to her husband about their plans for the week while they ate before engaging Asami in small talk as well. What an interesting family he had seemingly become a part of.

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They had left Akihito's parents and were back in the car on the way home to Tokyo, much to Akihito's apparent relief. Nariko had been not so subtly bringing up living together for the rest of the morning and over lunch and Asami had to give her credit for persistence. Akihito had been hotly denying her at every turn, saying it's too early and just because they are soulmates doesn't mean that they would cohabitate well. While Akihito's father seemed very passive, Nariko was not afraid to speak her mind or go after what she wanted and Asami could see were Akihito got his fire from. The music was suddenly muted and a ringtone sounded out through the car. Asami frowned then pressed a button on the steering wheel to answer the call.

"You're on speaker."

"Asami-sama. Sorry to bother you when you said you were not to be disturbed."

"It had better be an emergency Kirishima."

"It is, there has been some trouble down at one of the clubs and we need you there in person tonight to smooth things out. I fear it's going to end badly without you."

"Which club?"

"Dracaena." So, Sudou was causing trouble. He glanced at Akihito.

"We are about 30 minutes out from Tokyo, I'll come in personally tonight but we'll need some appropriate clothes for Akihito first."

"I'll see to getting one of the stores open for you exclusively." The line disconnected and the music automatically started back up.

"Me?!" Akihito was looking at him in confusion.

"You wanted to know more about me didn't you? I doubt there will be much trouble once I show up personally and you will be staying in the VIP section of the club while I get it sorted. And then once business is concluded, you are coming back to the penthouse with me and I am going to introduce you to a whole new world of pleasure."