Chapter 7

When Akihito woke he was on the most sinfully comfortable bed he could ever imagine – and he had no intention of leaving it. However the pressure on his bladder was becoming more and more apparent as the haze of sleep wore off and he slowly blinked open his eyes to stare at an unfamiliar tray ceiling surrounded with a very ornate molding and wondered where the hell he was and whose bed he was sleeping in.

As he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, the throbbing pain in Akihito's head made the previous night's events come flying through like a tornado and he snapped to attention, now fully awake as he looked around to see if he was alone.

Tentatively standing he tested his weight and tried to determine if he would make it to a restroom as the pressure on his bladder came back with a vengeance just as the door to the room swung open. Kirishima walked in carrying a tray with toast and a tall glass of water and quickly set it down as he saw the blonde attempting to shuffle from the bed and ran to his side, grabbing his arm gingerly and supporting the smaller boy, "Takaba-sama, please, you have a very severe concussion and should not be getting out of bed on your own."

Akihito groaned and rolled his eyes in annoyance and would have pulled away if he wasn't sure he'd fall over and pee himself in the process, "I really need to use the restroom. Like, uh, now. Can you at least help me to the door? I can take care of the rest myself."

Kirishima led him to a door off to the side of what he could only presume was Asami's personal bedroom, based off the impeccable décor and sterile feeling, and opened it revealing a lavish western-style restroom causing Akihito's jaw to drop. Kirishima closed the door to give Akihito his privacy as he clung to the countertop to support himself, telling himself to be distracted by the elegant bathroom later and to focus at the task at hand first.

After relieving himself Akihito let out a sigh of relief and made his way back to the large marble topped counter to wash his hands, leaning against the surface with his hips as he looked up to stare at himself in the mirror, jolted by the large swollen knot on the front of his head and the purple and blue bruising that marred its way halfway down his face. Shaking his hands dry he lifted one shakily to trace the bruise and hissed in pain.

Making his way shakily back to the door Akihito turned the knob and was met by Kirishima who dutifully helped him back to the large, larger than he initially realized, bed before placing the tray on the bedside table, "Takaba-sama, Asami-sama had to attend to matters at one of his clubs but should be back by this evening. In the meantime please get some rest and eat something," he gestured to the toast, "there will be a guard posted outside your door until Asami-sama returns. If you need something call out and someone will be there. And please, try not to get out of bed on your own again," Kirishima bowed and swiftly exited the room before Akihito could even process what he had said let alone reply.

Shaking his head Akihito decided he was rather tired still and glanced at the toast and wrinkled his nose, deciding he'd much rather sleep than even attempt to eat right now. Closing his eyes he snuggled back into the soft and extremely warm bed and let sleep overcome him.

Asami was angry that he had been called away from Takaba to deal with the matter at hand, however it was not something he could afford to put off. His shipment of firearms appeared to have been tampered with upon arrival and now he was in the process of interrogating the man that had been caught.

Swirling the glass of whiskey in his hand, Asami stared down the man who was tied to a chair in front of him and took a sip before asking, "Who were you planning on selling those firearms too?"

The man spit in reply and glared at Asami, causing him to smirk, and Suoh stepped forward and swung the metal baseball bat towards the man' face. The sickening crunch of cracking bone echoed through the warehouse as the bat connected with the man's face. Asami waited a few moments before asking again, however he continued to receive silence. He was ready to signal Suoh again when his phone rang and he held up a hand for Suoh to stop before pulling the phone from his jacket and glancing at Kirishima's name flashing across the screen.

Sliding the answer button, Asami pressed the phone to his ear, "Asami."

"Sir, Takaba-sama woke up. He used the restroom and then returned to bed without eating or drinking. He is currently asleep again however his swelling is not decreasing and his sleep seems disturbed."

Asami's eyes hardened, "Keep an eye on him and call my personal physician to come in and check on him. I'll be finished here soon and return immediately."

