Hello everyone! Sorry this one has been a long-time coming, however I just returned home from university today after finishing finals! Sorry it took a bit of a hiatus but school was keeping me pretty busy and I didn't want to give you guys a half finished uneventful chapter so I made you wait awhile, I hope you can forgive me. Thank you for reading and reviewing and I hope you all enjoy the new chapter! Also please read the endnotes!

Chapter 6

Akihito stood in the corner of the lavish and crowded lounge and fumbled with his camera, adjusting the already perfect settings in an attempt to occupy his hands and distract his racing heart and thoughts.

Asami had guided him into the event with his hand on the small of his back, that annoying smirk ever-present on his lips, before he had bent down and murmured in his ear that he was going to go mingle and informed Akihito to, "Be on his best behavior."

What was he, a fucking kid? Akihito ground his teeth in annoyance before lifting the camera to take a wide angle panorama of the lounge from the back. The quality was beautiful and Akihito couldn't help but smile at the gorgeous pictures he was capturing that night despite the event so far.

He had a few people attempt to "accidentally" be caught in the moments of his shots, others brazenly stepping into the line of the camera and even some coming directly to him and asking to be photographed. So far Akihito had deleted any pictures containing persons directly, remembering Asami's warning to focus on the environment and not individuals.

However, there was one individual in particular he couldn't seem to keep his camera off.

Asami stood in the center of the room, a glass of brandy in his hand as he spoke politely with members of an elite class Akihito was far below. A woman let out a raucous laugh as she grabbed at his forearm possessively, causing some of the brandy to spill from the glass and on to Asami's expensive suit and shoes.

Akihito smirked and clicked the shutter just as it happened, capturing the moment perfectly including the look of horror on the woman's face and the subtle disgust in Asami's eyes as he stared at his now tainted clothing. This one would be going into his personal file.

Asami left the small group, assuring the now mortified woman that it was alright, however Akihito continued to follow the scenes with his camera as Asami walked away and several seconds later Suoh arrived and escorted the woman away.

Chuckling to himself, Akihito lowered his camera and began rolling through the film once more as the party roared around him. He was several hours in and things showed no sign of slowing down which excited and worried the photographer. He had taken many beautiful shots but there wasn't much more to capture other than the events themselves, however Akihito did not enjoy the thought of standing around several more hours waiting for something to happen. Just as he was trying to decide if he should leave or try to find Asami, the man himself appeared behind Akihito and placed his hand on his shoulder, causing the smaller boy to jump in surprise as he whirled around to face the larger man, glaring when he saw who it was.

Asami let out a small laugh at his reaction before he spoke, his smooth baritone making Akihito shiver unconsciously, "Enjoying yourself this evening? You seem to be rather enthralled in your work. I'm sure the final prints will be wonderful."

Akihito continued to glare for a moment, annoyed at the infuriating smirk of the older man, before remembering he was working and needed to remain professional. Taking a small step back from the older man, Akihito put on a passive expression and tried to calm his erratic pulse before speaking, "I've taken quality shots of all your requested areas that I'm sure will meet your expectations. However, at this point there's not much more I can photograph other than the people mingling."
Asami continued to smirk at him as he spoke, causing the photographer's blood to boil as he tried to figure out what this guy's deal was. Before he could open his mouth again Asami took a step forward towards Akihito, "Oh really?" there was a slight chuckle and a pause at Akihito's flushed face as he took a step back and Asami another forward, "It seems as if you have something in particular you are trying to capture though, is that not correct?"

Akihito continued to step back, each time Asami instantly responding with a slightly larger one forward, until he felt his back hit the wall and the towering man was blocking his path. Akihito glanced over his shoulder and realized that the party was oblivious to the two of them and cursed mentally as he tried not to blush and show his nervousness around the older man, "I don't know what you're talking about. My photos are completely professional and focus strictly on the environment as instructed."

Asami made a "Tsk" before reaching forward and grabbing Akihito's camera from him with long, nimble fingers causing the photographer to glare and swipe his arms trying to grab it back from the larger man who held it just out of his reach.

