A/N: Akihito gets released from the hospital and then Asami has another type of release in mind but just who is the pervert really?

Smut warning~ *grins* This chapter ran a little longer than intended but I reeeaaaaallly wanted to write this smut scene that I've been hanging out to write for a few weeks haha. Also this is the last chapter of this fic for a couple of weeks while I work out what's going to happen next and update Choose Me and Shattered plus a possible bonus Wildcat extra!

Having been in hospital for a full seven days, Akihito was itching to leave. Asami had wheeled him outside a few times so that he can bask in the fresh air and sunshine but honestly Akihito just wanted to go home. It didn't help that Teiji had been released into Nakahara's care yesterday morning, leaving just three of them in the ward together. Akihito had to admit that sharing the room was so much better than being by himself though. They had a relatively constant stream of visitors from the security team, both to visit them as well as to guard the room. He had also met some of Ueda's and Fujioka's family members, all of which were surprised to find out just who Akihito was. He had now caught up on all the movies and shows that he wanted to watch and had learnt a few new card games as well. But he was just ready to go home.

Asami was sitting on a chair beside his bed reading through a few work documents that Kirishima had dropped in earlier. As much as Akihito appreciated the time he spent with him in the hospital, it was not really helping his boredom. It also gave him far too much time to think, and that wasn't even including the stupid tugging feeling that he still hadn't told Asami about. He had a feeling if he mentioned it, Kirishima might be hard pressed to get Asami to leave the hospital at all. He had mentioned it in passing in front of the guards and they all had been surprised. He had also caught a number of them watching him and Asami together and smiling as though it was cute, which embarrassed him no end. Not that Asami seemed to care one bit. Akihito was actually surprised that Asami was sitting in the chair right now rather than coming up onto the bed. It had only taken Akihito a few times of wanting him close and inviting him onto the bed for Asami to take it as a given that each time he came to the hospital that he had to cuddle with him. Although considering Asami's normal touchy-feely levels, he had to wonder how much was for his sake and how much for Asami's own assurance. Not that he would admit to it of course.

"What's wrong?"

Akihito blinked and focused back on Asami's concerned face. He must have zoned out in thought and had been chewing on his lip like he did when thinking or worried.

"Ah, nothing. I was just thinking…"

"About?"

"Stuff." Asami raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed with his answer. "I've just had too much time to think and feel lately. I just want to go home."

"Feel?"

Akihito internally winced. He really wasn't keen on admitting to feeling The Pull to Asami directly, he was pretty sure he was going to have trouble gaining his freedom after this event without admitting to missing the damn man.

"I was just… Just thinking about some things Sudou said." He almost groaned out loud when he realised what he had said. Great, he avoided talking about one topic and instead blurted out something even worse. He quickly kept talking to clarify what he meant. "All he wanted was your attention and in the end, he technically got it. I dunno, it just doesn't sit well with me. Like, after all that, he got what he was after."

"He didn't." Asami's voice was quiet.

"But at the end, I don't think it mattered to him how he got your attention, just that he did. And it worked." He pointed out. "You went there to deal with him."

Asami was quiet for a few moments and he seemed to be choosing his words. "I was in the same room as him for barely five minutes. He didn't get what he was after."

Akihito reached out and slapped his soulmate's arm gently. Asami looked at him in surprise. "Mask." Was all Akihito said in explanation. There was a small flicker of understanding across his face before he visibly took a breath and forced himself to relax. "I didn't mean to bring it up and make you uncomfortable. It's just been bothering me a bit."

"It's fine, it doesn't affect me at all, I'm far more concerned about you."

"The very fact that you immediately put on a mask says differently." Akihito snorted but changed the subject. "I just want to go home already. I'm sick of being here."

"And when you come home, you are going to be resting and still not able to walk for at least five weeks. It's not going to be all that different to now."

Akihito flushed slightly at the way Asami said home. He had been talking about his home, his apartment but it was clear that Asami was referring to the penthouse as their home. The very thought made him feel a little fluttery. It was an odd feeling and he cursed himself for getting all giddy like some school girl.

"Oh? Why are you blushing kitten?"

Akihito groaned at the smug tone of voice and tried to bury himself back into the blankets. The endeavour proved futile due to the cast and brace limiting his movement and he gave up with a huff. Asami chuckled at his plight and they both settled back to what they were doing before. Which meant Akihito was bored still as Asami worked but thankfully he was saved when his friends bounded in to visit him again. They had already stopped by a few times with candy and games for him.