Asami hung the phone up before Kirishima could reply and slid it back into his jacket before standing back up. Realizing he needed to speed this process up, Asami set his glass down before stepping towards to the bloody man and grabbing his hand while Suoh came from behind and held his head still, forcing him to stare into Asami's eyes, "Who were you planning to sell the firearms to?"

When he didn't receive a reply Asami broke three of the man's fingers in rapid succession without blinking, causing the man to scream in pain, "I suggest you tell me and soon. My patience is wearing thin."

The man responded with another hateful glare to which Asami smirked. He hadn't had a good fight during a torture in a long time and he desperately wanted to indulge, however he knew he needed to return to Akihito soon and tried his hardest to settle his rising bloodlust.

Instead of asking again, Asami continued breaking the rest of the man's fingers individually, not breaking eye contact with him as he did, his lips twisted in a cruel smirk before he held his hand out and one of his employees stepped forward, placing a large hunting knife in his hand before stepping back.

Asami pressed the blade against the man's cheek and slowly moved it downwards, causing a small trail of blood to follow in its wake before speaking again, "Unless you would like for me to begin slicing off your body parts starting with your hands you will tell me who you were planning to sell to."

Thirty minutes later the man was minus an ear, seven fingers and half of his foot when Asami lifted the barrel of his gun and fired, killing him instantly with a shot between the eyes before holstering his weapon. It had taken longer than he would have liked but he now knew that it was nothing more than some small time gang that had been showing up on his territory lately.

They were small and insignificant enough that Asami had not deemed them worthy of his primary attention, however now it seemed a lesson was in order and Asami ordered Suoh to begin rounding them up after taking care of the mess left in his warehouse.

When Asami returned home he set down his keys on the small table in the entryway and toed off his shoes before making his way to his bedroom. He had already dismissed the guard for the night and he opened his door to see a sleeping Takaba sprawled across his bed and couldn't help but smirk at the sight.

It was something he could get used to coming home to, and he made his way over to the edge of the bed and sat down gently, trying not to wake the sleeping Akihito.

Kirishima had sent him a comprehensive report from the physician who had come over earlier that evening and it had detailed that Akihito's swelling and severe symptoms were a result of a pre-existing condition. Asami was desperate to know what exactly Akihito was suffering from but restrained himself from waking the boy, knowing the doctor's advice was to let him have as much rest as possible.

Instead, Asami brushed a stray lock of hair from the boy's face before getting up and stripping as he made his way to the bathroom, stepping into his large glass shower. He braced his hands on the tiled wall as he let the hot water beat on his skin and wash away the day's actions and closed his eyes, letting his mind wander to the beautiful blonde currently sleeping in his bed.

The beautiful blonde with the creamiest skin he had ever seen, touched, caressed. With pouting, full lips and eyes full of intense fire that matched that of Asami's. Asami shook his head slowly as his skin became flushed from more than just the hot water and his mind fogged as his body stirred, imaging the blonde writhing beneath him the same way he had when he'd been pinned to his desk.

Only this time the blonde was naked and Asami wouldn't be letting him get away.

Deciding the get out before things got out of hand Asami quickly washed himself as his temperature slowly decreased and his control returned. By the time he was finished he was wrapped in a towel, his hair damp and clinging above his eyes, and he made his way out to the bedroom to see Akihito's still sleeping form sprawled in the opposite direction he had last seen.

Smirking, Asami dropped the towel and made his way over to the bed, lifting the covers and crawling in until he was pressed flush against Akihito where he wrapped his arms around the boy tightly and held his back to his chest. Asami dipped his head to bury his nose in the blonde locks that smelled faintly of rain and honey and closed his eyes, letting himself drift to sleep as he enjoyed the peaceful moment, not knowing what the next day would bring.

Akihito woke slowly and snuggled into the warmth enveloping him, the haze of sleep still clouding his mind and preventing him from opening his eyes.

