AN: I didn't plan any of this chapter. I have no idea where it came from. First Sudou showed up and then Akihito got a little frisky. (Smut warning for the second half of the chapter) It's such an innocent seeming chapter title too, until you realise what is being practised.

The finishing touches done on his hair, Sudou smiled into the mirror, memorising the exact angle to tilt his head at for maximum effect. He looked good, if he did say so himself. He had on his favourite grey suit that did amazing things for his figure; he had it custom made and the tailoring was excellent. It was matched perfectly with the pale blue tie and brought out his eyes. Well, the contact coloured version of his eyes. He had always hated the dark hair and eyes that he was born with, too dull and common. So he had switched over to a far more attractive blond hair and blue eyed look and maintained it ever since. There were very few people that would remember how he looked before his transformation. Shame it had to match that damn hussy. Although perhaps it was a good thing, once he's out of the picture then Sudou would be left to take over Asami's attentions and he would already suit his preferences.

Happy with the result of his effort, Sudou quickly tidied up his office and prepared for Asami's impending arrival. He came once a month to visit the club in person and assess how things were going. Usually it was a quick trip, a few hours at most, just to make his presence known again while he inspected the premises. As if anyone could forget such an imposing figure. He shivered at that thought of that gaze on him directly, boring into his skin and flaying him open from the inside out. It was always like he could tear you open and see inside your mind with that one calculated stare. So thrilling. Sudou took a deep breath and tried to calm down. He couldn't be getting too excited before the man was even in front of him. He needed to show that he could be perfectly composed regardless of how he was feeling on the inside. A perfect match for the imposing figure of Asami. Not like the tramp who seemed to show every emotion across his face for the world to see. Pathetic. How could such a person claim to be able to stand side by side with such a cold dominance? So mismatched and ill-suited. Clearly soulmates could be inaccurate.

A knock at the door interrupted him from his musings and Sudou smoothed his hands down his sides, confirming that there was no wrinkles and drawing strength from the feeling of the fabric under his fingertips. He strode to the door and slipped out. Seina was standing outside and bowed her head demurely as she spoke.

"There is a car just pulling up outside."

"Everything ready?"

Seina nodded and fell in step just behind him as they made their way to the entrance of the club. "Yes. The girls are aware of Asami-sama's arrival and inspection. Everything is perfect."

"Good. Make sure it stays that way."

The woman nodded and turned away to move through the crowds back to the VIP section where she made her rounds looking after the preferred customers. He was lucky to have found such a resourceful and loyal follower. Even better, she hadn't cost that much to purchase and required far less money for upkeep than the other girls. And so eager to please. He had a number of very high profile and high spending young men come in regularly for her specials services. She had seemed over the moon when he had recently rewarded her efforts. If only he had more lost souls like her under his wing. Still, he had to be careful. It wasn't something that was approved by the higher ups. That would be something he would bring to Asami's attention later. So much opportunity lay in 'liberating' the lost souls caught up in human trafficking.

He reached the main entrance just as Asami's secretary and body guard were being let in. They always used the front entrance for inspections, to gauge the popularity and atmosphere of the club. He was surprised when no one followed after. Where was the smouldering golden eyes of his day dreams?

"Kirishima-san, welcome." He gave a small bow of his head in greeting. Even that felt like a little bit of a stretch. The bespectacled man irked him no end. He ignored the hulking blonde behemoth behind him, good bodyguards were seen and not heard. "Is Asami-sama not in attendance tonight?"

"No."

Sudou froze. He had been looking forward to this evening. Each monthly visit was a highly anticipated event. He kept his expression neutral, trying to keep the disappointment from his face. He wasn't about to lose his composure. No, he had to prove he could keep his head regardless of what he felt inside. But what if the man was hurt? He was a big believer in regularly seeing his businesses for himself and rarely skipped out on the appointed meetings. He quickly squashed down on the alarm rising through him.

"I hope everything is okay?"

Kirishima seemed to be inspecting him. Was he fishing for a reaction? Perhaps he was just nervous filling in Asami-sama's shoes. It was a big task after, one that no one could really fill other than the man himself. The secretary pushed up his glasses before answering. "Yes. Asami-sama is on a much deserved vacation with his soulmate for a few days."