"Hey that's my best camera, give that back I can't afford to replace it. Hey, wait, what are you doing? Quit going through my photos I have personal stuff on that thing!" The photographer was trying his best not to raise his voice but being trapped between the wall and the hulking man before him was making him hotter than he wanted and caused his pulse to elevate and his breathing to labor. The struggle to take back his camera was making the small blonde even more flustered as he scowled and cursed openly at Asami who was smirking as he casually went through the photos on Akihito's memory card.

Professionalism aside Akihito realized the dangerous territory he could be entering as he watched the man's expression before him as he looked through the photos, half of which were of him, making Akihito resort to whining as he desperately jumped in an attempt to get a grip on the camera.

It wasn't until Asami decided he was content with his exploration that he handed the camera back to Akihito, who snatched it from the man a bit too hastily as he shoved it safely into his camera bag and averted his eyes, trying desperately to look passive and professional but failing as guilt and embarrassment swept through him at being caught watching the older man.

Asami stepped impossibly closer to the flustered photographer before him and placed his hand on the wall next to the younger boy's head, smirking down at him as the blonde tried desperately to look anywhere but him, "If you wanted to get to know me better Akihito, all you have to do is ask. I'd be more than happy to spend some quality time with you getting to know one another very personally." Asami brought his face down closer to Akihito's, who in turn snapped his eyes to meet Asami's. There was a flash of confusion, arousal and sheer panic before the tidal waves of blue settled on the emotion Asami loved to see more than anything, fiery hate.

"In your dreams asshole!" Akihito punctuated his statement with an attempt to knee the older man in the stomach, however it was stopped by Asami who playfully shoved the leg away before stepping back and resuming his professional appearance despite the look in his eyes as they wandered over Akihito.

The golden gaze finally settled on Akihito's blue one and Akihito's thoughts began racing as he scanned for an escape from the ever-building pressure this man's presence was causing. As if sensing Akihito's intent to run the older man grabbed his wrist and began leading him from the crowded and loud lounge who was oblivious to their presence, much to Akihito's panic as he began trying to reason with the much stronger man when he realized no one had noticed them talking let alone their departure, "Uh aren't you supposed to be hosting? It's rather rude to leave your guests like that isn't it? Perhaps you should go back, I'm being paid to perform a job and-"

Asami silenced Akihito with a stare that had the blonde stopping in his tracks. The piercing golden gaze suffocated him with its overwhelming lust and hidden promise that confused and aroused Akihito.

He was unceremoniously pushed into an elevator before being pinned to the wall by Asami who began attacking his mouth with his own.

Akihito let out a gasp of surprise at the action leading the older man to slide his tongue into Akihito's mouth as he moved a hand to fist into his blonde locks, tugging on it in order to tilt his head and give him better access to wha he was seeking.

Akihito moaned at the sensation and grabbed at the front of Asami's suit, pulling desperately at the fabric as he tried halfheartedly to pull away from the onslaught of teeth and tongue as Asami bit his lower lip and sucked on it before he slid his other hand down the elevator wall and stopping when he was level with Akihito's hips, moving it to grab the full globes of Akihito's ass and dig his fingers into the skin through the soft material of his suit.

At the same moment the elevator doors opened and Asami picked up the now shocked and much more compliant Akihito, who in turn wrapped his legs around the older man's waist as he moved quickly down the hallway Akihito briefly recognized through his lust filled haze to lead to Asami's office.

It was only a few seconds before they reached the large oak doors and Akihito's back was quickly slammed up against them as Asami grinded his hips against Akihito's own, causing the younger boy to let out a loud cry at the friction as he grabbed at Asami's shoulders and neck for support. A strong arm came underneath him to support him as Asami used his other hand to push open the door, kicking it shut behind him as he carried the practically mewling blonde into the office, his face buried against the latter's neck as he covered it with licks and kisses and small bites causing the blonde to let out little sighs and gasps of pleasure that made Asami's blood rush to his cock.

Akihito dug his fingers into Asami's shoulders, wrinkling his expensive suit in the process as his head swam with emotions and his thoughts raced blindly through the fog filling his head. How did he end up here? Ten minutes prior he was ready to kick the older man and storm out of the event, never to return again. Now he was pushed up against his desk, moaning like a whore as Asami kneaded his ass with large hands and deft fingers and left marks along the length of his throat with searing hot lips.