How early was it anyways? He could feel the sun peeking through curtains and warming his already on fire skin and it took all of his will to blink open his eyes and face the harsh reality of wakefulness.

When he did Akihito was met with a wall of tanned muscle and he instantly snapped his head up to see the sleeping face of Asami above his own and felt his heart race and his chest tighten in panic. Pushing desperately at the brick wall in front of him Akihito tried to free himself from the grasp that only seemed to tighten with his struggle. He felt his panic rising and began to breathe heavily as he squeezed his eyes shut and willed himself to calm down.

Suddenly a large hand cupped his face and warm lips were pressed against his throbbing temple whispering soothing words, telling him to calm down and go back to sleep as he continued to struggle. The hand at his cheek rubbed soothing circles with its thumb and Akihito blinked open his eyes and realized tears were flowing freely as he tried to settle his racing heart, his hands shaking as he clutched desperately at muscled biceps, and he looked up to meet the intense golden gaze of Asami and he suddenly felt much calmer.

Akihito's breathing slowed steadily and in a matter of minutes his apparent panic attack seemed to be subsiding and he slowly fell back into an uneasy sleep, exhausted from the attack and Asami felt himself holding the boy that much closer as he remember the terror in those blue eyes.

When Akihito woke again several hours later he was alone in the bed and he felt relief at not having to face Asami immediately. He was embarrassed after his episode that morning, not to mention the incident in Asami's office the other night, and he felt blush creeping up his neck to his cheeks.

Testing his weight as had done previously, Akihito stood slowly and was relieved to feel that he was strong enough to support himself and walk on his own. However he was suddenly freezing standing there in only a thin t-shirt and sleep pants and he turned to grab the large comforter from the bed and wrapped it around his shivering frame as he headed to the door that he could only assume led out of the room.

Cracking it open slowly, he peeked around the opening to see no one around but a light on in a room on the other side of the apartment. Stepping out of the room carefully he made his way over to the light and stopped outside of the door and listened, he could hear Asami speaking softly on the phone but was unsure of what he was saying. He instead opted to wait until the phone call ended before he knocked softly and pushed the door open to reveal a large office, similar in style to the one at Sion, with Asami sitting behind the desk in a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a few buttons undone.

Akihito couldn't help but admire how handsome the older man was and tried not to stare as his eyes met Asami's.

Asami was in the middle of paperwork when his phone beeped, signaling an incoming call from Suoh which he swiftly answered, "Asami."

"Asami-sama, we found the leader of the gang and are holding him at warehouse four, what are your orders?"

Asami smirked before telling Suoh to cut the man into as many pieces as he had members and send each one a part of him.

Hanging up the phone, he was ready to return to his paperwork when he heard a soft knock at the door and a blonde head poke around it, followed by a lithe body covered in a large comforter.

Asami had to stop himself from smirking at the sight of the flushed boy, wrapped in his blankets and smelling of him as he made his way into the office, pretending that he was not staring at Asami before locking eyes.

"Akihito, how are you feeling?" Asami gestured for Akihito to sit in a large oversized chair he had brought into his office in case the boy had awoken while he was working and sat back, letting the boy get comfortable as he wrapped the blanket tighter around himself.

"Ah…I'm…I'm okay for the most part, my head is still throbbing but the swelling seems to be going down and even the bruising doesn't seem so bad anymore." The boy shifted awkwardly as he looked away and a blush formed on his cheeks, telling Asami he was still embarrassed after this morning and the night in his office.

Asami watched the boy for a few moments and decided to broach a different subject, hoping it would bring answers to his other questions that he knew Akihito was not yet ready for, "I spoke with your doctor. I had him come back for a secondary examination after your swelling didn't seem to be improving. He informed me that you have an underlying medical condition that was heavily impacted by your concussion and caused your symptoms severity to increase tremendously. I was hoping you'd like to tell me about it."

