AN: Dress-up and Asami has a one track mind. I love how the characters keep deciding that they want to do things that are completely unplanned. Originally Aki was going to be going on a stake out but Asami decided that he wanted a piece of that ass first and then Sudou (who I didn't even have plans on including at all) decided to pop up and make trouble. Also its product launch at work so I may be doing overtime at work in the next few weeks so chapters will probably be sporadic (I really really want to get to the first lot of smex though, mainly cause I want more lazy morning cuteness~).

Akihito was sulking. He was angry at his mother for butting into his life, trying to make decisions for him and trying to manipulate the situation. He could deal with the same room and bed thing. If he was honest, that shouldn't have been unexpected. And waking up wrapped in Asami's arms had actually been nice and the event that followed had managed to leave him curious for more. But discovering that his mother had put them together to try and get Asami to let Akihito live with him? They could both make their own decisions. He could grudgingly admit to understand her worry but that was still no reason to stick her nose in. Asami was no help either, he stayed out of the argument and looked like the whole thing was entirely too funny! The only thing that he could currently agree with his mother on was calling Asami by his first name. It was a valid point and yet Akihito just couldn't bring himself to say it. And now they were going to be stopping by some fancy clothes shop on the way to one of Asami's high class clubs before he would be dragged back to Asami's lair. He had tried to argue himself out of the clothes but the businessman was having none of it, apparently he wasn't allowed to show up to one of his venues in a t-shirt and ripped jeans. And so Akihito was sulking.

"You have a very cute pout Akihito." That deep voice still sent little shivers down his spine, the bastard seemed to have noticed the effect it had at some point too.

"I'm not pouting and keep your damn eyes on the road." A rumbling chuckle met his words.

"Have you gotten over your shyness yet?"

"What?"

"Since your mother called you out on it this morning, you haven't once referred to me by name."

"Uhh…"

"It's not that embarrassing, I would have thought you would be more embarrassed over this morning."

"That's different," He could feel the flush spread across his cheeks at the memories of the morning. "It's… I don't know how to explain it but it's different."

"I see. I'm sure I can find a way to make you say it." Akihito looked over at Asami with wide eyes. "It's amazing what you can get someone to say or beg for." Golden eyes glanced at him, filled with dark promise and he would be lying if he said he wasn't filled with terrible curiosity. "We will have all night to explore that once I've sorted out Dracaena."

"What's going on anyway?"

"I only have some ideas about what is going on, Kirishima will fill me in when you are getting clothes. You don't actually need to know the details."

Akihito huffed; "What's the point of taking me then?"

"I'm not allowed to show you off a little?" Asami was smirking again.

"What?"

"I think you would look particularly delectable in some nice clothes and this is a good opportunity to test that theory. And you get to know more about me. That's what you wanted, wasn't it?"

"Yes but why do I feel like I'm going to get the watered down version of what's going on?"

"Because you don't need to know."

"Then why am I even coming with you?"

"So that I can take you home afterwards."

"We are going to buy expensive clothes to wear for a few hours to one of your pretentious clubs purely so you drag me home afterwards?!" Akihito was incredulous. Who did he think he was?

"Pretentious huh? It caters to a younger crowd, there's a dance floor and you'll have free drinks, I'm sure you can entertain yourself for an hour or so. I might even join you for a dance."

"I doubt that," Akihito snorted. "Somehow I can't see you dancing at a club. You're more likely to be perving at the sidelines."

"Well, I wouldn't mind watching you shaking that ass."

"Asami!" Akihito's indignant squeak earned a small laugh.

"I'm pretty sure we've already established that you aren't supposed to call me that." He shifted uncomfortably. He felt weird about the whole name thing but felt stupid for feeling weird. He knew it wasn't that big of a deal, yet it felt… Odd.

"You're supposed to call people who are close to you by their first name, but you're just a big mystery to me still. I mean, I get the whole soulmate argument but… I dunno, it just feels weird."

"You can call me whatever you want, Akihito," Asami's eyes were on the road and Akihito wasn't able to make out his expression. "A privilege only entitled to one."