"Aki-chan!" Kou sing-songed as he virtually bounced through the doors. Takato trailed behind him at a more sedate pace and was smiling at the antics of his soulmate. "Oh, hi Asami-san."

Asami nodded in greeting and turned to Akihito, "I have to make some calls for work and this is as good a time as any. I'll leave you to it." He put away the papers into his brief case and strode out of the room with his phone in hand, nodding to Takato in greeting on the way past. Kou sat in the newly vacated chair and was practically vibrating in his seat.

"I got a date with the cute barista!" Kou blurted out at almost a shout.

"Oh, that's awesome!" Akihito grinned at his friend while Takato took a seat and shushed Kou.

"Not so loud, this is a hospital remember?"

"Sorry, sorry." Kou ducked his head slightly but was still bouncing in place. "He's really cute and seems really nice and I'm so nervous and excited and oh my god what do I do?!"

Akihito laughed. It was nice to see his friend so happy and excited. Kou had had a string of very short failed relationships so he was hopeful that he would do better with this one. "You'll be fine. What's the plan?"

"We're going out for coffee at a different place, not the place he works at, and we'll get some food and just chat. We're going next weekend but I'm really so nervous now, how am I going to cope as it gets closer and closer?!"

"You know, I don't think I've ever seen you like this." Takato mused, "Usually you aren't so effected, it's good though. I really should have said something sooner so you could have figured it out earlier. I really thought you knew though."

Kou huffed. "I told you, I just never thought about it. I just assumed I should be dating girls. But guys are okay too. I mean, he's super cute and all." He flushed a little at the knowing grins being thrown his way.

They teased Kou and chatted for a while. It was nice having his friends around to visit, they helped liven up the atmosphere and Akihito spent the whole time smiling and laughing. Especially when Takato handed over a large pack of pocky for him. He really had the best friends. The only brief interruption was when Anita bustled in with bentos for the three of them. She was just doing a fly-by visit this time purely for lunch and Kirishima was going to gather the containers to return to her later. She had been stopping in with handmade lunch for all of them ever since that first day. Akihito was pretty sure she just wanted to make sure Ueda was eating right and well looked after while he was injured and was just including them because it was just as easy to make three as it was to make one bento. He was not complaining at all however, the food was delicious and far better than any hospital fare.

He was even more excited when the doctor came in a little later and informed him that provided his last set of tests came back good and nothing else happened during that night's observation, he would be released in the morning. He was looking forward to getting back on his feet again, hopefully quite literally.

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Akihito was ecstatic to be back at the penthouse. Asami was still going to be around a lot, choosing to spend more time working from home for a few weeks and his security team would be around a little more to help out physically as well. He was still stuck to being wheel chaired around for the next few weeks but at least he wasn't stuck in a hospital bed. Asami was just wheeling him past the spare room when he noticed something familiar through the door from the corner of his eye.

"Wait. Hold up, what's in that room now?" Asami stopped in place but didn't respond. Akihito craned his head around to stare up at his soulmate and was met with a blank face. Highly suspicious. "Asami, what's in that room?" Still no answer. "Wheel me back." The man seemed to weigh up his options before reluctantly pulling him back so that they were beside the door after he asked a second time. Akihito reached out and pushed the door open fully.

Inside was filled with boxes but also a few things he recognised from his apartment.

"Did you… Did you move me in? Asami, I never agreed to move in with you yet!"

The man in question was staring back at him with a stubborn glint in his eye. "And just when do you think you will be able to get back there? You can't walk unassisted for at least another five weeks and after that it's going to be months before you're back to normal. No high impact exercise for at least three months and that's only if you heal quickly and do the strengthening exercises like you're supposed to." He reminded him. "So you're without work for at least two months. How do you expect to be able to pay your bills? You'll need help with cooking and cleaning. There's no point keeping your apartment."

"That's not the point!" Akihito exploded. "You asked but I never said yes. You're not supposed to do things like this on your own just because you decided to. I'm not going to be kept, dammit."

"I'm not saying that you are." Asami gritted out back and Akihito felt tears threatening as the impassive mask slipped back in place. He reached around awkwardly with his right arm and grabbed a section of his shirt in his fist.

"Tell me the real reason!"

"I am."

"No, you're not!" Akihito held back his tears, there was no reason to cry over this dammit. It's just that mask hurt him every time he saw it. He had really thought they were moving past this. Looks like it was going to take longer for Asami to open up than he thought. "Tell me why."

"You're safer here."