As if he could read his mind, Asami pressed his lips against Akihito's now swollen ones in a searing kiss before murmuring softly against them, "I saw you watching me all night, the way your camera followed my every move and how your pupils dilated each time we made eye contact. You're incredibly obvious for someone whose passion requires stealth and tact."

Akihito tensed and could feel his blood boil at the statement. As if sensing the impending meltdown Akihito was about to experience, Asami quickly covered his lips with his own once more to silence the blonde's protests and reduce him once more to a lustful state of compliancy.

It wasn't until he felt the large hand palming his erect cock through his pants that Akihito came to his senses, his eyes shooting open wide at his obvious arousal now being fondled by a highly-amused and just as aroused Asami, evident from the large bulge he was sporting himself.

A sense of panic rising in his throat, Akihito began pushing desperately at the older man's chest as he realized his intentions. It was all happening too fast, too much all at once. The air suddenly became too thick to breathe and Akihito swore his vision was beginning to fade as the room swayed around him as he desperately tried to pull away from the larger man whose assault had now stopped as he watched the young blonde in confusion.

Akihito gave one more hard push against Asami before it went black once more.

Asami watched as the young blonde went limp and he swore he could hear his own heart beat as he looked on in confusion, holding the limp body against his chest.

It was maybe ten seconds before Akihito took a gasping breath and his eyes shot open wide. Asami jumped slightly in surprise and took a small step back to give the younger man room to breathe. As soon as he did the smaller body quickly pushed his way free from the strong grip Asami had him completely, surprising the older man as the blonde hurried out of his office and down the hallway.

Following after him, Asami noted that the boy had obviously taken the emergency staircase as the elevator was currently disabled at his orders. Pulling out his cell phone, Asami sent an order to have the boy followed and assure that he was safe wherever he arrived before he sat at his large desk, papers strewn across the floor in the dark and ran a hand through his already mussed hair trying to make sense of what had just occurred.

The two men watched the entrance to large, expensive club and sighed as they checked the clock. Their target had been scheduled to leave hours prior and they didn't understand where he could have gone. One was ready to suggest to the other that perhaps he had gone out a side or back door when the door opened and revealed the mop of blonde hair they had been expecting for hours.

"Go, follow him. Hurry up!" The one in the passenger seat angrily told the driver who began following at a distance with the lights off.

Takaba Akihito had not only killed their men but had also somehow gotten that bastard Asami Ryuichi on his side as well. The two men followed at a safe distance as their hearts beat rapidly in their chest. They were the two remaining survivors of Ogata's group, away on surveillance when the massacres began and had only returned to find their entire clan slaughtered.

Angered and hungry for revenge, the two plotted for weeks as to how they would get the blonde alone and torture him to restore the honor of their clan before trying to rebuild.

They couldn't understand the threat of the blonde, he was small and while potentially agile, hardly seemed the formidable opponent that could take down an entire group as powerful as theirs. However Ogata's records and files they had found were adamant that this boy was responsible and their boss was a smart man, one that would not mistake such a dangerous enemy. Therefore they were being careful to take precautions, however there were two of them and one of him and they knew that with the element of surprise he was not match no matter his skill.

As the blonde turned down a small side street the passenger signaled for the driver to follow, determining this would be where they would jump him, sedate him and then take him somewhere nice and quiet to make sure he suffered for the carnage he had caused.

As the car rolled to a stop the two men stealthily climbed out, the boy still seemed oblivious to their presence and the older man, obviously the senior of the two, pulled out a small syringe from his coat pocket, signaling the younger man to stay behind.

However, overcome by his lust for revenge and anger, the apparent rookie instead charged with all his force at the blonde's back, intending to knock him down with his speed and size.

For the seasoned member, time seemed to slow as he watched the blonde turn, faster than a whip, his bright blue eyes hard and cold as he brought his right leg up impossibly high, leading his foot to connect with the rookie's jaw with the same force of a train hitting a wall.