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The rest of the ride back to Tokyo had been spent in companionable silence with the music playing softly in the background broken only by a short call from the businessman's secretary informing them about which store to go to. Akihito had thought more on what to call Asami. He knew what he should be calling him by but it just seemed so at odds to the man yet so fitting at the same time. Something so short didn't seem to fit his complex character or proud bearing yet the second meaning behind it did. He sighed. His thoughts were just going around in circles, it was pointless to spend so much thought on something so trivial. Unfortunately what ultimately pulled Akihito from his thoughts was them pulling to a stop.

"Eh?"

"Time to play dress up, Akihito."

"What?!"

"I told you, you aren't going into one of my clubs dressed like that."

"Don't call it dress up! I'm not some doll for you to throw fancy clothes on or dress up for your own amusement." Akihito had his arms crossed and was not making any move to get out of the car. "I can't see what store we are at but know you it's going to be ridiculously expensive and I don't want you to spend that much money on my clothes, particularly not for just one evening!"

"It's a necessity."

"Me, coming to your club just because you want to drag me home later is not necessary!"

"If you want to pay for your things that much, I'm happy to attach some strings."

"Huh?" A hand reached out and Akihito found his head being turned towards Asami who was leaning in very close. The hand stayed holding his chin and he felt a thumb trace along his lips.

"I was going to get you some nice clothes as a gift and leave it at that but seeing as you want to play with fire, I'm happy to put a condition on them. I can thank of a number of ways you can pay me back."

Akihito stared at him with wide eyes. He couldn't speak, couldn't form the words to scoff and tell him no. His mind was racing, thinking of all the possible ways Asami might ask him to pay him back. The thumb still tracing his lips gave a pretty good hint as to which direct he would go with it. It was almost tempting. Those golden eyes were boring into his and he was so close, too close, it was effecting his ability to think rationally. He knew it was exactly that, playing with fire but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious.

"Oh? You want to play with fire then? You always manage to surprise me Akihito. I thought you would have called me a pervert and run away." Akihito felt his cheeks heating up. He was right, that's what he normally would have done. But Asami's touch from that morning lingered on his mind and he could feel himself falling into the abyss that was this man. Asami leaned forward so that he his lips where ghosting over Akihito's, eyes still staring into his.

"Dance for me at the club."

"Wha-?" He didn't have time to question as he was drawn into a deep kiss. They were both breathing heavily when they finally parted. Asami gave him that stupid trademark smirk and got out of the car leaving Akihito sitting there feeling rather dumbstruck. Quickly attempting to pull himself together, Akihito jumped out of the car and followed Asami who was strolling towards the store front.

"Why a dance of all things?"

"Not going to protest my choice? You've mentioned before that you like to dance and I've already told you that I would like to see you shake that ass for me." Akihito let out a small splutter. "Besides, we'll be at the club for a few hours. Plenty of time to have a drink and get some liquid courage before you hit the dance floor."

"Fine. But you have to dance with me."

"Oh? I'm not the one paying back for the clothes."

"You said earlier that you might join me, didn't you? And it's easier to dance for someone when they are with you." Akihito was pretty sure that at this point, his blush may as well be permanent.

"Are you suggesting an interactive show?" He could imagine leaning with his back against that hard chest, moving to the driving beat, large hands hot against his body. Oh god, now he was turning into a pervert.

"It's an interesting idea, you're just full of surprises today." Akihito groaned. He felt sure something of his thoughts had shown in his face because Asami looked like a cat who had gotten cream.

In his distracted state he had missed the fact that they had actually entered the store until a female voice called out.

"Asami-sama, it is a pleasure to be of service to you again. We have closed the store down for your viewing convenience and have picked out some things ahead of time to start off with. If you and your companion would please follow me." Akihito sighed, time to play dress up.

