AN: Whoops, sorry for the accidental almost-hiatus! Work put me on night shift and killed my sleeping pattern and then put me on early shift so it got even worse! So I am finally all recovered and able to function. I can't write when I'm tired and that level of sleep deprivation killed me haha. Never stress that I will drop this fic because I won't! It's my baby and I will see it through to the end (I have plans eeep!). Life just puts it on hold for a few weeks on occasion. Also can I just take a second to say that I can't actually dirty talk at all in real life? Nor can I do the witty come backs that Aki has. Thankfully writing it down means I can edit it until it sounds right!
Akihito stared into the fridge. Of course it was empty, Asami didn't exactly strike him as the cooking type. Well, it wasn't entirely empty but alcohol did not count as food contrary to what Asami seemed to think. He shut the fridge and opened the freezer underneath to find a few different sizes of ice cubes and nothing else. He sighed. He wanted to make something for dinner as a small gesture of thanks for staying with Asami for the last three days. Not that Asami minded of course. He had been quite keen to make full use of having Akihito around and it had left him feeling drained enough that he had spent the times Asami wasn't home either sleeping or lazing around on the couch with the TV remote in hand. While he enjoyed eating takeout over the last few days he was starting to crave a home cooked meal and he was sure Asami would appreciate it as well. With another small sigh, he swung the freezer door shut and went in search of his phone.
Finding it on the couch, Akihito scrolled through his contacts and paused over his soulmates name. He was pretty sure he had entered it as 'Asami' but it was staring out at him as 'Ryuichi'. Asami himself must have changed it when Akihito was passed out after their rigorous activities. Asami had taken him a little too seriously on the idea of having him at the penthouse as a sex toy for the week. Akihito flushed and pulled himself back to the present. Damn the man, just looking at his name had Akihito's mind wandering and his heart starting to beat faster. He took a deep breath, steeling himself and hit call. He found himself nervous while his listened to the ringtone and scowled at the wall. Would he ever get used to this?
"Hello kitten."
That deep, rumbling purr sent shivers down his spine. Akihito was pretty sure his voice affected him even more now. How that was even possible? He was still trying to get his brain into gear enough to reply when Asami spoke again sounding far too smug, bastard probably heard his breath catch when he answered.
"To what do I owe the pleasure of your call?"
"So do you just live on alcohol or something?"
"Not at all."
"Then why is there nothing else in your fridge?"
"Ah, would you like me to order you something?"
"I was going to cook but you don't have any ingredients, I looked in the cupboards and you have all these fancy pots and pans and appliances and yet you don't even have salt and pepper or spices or anything. Do you just live on takeout?"
"I often have meals with business partners at various restaurants around city so I eat well."
Akihito made a non-committal sound at the back of his throat. "How are you not fat?"
A deep chuckle met his ears, "I work out of course, surely it's obvious?" Akihito flushed. That's true, there was no way he got that body from doing nothing. Those were some seriously drool worthy muscles and he could vividly picture them glistening with sweat and rippling and flexing… He coughed, trying to cover his zone out and he could swear he could hear Asami's smirk.
"I don't know how the hell you get that much time. Anyway, food. I want to cook but I really don't have the energy to walk to the supermarket."
"I'll message Ueda, he can drive you. I left a card for you on the bedside table, it's a second credit card for my account for you to use."
"I can pay for some groceries, I don't need you to pay for everything bastard."
"Considering that you will have to get everything as apparently there is nothing in my cupboards, use it at least this once." Akihito grumbled but agreed. "Keep the card, if you ever need anything, use it."
"I don't-!"
"Akihito." Asami cut him off with a warning tone. "You don't have to use it, just keep hold of it in case of emergencies. I'll message you the pin number. Be good kitten, I have to go for a meeting."
The line disconnected before he had a chance to say goodbye and he huffed. Rude. He went in search of the card and found a shiny black and silver card much like the one he had seen Asami flash around before except this one had his name on it not Asami's. He sighed and decided that it would just be this once that he would use it. May as well get all the condiments and spices that he would need in future as well, Akihito could only assume this wouldn't be the last time he would be over and cooking. This time he would have Ueda to help carry everything and a car to drag it all back so he may as well stock up on the stuff that doesn't go off. Determined, Akihito pocketed the card and his phone, located his keys and slipped his shoes on. Ueda popped his head around the door while he was still tying up his shoes and then they were out the door. Mission go.