The rookie's body flew through the air like a rag doll and landed back at the feet of the older man who looked down at it with shock, unaware that he was now shaking in fear at the sight of the man laying before him.

The older man was tempted to drop to his knees, ensure his associates health, but he was too afraid to make a move and bring the wrath of the blonde down on himself. However it was a futile effort as he slowly looked up only to see a quickly moving blur reaching him within seconds and knocking him backwards, his lower back hitting the fender of the parker car and he heard something snap, letting out a low groan of pain as he slowly slumped to the ground.

The blonde moved closer, a much more normal pace now, as he practically seemed to tower over the man, his eyes were dark and cold, not lifeless, but almost inhuman, psychotic.

The blonde slowly crouched in front of him, bringing his face close to the older man's as he began to weep and mumble incoherently, his pride forgotten in his evident fear as the blonde moved his face downwards over the man's body, assessing him.

Suddenly a cruel smirk adorned the pair of full lips and a hand shot out to close around the now gasping man's throat, squeezing it hard enough to cut off his air supply but letting go each time so that the man would not pass out. Slowly as more pressure was added to his throat the man's voice box and larynx were crushed and he began to cough and spit up blood as he desperately tried to scratch the blonde's hand and arm to no avail.

The cold eyes never left his and the cruel smirk stayed in place as more pressure was added and he became more and more desperate to free himself.

Just as he was sure he was going to pass out the hand let go of his throat and the man desperately tried to wheeze as blood filled his lungs, the blonde watched in fascination for a few moments before uttering the first words he'd said since he began, "What a pity, the others lasted much longer than you. Although they didn't fight so hard to live, they took their deaths with pride for the most part. You, however, the way you scratch and pull and plead desperately like a dying animal attempting to chew at its own fatal wounds…how fascinating."

The blonde slowly moved from his position crouching as he stood and became on high alert when he heard voices nearby, the eyes of the slowly dying man trailed up to watch him as the blonde sighed in annoyance, the same way a child being called in for dinner while out playing would, before murmuring, "Tch. What a waste, I could have had so much fun watching you try to push your own organs back into your body. No matter, I'm sure Ogata's punishments when you reach hell for your failure and cowardice will suffice. I'll have to find a different playmate. Duty calls for now, but first."

Crouching once more, the blonde reached into the small bag he had almost forgotten he'd been carrying and pulled out a pocket knife and trailed it down the front of the man's shirt, popping the buttons as he slowly opened it before revealing the man's chest. Smirking in sadistic glee the blonde slowly pressed the blade of the pocketknife into the man's chest, who in turn desperately tried to scream despite his crushed throat as the blonde made quick work of his chest before he smiled once more, wiped the knife off on the man's pants and put it back in his bag securely before standing once more.

The blonde turned and began jogging down the alley as he heard what he could only presume to be Asami's men approaching. Distracted by the voices calling out for "Takaba-sama" and the wandering thoughts going back to the look of fear in the man's eyes as he slowly crushed his windpipe, the blonde managed to run into a low hanging outturned pole from a broken fire escape and fell hard on his back, a large bump already forming on his head as he breathed hard and stared up at the dark sky, his vision fading out and he groaned inwardly.

He supposed some things didn't change, no matter the circumstances, and let the blackness take over as the man lay dying against the car at the other end of the alley, watching him.

"Asami-sama."

"Report."

"We found him sir. He seems to be alright although he has a mild head injury and should be checked for a concussion. It seems to be self-inflicted. Takaba, ah, seemed to be running away from some men when he ran into a wayward bar of iron from a collapsed fire escape and knocked himself unconscious."

Asami's grip tightened on his phone as he slipped on his suit jacket and strode to the elevator, pressing the first floor button as Kirishima followed dutifully behind him. He had let Takaba out of his sight for no more than twenty minutes and he had been attacked, "The perpetrators?"

"Dead, sir." Suoh gulped as his voice wavered slightly.

Dead? Asami's eyes hardened, "And the killer?"