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Akihito was standing, staring at himself in the full length mirror with two giggling shop assistants fussing behind him. As expected of such a high class place, they seemed to know exactly what they were doing and he had found himself being dressed and then re-dressed as they decided what he was going to wear tonight. They mentioned brand names that he had heard models cluck over during photo shoots and he refused to pay much attention to it after he caught sight of one of the tags on some pants he was putting on. There had been too many zeros and he had had to bite back a curse at Asami and his ridiculous lack of value on money. The man in question had been watching with a small upturn of his lips, Akihito was pretty sure he spent most of the time admiring his ass, until his secretary arrived. Apparently they were taking the limo to the club as a goon had taken the flashy sports car keys from Asami with a bow and retreated leaving the two discussing what could only be business, probably about whatever was going on tonight at the club.

"You look great! You be the envy of everyone tonight!"

The enthusiasm of the two assistants as they dressed him up like a doll was unparalleled. He assumed their normal clientele were probably too snobby to really let them go to town and when he had told them that they could be whatever, both had lit up and acted as though Christmas had come early. In all honesty he wasn't wearing anything that different than normal. Dark jeans that hugged his skin and a nice shirt, untucked with the collar set casually and the top two buttons undone. They had accessorised him with a fancy watch that thankfully was fairly simple in design. The main difference between what he was wearing now and his normal attired was tidiness. No rips or creases in any of these clothes and the outfit looked expensive. Was that really all that was required? Make it look as though it cost a lot and suddenly he can enter this crazy high class club that catered to the young with too much money? Asami himself had even forgone the usual three piece suit, keeping his casual slacks on and just switching out his polo for a shirt. And of course he looked just as good in that as he did in everything else.

Envy of everyone huh? Akihito was pretty sure that his clothes wouldn't be why people would be looking at him with envy, it would be because of the person he was standing beside. But not because Asami was good looking, although his attractiveness surely helped, or his personality, the smug, sadistic bastard. No, they all wanted a piece of the money or power. Akihito couldn't understand it, he was however going to have to deal with some of it tonight. Why did they have to go to one of his clubs? Akihito could scarcely admit it to himself but he would be up for skipping that and going to the main event of the evening, when Asami drags him back to his lair and Akihito sates his curiosity about the sinful promise lurking in Asami's eyes and words. Curiosity killing the cat was probably apt in his case. He was a little house cat pulling on the tigers tail to see what would happen.

Akihito took a deep breath and slowly let it out. Hopefully they would stop by for some food, it was still too early to go to a club and Akihito was starting to feel peckish. He turned away from the mirror gave thanks to the assistants and made his way to where Asami and his secretary were still deep in discussion. Asami glanced up and noticing Akihito's approach, fished his wallet out of his pocket and handed his credit card over to an older lady who had been hovering off to the side. She took the card with a small bow and hurried off to the register. Of course the rich bastard didn't ask how much it cost or even what had been purchased. He doubted Asami would bat an eye if Akihito suddenly announce he wanted to buy the whole store. He idly wondered what he would demand in payment for it though. Akihito quickly pushed that thought away before he could ponder it too much, that was dangerous territory. Something must have shown on his face however because Asami flashed him a look that screamed predator waiting to pounce.

"I don't believe you have been formally introduced yet," Akihito had stopped beside Asami and felt an arm sneak around his waist. "Akihito, this is my secretary, Kirishima Kei. Kirishima, this is Takaba Akihito."

Kirishima gave him a small bow. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Takaba-sama."

"Ah, yeah, sure. Likewise. Um, Takaba-sama? Really? That's a bit much…" He trailed off as Kirishima gave him a wordless look of surprise and a glance to the side showed Asami, lips twitching as though holding back a laugh. The lady returned with Asami's credit card and a few bags that presumably held the clothes that they had arrived in. Kirishima took hold of the bags and advised that he would get them delivered back to the penthouse.

"The limo is already waiting, we'll stop by somewhere to eat on the way to the club." Asami ushered Akihito out the door, sneaking a quick grope before he slid into the waiting vehicle. Stressing more about the evening wouldn't help so Akihito finally resigned himself to his fate. Regardless of whatever happened at the club, he could at least console himself that the food would be good.