"Oh, that," the blush returned and Asami knew that this condition must have something to do with Akihito's strong reactions and impulsive need to run when he felt confined. Asami sat back and let the blonde mull in his own thoughts for a few moments, opting to let him speak in his own time as he waited patiently.

"You see, it's not really a specific condition. It's more so…a weird thing I've just always dealt with since I can remember," Akihito looked up to see patient gold eyes and felt a slight boost of confidence as Asami listened, "The first time it happened I was at a friend's house. I don't remember quite how old I was, but it couldn't have been older than thirteen or fourteen as it was after my mother had passed away."

Asami noted the flinch the boy gave at the mention of his mother and sad inflection of his voice as it caught in his throat before he cleared it and continued speaking, "We had stayed up practically the whole night watching a bunch of horror movies before we passed out in the living room sprawled on the couch and floor. When I woke up though I was straddling my friend's hips and I had my hands around his throat." Akihito let out a small laugh at the memory of his own shocked expression mimicking that of Kou's who was equally shocked and terrified.

"I immediately freaked out and asked what was happening. He really didn't know either but I guess I had woken up at some point, or rather, I never really went to sleep I guess…anyways I had tried to choke him in his sleep. We kind of just laughed it off and blamed it on the horror movies and violence we had been watching all day. However as I got older I started randomly falling asleep, at least that's what I thought it was, and I'd wake up anywhere from a few minutes to an entire day later with no memory of what had happened to me. I went to the doctor and they told me it was some sort of trigger in my brain, they're not really sure what caused it for sure, but basically when I get in high stress situations or whenever I start to panic and my emotions feel out of control my brain just sort of…opts out and I black out for an indiscernible amount of time. The scary part is I'm actually awake and functioning during these times but I have no recollection and no control over what happens. Sometimes I just sit around my apartment, other times I go outside…"

Akihito begin trailing off as he felt he was beginning to ramble. He looked up expecting to see disgust or disbelief in Asami's eyes but instead was met with a reassuring golden gaze.

"Have you ever spoken to anyone regarding this? Other than a medical physician, I mean."

Akihito's eyes flashed with something that seemed like fear and he quickly shook his head, "No, no. I don't need to see a shrink or anything. I'm completely mentally sound I just have a weird medical condition is all."

Asami took note of the fear in Akihito's eyes and decided not to press the matter further. He was satisfied with the information he had received so far and finally understood why Akihito had ran from his office and the way he had reacted when he woke up that morning. Noting that the boy seemed stressed enough from the talk they had already had, Asami decided to distract him with the one thing he knew Akihito couldn't resist.

"You haven't eaten for a while. How about you go grab a shower and I'll order some sushi. After you eat, if you're up for it, I'll set you up with some software and you can work on the photos from Sion's lounge opening. After all, you still have to complete the job to receive payment." Asami smirked and a small blush came over Akihito who, in response, cursed at the older man, calling him a "perverted bastard" and stomping away to the bedroom with the blanket still wrapped tightly around him.

Asami couldn't help but let out a small chuckle as he texted Kirishima to order an insane amount of sushi and have it brought to the penthouse before he went back to his paperwork, hoping to finish it before the fiery blonde finished his shower.

Later that afternoon Akihito was sitting comfortably, much more so than he'd like to admit, on Asami's large plush white couch as he stuffed himself full of expensive sushi. He had been hungrier than he initially realized as he downed his fifth plate and sat back when he finished, rubbing his stomach in appreciation at his finally satiated hunger.

Asami on the other hand was sitting in a high-backed armchair, nursing a glass of brandy and hadn't touched any of the food. Instead he had been watching Akihito's antics with amusement and he enjoyed the glow that was beginning to radiate off the boy's skin as he ate, looking full and much healthier than before.

Akihito's eyes sparkled as he laughed, making small talk with the older man had been much easier than he initially thought and he was pleasantly surprised to find his company comforting and welcoming rather than intrusive and conversation had flowed much easier than he had expected.