"Sir, this may be something you wish to investigate yourself. Takaba-sama is currently being transported to your personal physician as per your orders and we are currently in the process of keeping the scene from the public and police. However we are limited in our available time due to its public and high traffic location. It may be best for you to visit before sunrise and see for yourself."

Asami knew it must be bad if Suoh wanted him to come personally. Asami's mind briefly wandered to the assassin and wondered if he played a part in this. As if reading his mind, Suoh spoke once more, "He uh…left you a message this time."

Asami didn't need to hear anything else. Quickly hanging up Asami made his way to the garage with Kirishima and slid into the back of a sleek black BMW before ordering his right hand to take him to location of the incident, excitement bubbling in his chest and his eyes sparkling.

Lost in thought over the mysterious killer, Asami was unaware of the worried eyes of Kirishima watching him the rearview mirror.

When he arrived Asami immediately strode past his men to where he saw Suoh standing in front of a black unmarked vehicle, his expression grim as he watched the arrival of his boss.

Asami continued to walk confidently to Suoh's position but stopped when he rounded the car and saw the body leaning against it, head lolled backwards and mouth open wide in a silent scream. His teeth were stained with blood and his eyes were wide open and filled with fear, his throat had been crushed beyond repair and Asami realized he must have slowly choked on his own blood.

However it was the chest that Asami was captivated by. He sucked in a breath and his eyes widened in shock as he stared at the carved mess in the man's skin, a kanji of his own name and a heart, similar to the way one would carve the name of a crush into a tree.

Asami was revolted and mystified by the gesture and continued to stare before being shocked back into reality by Suoh, "We checked for a struggle. It seems he fought but the attacker was wearing long sleeves, all we got was some fabric but we're running DNA now. Other than that the man was meticulous. If it wasn't for, ahem, that," Suoh gestured towards the message, "I'm not sure we would have associated with him."

Asami continued to stare at the lifeless body in a new found fascination before slowly shaking his head and turning, talking to Suoh over his shoulder, "Have this cleaned up. The bodies should be examined for any possible DNA. Find out who they were working for and why they were targeting Takaba. After that have them disposed of and security around Takaba increased until we are sure he is not in danger. I want this taken care of by daybreak."

Asami couldn't stand there any longer, he was becoming too involved in this game with the killer and he realized it could become a potential threat to Takaba. Instead he ordered Kirishima to take him to the hospital to check on Akihito while Suoh dealt with the mess left behind. Asami stared out the window silently as the BMW twisted its way through the streets of Tokyo and he focused his thoughts on the blonde who was most likely now waking up and in a foul mood. Asami smirked to himself as he remembered the blonde blushing below him but it dropped as he got to the part when he had stormed out of the office.

They would need to talk. More so Asami needed to pin him down and fuck him senseless so that he couldn't run away again. The smirk returned to his lips as he thought of Akihito writhing below him and moaning, begging for Asami to fuck him harder and all thoughts of the killer vanished once more.

Akihito woke slowly and blinked as his eyes tried to adjust to the harsh fluorescent lighting. A curtain drew back and he turned his head to see a nurse making notes on a chart and he groaned with the realization he must be in the hospital.

Noticing he was awake the nurse smiled kindly at him before paging the doctor who walked in with Asami and Kirishima in tow.

Akihito frowned and glared at the golden-eyed man in annoyance, "What the hell are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at your event?"

Asami stood beside the bed and placed a hand on Akihito's head, feeling the large bump of swelling where he had hit it causing the blonde to hiss in pain before he spoke, "What do you remember Akihito?"

Continuing to glare but not in the mood to argue, Akihito spoke reluctantly, "I was at the event, taking pictures. You stopped and spoke with me and then we….we went up to your office…" A blush spread across the boy's cheek as he remembered the rough manhandling Asami had subjected him to and his reactions to it, "That's it though. How did I end up here?"

"You don't remember pushing me away and storming out?" Asami asked, his eyes hardening slightly before they softened once more as he gaze rested on the blonde.