It was like a douse of cold water washed over him as a trace of fear flashed across Asami's face as he spoke the words. It was gone as quickly as it came but the lingering vulnerability stayed behind. He never gave much thought as to just how this event would have effected Asami. His capture and the events at the stake out gone wrong were similar to the events in which Kirishima Haruki and Motoori Tetsuya died. No wonder the man had been so clingy the last week. He felt awful. He had been so wrapped up in his own healing and boredom at the hospital that he didn't even consider what Asami was feeling after all that. He felt like such a kid, only thinking of himself. His thoughts must have shown on his face as his soulmate reached out and gently brushed his thumb across his cheek. He was crying, he realised after a moment.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to take you back to those times. Just when you're starting to heal too."

"Akihito, look at me." A gentle hand lifted his chin until he was blearily looking into soft golden eyes. "It's not your fault and the bastard who did this is dead. It's okay, there's nothing to cry over."

He gave Asami a watery smile. "If I don't cry over you, who will?"

"You just need to focus on you until you are all healed. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine."

Akihito snorted in derision. "Like how you were fine before me and never talking about it? Hell no. You're never allowed to shut me out again, you hear me? I'm still pissed off at you for moving me without asking but if you had told me what you wanted to do and why, I would have said yes." Asami actually blinked in surprise. "Give me some credit. Although in terms of safety, you should give that security team that you pay for more credit, I'm pretty sure they make my apartment, well my old apartment now, just as safe as here."

"No. It's nowhere near as safe as here. But this way you can be safe, have everything you need and we can see each other more."

"Yeah, yeah. It's too late for me to win this argument, my apartment probably already has another tenant." He pointed out. "But don't think I'll let you get away with something like this in future." He brandished his finger threateningly at the man and he chuckled in response. Asami took hold of the wheelchair again and wheeled him through to the master bedroom, picking him up from the chair then depositing him on the bed.

"Now I was thinking my little kitten might be feeling a little attention starved."

"Really? You've been forcibly cuddling with me all week." Akihito's tone was dry and he shuffled around to a more comfortable position. Asami crawled onto the bed and sat beside him.

"That's not what I had in mind."

"What-?" A large hand reached out and caressed his clothed groin before carefully wiggling his loose trouser pants down to the tops of his thighs. "Oh, that's not really necess… ary... oooh." He trailed off into a moan as his briefs were just as quickly moved down to give Asami access to his cock. The man was carefully palming him, stroking gently and Akihito was quickly hardening under the attentions.

"You don't need to do anything, just let me take care of you."

Akihito wasn't able to form the retort he wanted as he was lost in the feeling embarrassingly quickly. He supposed it had been over a week now, which was actually starting to be a long time for them. Asami really was turning him into a pervert. The man leaned over, the angle looked awkward considering he had to avoid putting any strain on Akihito's leg, and quickly took his length into his mouth. The warm, wet heat and the skilful movements were enough to take him over the edge far too quickly. He would have been embarrassed by it had Asami not seemed inordinately pleased with himself. He sat back licking his lips and looking a cat with cream. He lay panting for a few minutes while Asami started carefully unbuckling the leg brace.

"I'll run you a bath and you can soak for a while, might help ease the discomfort of having been lying down for so long."

"Oh, but what about you?"

Asami looked at him in askance and he dropped his gaze down to the not inconsiderable bulge in his slacks. "You're injured." He pointed out. "The last thing I want to do it hurt you and with our size difference, reciprocation is going to be nothing short of awkward. I'll take care of it myself later."

"You could sit on my face." Akihito blurted out before he realised what he said. Asami's eyebrows shot up to his hairline and he felt his face burn in embarrassment almost immediately. "Or not. I mean, if you don't want to."

"Oh no, since you offered such an intriguing solution, I would love to take you up on the offer." The older man's face settled into a very familiar smirk. "But who's the pervert now, hmm kitten?"

Akihito groaned and covered his face with his good arm. His face was still getting redder, he could feel the burning heat intensifying. "It's your fault. You made me like this."

Asami actually laughed at that, "Oh no. I merely brought out your inner desires. But I don't see why you are getting so embarrassed over this. This is no worse than anything else we have done and you were the one to suggest it. I'm not about to laugh at you for your fantasies. I honestly doubt there is anything that you would suggest that I wouldn't do. We are quite matched in that regard."

Akihito removed his arm and stared at Asami suspiciously. The man just matched his gaze, still with that smirk in place. "What about if I wanted to call you daddy or asked you to cross-dress for me?"