Hours had passed and before he knew it Akihito had felt himself dozing on the couch. At some point earlier Asami had moved to the couch and had an arm draped around the sleepy blonde, they had been watching some comedy special on television, however they had hardly focused on it as Asami's mind wandered to the emotional fragility the blonde had shown him earlier that day and he vowed to set the boy up with a psychologist the next day.

Something was obviously bothering him on an emotional level however it seemed as if Akihito was repressing whatever it was that had disturbed him so deeply and Asami was determined to get to the bottom of it so that Akihito could heal properly.

The blonde himself was lost in his own thought as he leaned against Asami's chest, resting his head on it as he drifted in and out of consciousness. He was shocked by his sudden willingness to cozy up to Asami and couldn't understand why he felt so comfortable around the older man. It scared him to let himself become so vulnerable to a man he felt he hardly knew, yet it felt right with Asami. When he had opened up earlier that afternoon he had shocked himself, the words tumbling out of his mouth before he knew what was happening, he hadn't told him everything, of course, but it had been enough to shock the hell out of him.

Yet he didn't feel scared or worried that Asami would use it to his advantage. Instead he felt safe as he felt muscular arms envelop him before cradling him against a large, muscled chest, after which he was carried into Asami's bedroom and laid out on the bed.

Eyes half-closed, Akihito looked up at Asami through heavily lidded eyes and felt at peace, knowing that while he was with the older man he would be safe and therefore he could let his guard down. He felt that intense golden gaze burning down at him before he blinked once, twice, and slowly drifted to sleep, completely content with the outcome of the day.

Asami stared down at the boy sleeping peacefully and couldn't help but smile at the contented look on his face as his eyes fluttered closed. Enjoying the sight for a few more moments, Asami let the blonde's breathing even out to ensure he was truly asleep before he stripped the boy down to his boxers, stripping himself afterwards, and climbing under the covers of his bed and pulling the boy close against him.

Asami was not one to let many people into his personal life and to let this boy sleep in his own bed, live in his home, without even having a gun nearby made Asami question just what exactly his feelings for the blonde were. As he closed his eyes and pulled the boy even closer, nuzzling his head in the blonde locks, Asami vowed that he would find out everything he could about the boy and ensure the fire that had attracted him in the first place never went out.

It was dark when woke up. The heavy curtains were drawn and he felt suffocated as he tried to breathe, opening his eyes he was met with tanned muscles and his eyes widened but did not change expression.

He was awake. Why was he awake? The boy was happy, happier than he had been in a long time, so why was he awake.

Not that he was complaining, of course. He was quite content with the view and he sighed as he enjoyed the feel strong muscles enveloping him in warmth. This was what he had wanted more than anything. He was too stupid to admit it, of course, but he knew. And he would take advantage of this time he had.

Of course it still perplexed him as to why he was awake and he began to wonder if this had anything to do with the head injury he had sustained.

Sighing, he was unable to find comfort in the warmth surrounding him as he thought of that day. The boy was stupid, he had said too much and he was sure that Asami could see it, his sharp eyes never missed a thing. And while he desperately wanted those sharp eyes on him he knew it wasn't time. Too early.

Worry began to creep into his gut, an unfamiliar feeling, and his curiosity got the better of him as he slowly untangled himself from the larger body surrounding him, being extremely careful to not wake the older man, and determined himself to search the man's office and see if he had made any note of acknowledgement.

He couldn't enjoy and indulge in the man's embrace with the worry creeping on his skin and he stepped lightly through the apartment, his footsteps not making a sound as he made his way to the home office.

The door was thankfully unlocked and he opted to not turn on the light, instead using the moonlight shining through the large expanse of windows to search instead. He looked through every drawer and picked through the stack of papers on the desk, a cold smirk on his lips as he read about Asami's extracurricular activities.

He was about to leave when he spotted it, a small shine of light reflecting off the flat metal surface tucked under file he had not yet investigated.