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The mission had been a success. Of course they had to go to an expensive, high class supermarket, Asami's orders, who else? He had initially been embarrassed walking into such a snobby place with his favourite torn jeans and a t-shirt pulled from the collection that had been given a home in Asami's ridiculously large wardrobe but the sneers directed at him had subdued quickly once Ueda's looming presence was spotted. And while the prices had continuously made Akihito wince, he had to admit he had been impressed with the selection available although he was immensely glad that he was not paying. He had wandered up every single aisle, determined to not forget anything and had been stopped in his tracks by the incredible variety of fancy and imported sweets and had spent a little time ogling the shelves before nabbing a couple of packs of his favourite pocky, he wasn't about to go overboard but Asami could spare a few yen for a few treats. He had spent some time picking out the various condiments required as well as ones that will be needed in future and was glad for Ueda's help as they ended up with far too much for him to have carried on his own.
It still rubbed him the wrong way to be followed around like this but after the close call a few days ago he would grudgingly let it slide for now. Ueda turned out to know a few things about cooking and proved to be a useful and interesting shopping companion which soothed Akihito's ruffled feathers although he pointedly ignored the other shadow following them around the store at a more discreet distance. Ueda seemed to find it funny how Akihito still automatically looking for the best prices on things and would hesitate if something wasn't quite considered necessary even though this would be charged to Asami's card and not his own. When questioned he had just made a light-hearted comment about how it said a lot about Akihito's personality. He had argued that he didn't want to be wasteful regardless of who was paying but he just earned himself a larger grin. Baffled, he had continued with his shop, too distracted to notice the odd looks he was still getting from other shoppers.
The only near incident had been once they hit the check out, the girl at the register had looked down her nose at him and her lip curled up at his ripped jeans and plain t-shirt. The woman standing in line behind him wearing far too much make up was also looking at him like he was dirt and Akihito flushed in embarrassment. Ueda looked like he was about to say something and he shook his head, stopping him. It really wasn't worth it. He was just happy that they were nearly done. The girl serving him had opened her mouth to say something when Akihito grumbled about the total price but her jaw snapped shut and her eyes went wide when he handed over the card. He blinked as her whole countenance changed and suddenly he was 'Takaba-san' and she was bowing to him with a polite 'thank you for shopping with us' and 'please enjoy your day'. The woman who was in line behind him was eyeing him up with something that looked a little like jealousy and greed and Akihito was incredibly relieved when they were able to exit the store.
Back at the penthouse, Akihito was quite excited to get started. He had always found cooking to be both soothing and rewarding. His mother had taught him to cook early on and he often helped with the meals when he visited. He always found that it gave him the opportunity to think things through while he prepared it or just lose himself into music if he put some on while he cooked. Even better was at the end of it all you had a tasty dish to dig into and hopefully leftovers for later. What he was particularly enthused about however were all the shiny looking kitchen appliances that had never been used. He didn't have to worry about his dodgy old knives or running out of space on the bench. He grinned as he spread out and set to chopping the first of his vegetables for dinner.
He could get really used to this. He supposed the last few days were a glimpse at what living with Asami would be like. Although he hadn't had work in the last few days while Asami's men tried to sort out the threat against him, it couldn't be that far off from what it would be like. Presumably there would be a little less sex, although Akihito wasn't entirely sure on the point, and he would cook more often, maybe clean a bit seeing as he couldn't afford to pay any rent. He found himself blushing as he realised he was pretty much playing housewife at this point. He stopped chopping, sitting the knife down and brought his hands up to bury his face in them. He could feel his cheeks burning. He was cooking the bastard dinner after lazing around the penthouse for the day as he was worn out by some very rigorous nightly activities. He really needed to get back to his own apartment and back to work.