"You could call me daddy if you want." Asami gave him a lascivious smirk and Akihito pulled a face earning himself a laugh. "No? I wouldn't mind."

"That's really not my thing. But what about something like cross-dressing? I really can't see you agreeing to that."

The other man sat in thought for a few moments before replying slowly. "If it was truly a fantasy of yours, I would. But it would cost you."

"Like what?"

"I would think of something. Secret room time doing activities of my choice maybe. I'm talking for hours, days maybe. That's a big ask."

"Good thing I don't want to see you in woman's clothing then, you wouldn't leave me able to walk in exchange."

Asami shrugged and then gently ran his hand along Akihito's thigh. "You would look good in thigh highs though."

"You want to cross-dress me?"

"It's not about the cross-dressing. It's about you dressing up for me. To please me, to look sexy just for me. Unfortunately males are rather limited in what kind of lingerie is designed for them, women have a far greater and honestly far sexier range to choose from. I don't particularly see why clothing should have an assigned gender either, especially when worn in the bedroom. In here it's just you and I. No one else. We can do as we please, whatever our fantasies and desire's dictate."

Akihito could feel the arousal starting to crawl through his veins again at the low and seductive tone of voice that Asami used at the end. "I think I understand. It's about me putting time, effort and thought into looking good for you right? Less about the how, more about the why?"

"Correct. And I meant what I said about there being nothing that you could ask me that I wouldn't do. But enough of that for now. I believe you had a rather intriguing suggestion." The heat that was finally starting to dissipate from his cheeks immediately flared to life again. "Now, seeing as it was yoursuggestion, how would you like me?"

Akihito's brain temporarily short circuited while he thought about just how this was going to work. "You naked for a start." Asami shot him one final smirk before sliding off the bed and removing his clothes with incredible efficiency. How the man could make the movements so smooth and effortless, Akihito would never know.

"And?" He was naked now, cock jutting proudly out, displaying just how much the very idea of what was to come was effecting him.

"Knees here, facing the wall." Akihito patted the space beside his head and then shimmied down the bed just a little to give Asami a bit more room.

"You sure you don't want me facing the other way so I can give you some more attention as well?"

"I've had enough of your attention thanks." His cheeks were just permanently burning now but he ignored it in favour of the excited thrill that was coiling through his gut. This would be the first time he would have Asami above him like this.

Asami crawled up the bed and planted one knee beside his cheek and swung the other leg over his chest and planted it down by the other cheek. He was sitting back, just hovering over his chest with his cock dangling right in front of his face. Akihito looked up the expanse of his rippling body and felt his breathing speed up. Two thick thighs framed his face with a view up over the flexing abs and right into molten eyes.

Holy shit that was hot.

Akihito brought his hand up and placed his palm across Asami's ass cheek. Turns out it was as hard and muscled as the rest of him. He realised with a start that while Asami was particularly fond of groping Akihito, he had never really returned the favour. He had slapped the man's ass once before and then promptly ran like hell to avoid retribution but this was a whole different ball game. He took the opportunity to squeeze a hand full and urge him forward slightly, more up onto his knees.

"You seem to be enjoying that." That baritone voice was thick with amusement.

"Yeah, well. Figured while I was here I may as well cop a feel." He squeezed again for good measure. "You're going to have to help me though, I've only got one hand. So you'll have to hold yourself for me."

Asami bent over, bracing one hand on the headboard and the other wrapped around his cock. Akihito licked his lips then opened his mouth in an invitation that his soulmate was quick to take. He used the hand on Asami's ass to urge him forward and the thick cock was soon forcing its way down his throat. Akihito had mostly gotten the hang of blow jobs and deep throating now and was pleased to be able to put his newly gained knowledge into this endeavour as well.

Licking and sucking and a little bit of choking due to the angle and Asami's breath was coming out in harsh pants. He could feel the muscles rippling and flexing under his hand and Akihito dragged his blunt nails down that tight ass, eliciting a low, deep moan in response. He grabbed another handful and pushed forward, sinking that thick cock further into his throat. It was like all he could smell, see and feel was Asami. He felt the man tense suddenly, his whole body going rigid before he came with a low groan. He backed off after Akihito slapped his ass, trying to get him to move so that he could breathe. The older man then sat back partially on his chest and reached around to Akihito's now leaking cock and stroked him to yet another quick and dirty climax.

They both stayed in place while they attempted to gain their breath, both eyeing the other.

"And just who's the pervert, kitten?"

"Oh, shut up."