"No, not really. I remember I got upset and started to panic. I uh…I have a disorder that causes me to black out sometimes when I get in extreme situations of stress and I could feel one coming on. That's the last thing I remember before waking up here. God, this is so embarrassing!" The blonde groaned as he threw an arm over his eyes an attempt to shield himself from all the eyes on him, "I don't tell people about it because it doesn't happen often. I must have stormed out in a panic when I blacked out, it's like I get to my natural instincts and my fight or flight instincts kicked in and I ran for it because I felt so…stressed and overwhelmed, I guess. I don't know what's happening during those times and I can never remember it either."

Asami let out a small noise of acknowledgement before turning to speak with the doctor out of Akihito's earshot.

A few minutes later Asami returned and helped the blonde out of bed, "You have a concussion. The doctor says you need to be monitored so I'm bringing you back to my penthouse to make sure you're alright," Watching Akihito begin to protest out of the corner of his eye, Asami cut him off, "He warned me not to get you worked up or stressed as he's not sure what this blacking out can do to you in your current state. Do not fight me on this."

Akihito glared but decided to comply, knowing that concussions needed to be monitored and knowing he couldn't asked Kou or Takato to come sit with him when they had their own lives he decided to take the man up.

"Fine. But I need my equipment from my apartment so that I can edit the photos from your event and- wait where are my cameras!?"

Akihito suddenly spun around and looked desperately in the hallway in which they were standing before a large hand on his shoulder got his attention, "Kirishima has them and will take them to the penthouse. I will have him go collect some of your personal items as well."

Akihito visibly relaxed as his shoulders slumped and let Asami lead him out to the awaiting limo before sliding into the backseat.

It wasn't a few moments before he was out cold in a deep, but normal, sleep and Asami watched him closely as he moved the boy into a more comfortable position, resting his head in his lap as he absentmindedly stroked his cheek.

Asami closed his eyes as the whirlwind of events from the night tried to make sense in his overloaded mind. Whatever the cause, however, he resolved that the protection of Takaba was going to become his top priority. He had thought that tasting the boy tonight would satisfy his urges for him yet it only strengthened them and made him want to hold him closer, chain him to his side and never let him go.

Akihito was a free spirit though and would never willingly chain himself to Asami. Luckily for him, Asami had an advantage at having a reason to keep the blonde locked in his penthouse with him for the time being. Perhaps by then he would be able to convince the blonde to stick around.

Smirking to himself as he thought of all his methods of conviction he couldn't wait to test out on the blonde, after all his dramatic reaction to the small preview he'd received earlier that night proved he was more than receptive to Asami's advanced and intentions, even if it had caused the blonde to black out and run away.

Asami resolved that he would just have to tie the blonde up instead next time and smirked to himself as he thought of it, the heavy weight of the attack in the back of his mind in favor of more pleasurable thoughts.

Below him, Asami didn't notice the blue eyes staring straight ahead full of cold ice as they felt the large, warm hand stroke his face. The blonde smirked at the affection as he continued to lay still, knowing the older man was too lost in his thoughts to notice he was awake, however his eyes remained emotionless despite the affection he was receiving.

However he couldn't understand why he was awake. After all he wasn't in any danger, no, it must have been something to do with the aching throb at his temple and he decided to close his eyes and relish in the feel of the hand stroking his cheek, his hair, and ignore the fact that he should not be there.

After all, everyone should be allowed to indulge every once in a while.

Instead the blonde took the initiative to nuzzle against the hand and closed his eyes, knowing his movements were subtle enough to imply he was still asleep. He could feel the warm golden gaze on him, full of love even if the man holding it was unaware of it himself.

It was alright, he would know soon enough. Inhaling the scent of the cologne on the dress pants he had his face pressed lovingly against, the blonde let his mind wander to his own pleasurable thoughts as he enjoyed his brief freedom before he felt the darkness starting to swallow him once more.

Okay so I hope everyone is enjoying the story. I'm not sure how long I want to drag this out, I feel like I need to be careful in the way that I progress from this point forward so I may not be lighting quick on the updates but I promise they will continue to come.

On another note, I have another story plot that I want desperately to work on (don't worry I will wait until this one is complete before starting it) but I'm trying to see if there's much of a fanbase for AU's with Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics or not so if you have an opinion on the matter let me know. I hope you enjoyed and thank you for reading, see you next time!