Akihito had to admit, to himself at least, that he had enjoyed the last few days. Asami had come home early each night and they had spent a bit of time together watching a move or a TV show before inevitably ending up in the secret room for some more 'exploration' as Asami called it. Akihito had thought that Asami would be quick to familiarize him with all the different toys and implements in the room but instead he had only introduced him to a few. However he was now very intimately acquainted with all the different things that each of those could be used for. Asami had taken great pleasure in showing him and seeing his reactions. What Akihito had been most surprised about was just how much Asami could do with just his person. His hands in particular could leave him begging desperately for more, pulling, pinching, caressing his skin knowingly and dragging him down into incoherency. He asked Asami last night how he always seemed to know just how to push his buttons, how he had known right from their very first night together. His breath caught in his throat as he remembered his soulmates answer.
"How do you know?"
"How do I know what?" Asami smirked and leaned down so that their noses where almost touching while he pinned him in place on the bed.
"You-" Akihito's breath stuttered and he tried to force the words out before the sheer presence of Asami pressing down onto his body overwhelmed him completely. "You al-always seem to know. Right f-from the start." He cursed his inability to think properly in this situation. "How can you make me lose myself so… So completely each and every time?"
The golden eyes boring into his darkened at his words and the smirk turned sinister causing a little shiver to ripple through Akihito's body.
"Ah. Well it just so happens that our tastes seem to match in a very delicious way but mainly through observation." Asami brought his hand up to trace his finger lightly down his neck. "It is my specialty after all. And I must confess, nothing quite compares to watching my little kitten get wrecked so completely." Akihito could feel the heat those words cause flash through him but Asami continued and he couldn't wrench his gaze away from that all-consuming stare. "I watch you kitten and I listen and I take note of all the little things that give you away."
The finger tracing down his neck reached his collarbone and suddenly the nail scratched across his skin, just hard enough to sting slightly and Akihito felt himself jerk involuntarily. "What does it mean when you moan? What makes you cry out in bliss? What do the tears in the corner of your eyes say?" Asami gave him a positively feral grin before moving down so that his lips were just barely tracing the outline of his ear. "You have different sounds for different things that you feel." Akihito couldn't help the small moan tumbling from his lips as the man purred directly into his ear. His voice alone should classify as a sin, surely only some sort of demon should sound so good that Akihito felt like he could come untouched from that alone. "A gasping moan caused by sudden pleasure that threatens to take your breath away, little trembling mewls stemming from a long, slow build up and you are just starting to lose yourself. The deep groan from when you like something but it's not going to drown you into incoherency. When you start to beg, a constant stream of pleas stuttered out as though you aren't quite sure what you are asking for but right at that moment it's just not quite enough. The silent scream when you cum so hard that your entire body convulses."
Asami moved his hand to trail over a perky nipple, caressing it before pinching sharply causing Akihito's body to jerk once more. "The way your body moves tells a complimentary story. The way your muscles flex and strain beneath your skin as you try to contain your pleasure, when your entire body jerks in pain that melts into bliss, how your fingers scrabble in desperation against the sheets trying to anchor you to the here and now. How they dig into my skin as though in silent entreaty for more." Asami moved again so that he was looking into his wide eyes, their lips barely brushing together, Akihito's whole body tense and breaths coming in pants. "When your head falls back, jaw slack and you are just gone, lost to everything that I give you. Lost in the pain and pleasure and gone beyond the point of thought, only able to feel." The hand was still toying with his nipple and Akihito wondered if he could actually come like this, he could feeling the tell-tale mix of heat and pressure coiling deep in his belly.
"And all that kitten, is only after a few nights. I very much look forward to pulling you apart over and over again, wrecking you beyond all hope of reason and seeing what other observations I can make." Asami nipped at his bottom lip, biting and pulling at it with just the right amount of pressure while his fingers deftly tweaked at his abused nipple and Akihito was groaning into his soulmates mouth as he spiralled over the edge practically untouched.
He came back to awareness slowly. Turns out the bastard could actually make him come with his silky-as-sin voice alone. Akihito groaned as he realised he was standing in the middle of the kitchen, desperately hard and wanting. That memory would be burned into his mind for a long time and he now knew to be careful what he asked as Asami was not one to hold back. He cursed the man before focusing back on the chopping board in front of him. The bastard would probably make fun of him for playing housewife after so adamantly refusing to move in with him but it would be worth it for the tasty meal and maybe, just maybe for Asami's appreciation for his trouble.