Long fingers reached forward to stroke the small object before he picked it up and brought it up to the light, a scowl on his beautiful face as he saw the boy's beloved keychain. He knew it had been missing but figured the scatterbrain must have dropped it while out on one of his suicide missions. It seemed Asami had found it though and that couldn't be good news for him.

Setting the keychain back down he picked up the file and began flipping through it, his eyes getting softer as he realized it was a file on him. All his hard work was being documented and cherished by Asami and it made his chest fill with warmth.

His messages were being received and Asami was obviously receptive to his proposed game. Of course, there was the problem of the boy, but that could be easily solved. However as he got to the end of the file he found handwritten notes in Asami's elegant cursive that made his blood run cold and his eyes harden, they detailed his concern for the boy's safety, believing him to be a potential target of his. The notes detailed heightened security of the boy and indicated the strong feelings the man was obviously harboring for him, whether he realized it or not.

Setting the file back down he trailed his fingers across the desk and inhaled the scent of Asami that overpowered anything else in the room. His fingers traced over the glass left there from an earlier glass of whiskey and he lifted it, bringing it to his lips to drink as he imagined his own lips on Asami's imagining what they would taste like.

He set the glass back down closed his eyes, letting the aura of Asami that was left behind envelop him as he made a vow to himself to get the man's undivided attention. This would not do and he was going to have to change things up if he wanted it to work out.

When he opened his eyes he saw a pair of golden ones staring back at him from the door way, a large silhouette barely visible from the moonlight and their eyes locked.

He smirked, his eyes still cold and dead but hard, betraying the smile on his lips as he stared the older man down. Before he could say anything he made his way over to the older man and grabbed his chin, planting a hard, open mouthed kiss on the older man before he could even react.

The boy was too scared to do this but he wasn't, he wasn't afraid to give Asami what he wanted, and when he pulled away moments later with a coy smirk he made it very clear to the older man just what he was willing to give.

Asami awoke to an empty bed and his eyes shot open as he realized it was still the middle of the night, and Akihito was gone. Climbing out of bed, he pulled on his robe before walking out of the room and see his office door open.

Making his way across the living room, Asami stopped in the doorway as he watched Akihito stare with longing at his desk, his fingers traced the patterns of the wood grain before he grabbed Asami's forgotten whiskey glass and lifted it to his lips.

Asami was mesmerized by the way Akihito was moving. So fluidly and gracefully, nothing like the clumsy, embarrassed Akihito he was used to. As he watched the boy set the glass down, his eyes closed, Asami couldn't help but shake the feeling something wasn't quite right.

His assumption was confirmed when the boy's eyes opened and he saw nothing in them.

They were cold and empty, even when he saw the boy smirk the smile didn't reach his eyes and it disturbed Asami to an extent.

However before he could react or call out Akihito had made his way over to him quickly, faster than he thought possible, and had crushed their mouths together kissing him breathless as nipped at his lips and swirled their tongues together.

Before he knew it Akihito had pulled away and given him another smirk, one that didn't reach his eyes again but that touched Asami in places that had him frozen as he watched the blonde saunter across the living room and back into the bedroom.

As Asami slowly came to grips with what had just happened he had completely forgotten about the blonde being in his office and instead followed him back to the room, the promise in those eyes had caused lust to take over completely as he followed the blonde into the bedroom.

A.N. I seem to be having trouble writing for this story lately due to the fact that I've become extremely lazy while on break from university and that I get myself so excited over the millions of other ideas I want to write about that I want desperately to play with the new shiny stories. However I am determined to finish this story before I start anything else and to provide you all with quality updates. So sorry if they seem far apart but I want to give you all quality writing and not something I think up at 3 a.m. in an attempt to finish this and move on to the next thing, which is the last thing I really want to do as I love this story.

Anyways, I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter! I think you can guess what's probably gonna happen next but I'll just go ahead and leave that up to your imaginations until the next update. Until next time! Thanks for reading!