Soulmate. Of course the tramp was behind it all. The little hussy had completely ruined his plans for the evening. Well, just another thing to add to the pile. He would get a little revenge soon enough. And then the delicious prize would be all his own. Asami's sole focus on himself. He supressed a little shiver of anticipation. The waiting would only make the reward all the sweeter.

Sudou realised that he was still being watched. He mentally scolded himself before giving his best smile. "Well, then. We'll just have to make do. If you would follow me, the club is ready for inspection."

Only a little time left to wait.

It had been a surprisingly pleasant few days. Akihito had endeavoured to get as much of the week off as possible so they could spend their time together. He had only had a few shoots that he couldn't cancel but Asami used those times to work from home, making calls and sorting through the most urgent of things that needed his attention. Although honestly there wasn't much that Kirishima couldn't handle on his own. He was exceedingly competent but disliked being a leader. There was that added bit of pressure being the one to make the final decisions, he supposed. Also dealing with people who were often demanding and irritating. Kirishima always had preferred paperwork over people. Asami couldn't really blame him.

He had more or less viewed people as things prior to Akihito. After he had closed off that part of himself, people were just tools to be used. He could see his empire in his mind's eye as a puzzle. A giant, intricate puzzle of people motivated by greed, ambition, loyalty. How they moved and formed together depended on how well you offered them what they wanted and how you rewarded them for performing well.

Until Akihito. He very much threw a spanner in the works. He didn't have anything to do with his empire. Completely separate from everything that he knew and was comfortable with. And so Asami had been unsure how to react to him initially. Yet now here they were. Enjoying another evening on the couch after Akihito cooked dinner. He was a rather unique person in that he got far more reward and satisfaction from doing things for other people, giving in some way rather than receiving. It was an interesting concept, one that Asami had trouble viewing outside the conceptual and in real life circumstances. Luckily Akihito seemed keen to give him some hands on experience in that department. Although with the way he was looking after Asami, it seemed he was rather well suited to the housewife title. He wasn't about to risk saying that to him in person though.

He had been carefully looking after him in the last few days. He seemed to be trying to be subtle about it but subtly wasn't his strong suit. Still, Asami had appreciated the efforts. He felt more relaxed than he had in a long time. What he really wasn't looking forward to was Akihito going back to his own apartment. He looked over to Akihito who was curled up against his side and gently brushed his hand through the soft blonde strands. The photographer shifted around to look up at him in question.

"Move in with me."

His soulmate froze and his eyes went wide. Asami was surprised about just how surprised Akihito was at the suggestion. Considering how much time he spent here it made sense. Surely he must have thought about it before, his mother brought it up every time they talked on the phone driving him crazy. If he had anticipated any reaction, it would have been an eye roll and a grumble about not taking things too quickly.

"Can I think about it?" Asami raised his eyebrows at the tentative question. "What's that look for? It's a big thing, I don't want to rush it."

"I'm just surprised you haven't thought about it already considering."

"Ugh, Okaasan needs to mind her own business." Akihito groaned. "But I never thought about it seriously before because we never talked about it. So I'll think about it okay?"

"That's fine." It was a start at least. Who knows, maybe a few days back on his own at his own apartment might make Akihito miss this. He doubted it would be that easy to get the free spirited young man to tie himself closer to him however.

The young man in question was now moving and climbed over to plonk himself in Asami's lap. Well, this was a turn of events that he could thoroughly get behind. Akihito had been a little more forward and self-assured recently and Asami was more than happy to encourage it. The kiss he placed on his lips was cut short and Asami moved to pull Akihito back in before he was stopped as his soulmate slid backwards off his lap and sunk onto his knees between his thighs. One small hand moved forward and tentatively palmed at his groin through his bathrobe.

"Can I…?"

"Do as you wish."

Akihito, once he set his mind on something, was extremely determined. He would have found such sheer determination rather adorable considering that he was attempting to try and deep throat him. But it had proven to be a tortuous exercise in control for Asami. He had asked one day, completely out of blue, how to do it 'properly'. He could only assume it had been an instance where Akihito blurted out what was on his mind because he immediately went several interesting shades of red and started stammering. After working out exactly what he meant by properly, Asami had to remind Akihito was there wasn't really a proper way to do sex, it was all down to preference as long as consent was provided, his little soulmate had been determined to practise. Herein lied the problem.

It was a problem Asami didn't really mind having. It's just that he had failed to realise just how hard it would be to let Akihito go and figure it out at his own pace and not just shift his hips to fuck up into that wonderful wet heat. It really was quite a sight to see. Looking down on Akihito, face flushed and wet pink lips wrapped around the head of his cock. His blue eyes looked up at him filled with equal parts lust and fiery determination. An exceedingly erotic spectacle. And all he could do was sit there and take what was given. It was so difficult. His inner desires strained to be released and take the reins back but that would be counterproductive in the end. Still, it was difficult to sit and take it, so Asami had taken to carding one hand through the blonde strands in encouragement. Which was how they both discovered that Akihito liked having his hair pulled. Which made it even more difficult to hold back as his face took on that fully aroused fucked-out look.

Asami took a deep breath and let it out heavily through his nose. Akihito paused, he had just undone his robe and was leaning forward with Asami's rapidly hardening cock in hand, and raised his eyebrows in question.

"It's fine." The photographer was still staring at him as though trying to discern the truth of the matter. He had agreed to speak more openly with Akihito, although he wasn't sure if that counted for bedroom matters. Still. "I was just remembering how good you look with your lips wrapped around my cock and how hard it is to not just flip you over and fuck you until you're wrecked." He watched as his pupils visibly dilated with arousal and the faint blush across his cheeks spread.

Akihito shifted forward, moving his hand to stroke his length as he replied; "I figured. You get this look on your face. It's hot." He cleared his throat in embarrassment. "It's part of the reason I wanted to do this. Well, partially because I know how good it feels. But mainly cause I like to see that I can make you feel that good too?" He ducked his head down and flicked his tongue over the head of the cock in his hand as though try to stop himself from saying anything more. Asami was more than happy to sit back and let him go about his self-appointed task.

It wasn't long before his control was straining however. Akihito was learning far too quickly just what he liked. He thought it had something to do with the hand resting on his thigh considering he moved it occasionally but otherwise it stayed in roughly the same position. The other hand was used to assist in his task of manoeuvring his cock how he wanted. He must be able to feel the play of muscles under his fingers as they tensed and flexed in reaction to his ministrations and was using that to work out what to do. Surely that was why he was picking things up so quickly. Clever little minx.

Akihito was then moving forward again to once again attempt to take the entire thing down his throat. He had nearly succeeded a few times already but had to back off least he choke. Asami had made it very clear to Akihito not to force himself, the last thing he wanted was his soulmate vomiting all over his cock. That was not sexy at all. He slid forward slowly but smoothly this time and Asami could feel the difference to previous attempts. He watched with lidded eyes as Akihito took the entire thing down his throat and his nose buried itself in the fine hair at the base. It felt amazing. The pressure was coiling low in his belly with the sheer pleasure brought on by Akihito's ministrations. He wasn't sure how long he would be able to hold back. All he wanted to do was fuck those divine pink lips and chase his satisfaction. It was then that Akihito opened his eyes and looked right up into his own. Fuck. If that wasn't one of the most erotic things he had ever seen. And then he swallowed.

Asami's mind completely blanked out at the feeling. He heard a muffled moan and realised his hand had tightened into a fist in Akihito's hair automatically. Then his soulmate was swallowing around him again, the walls of his throat tightening and working around him. Then again. And again. It didn't take much then suddenly his orgasm was on him, bearing down with incredible force. He barely remembered to release his grip so Akihito could move back and not choke. He watched as his soulmate did indeed move back and took most of the load onto his face. Asami sat and stared down at him while he came down from his high. Akihito was looking exceedingly pleased with himself and was wiggling in excitement.

His little pink tongue darted out to lap up some of the come from the corner of his mouth and Asami's control finally snapped completely. He bodily picked Akihito off the ground, eliciting a squeak of surprise, before dumping him in his lap and pulling down his briefs. He was thankful that he had just been relaxing in his briefs and a t-shirt prior to this. Less material to try and remove. He reached his hand out and wrapped his fist around the others already hard and leaking cock. Akihito moaned and sat up, wrapping his arms around Asami's neck as he held on. It didn't take long for him to stroke his lover to his own completion and he came with his name on his lips.

They stayed like that for a few moments before Akihito moved back to look at Asami. His face was still covered in come and he was looking far too pleased with himself.

"Next time you should fuck my mouth."

Fuck.