Hello! :D
First off I'd like to thank Freddy Mercury for his support - I have been singing 'dun, dun, dun, another one bites the dust…!' All freaking day long to get this DONE!
Sorry for the delay, have been super freaking busy - thanks SO much for all the reviews and for reading, faving and following.
Sorry for any mistakes - warnings definitely apply for this chapter :( characters belong to her madge Yamane-sensei.
Warnings: Swearing, Yaoi (AsamixOC, AkihitoxKirishima!) :D Drug stuff like OD'ing so is a little graphic…..
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He's flying, floating. The candy given to him by the people who call themselves 'Kirishima' and 'Suoh' is his new favourites by far. Those little pink pills. They keep the bad feelings away they take him to that place where he loves to be, surrounded by comforting golden warmth. Strong arms around him, an affectionate rumbling voice tickling his ear. It's not like all those other times when he dreams about, those times when someone had held him while he was fighting, kicking, screaming and scratching until they swore, beat him into unconsciousness or pumped him full of yet more drugs. Taunting him with cruel words and bruising hands.
This isn't like that at all.
He want's to recall this person endlessly, wants so badly to wish him into existence and himself into this mans arms. Those large, gentle hands that hold him so strongly, like they never, ever want to let him go. Go. Go?
That's right! He needs to go! Sion, Asami. He needs to get back to Sion and to Asami!
The boy wakes with a start on Kirishima's sofa, where the soft click of the front door and subsequent locks sliding into place can be heard before the bespectacled man reappears once more with some sort of office file in hand, setting it down on the coffee table next to the paper bag holding the last of the drugs and turning to go and pour the boy a drink in the kitchen. Returning soon after though and placing those on the table also, on two lacquered coasters. Taking a seat on a nearby chair.
"You're awake, good. Please feel free to drink that coffee, I'm going to ask you some questions..."
So the boy slowly sits up on the couch, his head already starting to throb with the come down, already itching for another one or two, or more, pills. Anything to make this nausea and ache go away, this feeling of constant, maddening itching under every inch of his skin that makes him want to tear into it but instead the boy gingerly reaches for the sweetened milky coffee, trembling hands bringing it to his lips to take the tiniest of sips as Kirishima holds up a photo, squinting at the figure and back at the picture of a young, smiling Takaba Akihito.
"Hmm, we'll have to have your hair fixed also…"
The guard continues mumbling to himself as he journeys on through the file holding all known information on his employers awol lover, already planning to add a visit to the hair salon into their day. Kirishima is already taking the boy to a clinic out of town in just a few moments having finally found a doctor not connected to Asami in anyway shape or form, that he's found yet at least. He checks his watch, noting that it's almost time to go so maybe the questions can wait for now - after all, surely when he's had all of his guests physical and blood tests completed he should have conclusive proof that this is Takaba. The hair being perhaps the very icing on the cake.
He spooks the kid as he stands suddenly, tucking the folder under an arm and pocketing the pills before holding out a hand towards the door - an indication that it's time to go, but not to Sion like the boy expects. That expectation alone though having him hastily setting down his mug and preceding Kirishima out of the apartment.
They drive in silence, the young drug addicts limbs jittering and hands clenching on the large jogging bottoms he's dressed in, his eyes darting back and forth along the road and sidewalk, looking for the familiar red brick building that stands out amongst all the others, his haven. Sion. He keeps that up for the whole fifty five minute drive, even as the car pulls up to a tiny off white building, dwarfed by the tower blocks beside it and with an off kilter sign above the door reading Hashiyama Clinic. The engine stops and Kirishima un clicks his safety belt, turning to his passenger only to find his eyes on him, wide and accusing. Those large, familiar Hazel eyes.
"W-where are we? Where's Sion, I need to go to Sion! Why -!"
He's softly hushed into silence, his mouth pulling down with distress and his knuckles white as they clench the jogging pants harder in his hands. Breathing growing erratic at the thought of having to search and find Sion, Asami - all over again. It took so long the last time, forever - he doesn't know if he can do it again.
"I'll take you to Sion soon, first though we need to go in here, and…" He sighs, wondering how to make the kid cooperate without really divulging just what's going to happen to him in just a few moments. He settles on bribery instead.
"...If you're good I'll give you more of those pills you like. So behave."
Well. That manages to get the boy's attention, the need to control his tremors, this itching and the voices in his head more urgent than his need to go to Sion, because how can he find Sion if he can't even think straight? And 'Kirishima' did say he'd take him there...That pretty much settles it and he doesn't even question himself as to why the pills he accepts and takes now make him sleepy, why they have the opposite effect on him compared to the others so he just nods eagerly, wiping his drooling mouth with a shaky hand and nodding until Kirishima is satisfied. finally getting out of the car to enter the clinic.
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Asami sets down his drink on the bar top, his own bar top to be precise as he's currently situated within the main saloon in Sion, back to the old routine of casually perusing the flocks of young men and women, seeing if any at all are suitable to be his fuck-toy for the night, nothing more though. Never anything more.
His eyes lower once again to his glass, about to raise it to his cold lips but before he even gets a chance a tanned, slender hand comes to rest upon his own. Masculine yet soft. A silkily seductive voice whispers close to his ear.
"Hey, you look lonely. Want some company tonight?"
The club owner turns his head ever so and out of the corner of his eye the intruders face becomes clearer, bright white teeth, midnight blue hair and dark, sharp eyes. Asami's initial gut reaction that the boy is cunning, charming, beautiful yes - but lacking still. All of them, always lacking.
"I'm not lonely, but alone. Two different things entirely."
As he turns to remove the offending hand and take another nonchalant sip of whisky and soda water the boy rolls his eyes, changing tack and leaning on the high bar top so he can get a better look at the face belonging to the body he's been lusting over all night. It's his other hand now, his left and the one closest to Asami that inches across, down to caress the mans thigh, a bold move yes but nothing he hasn't done before. He's brought down bigger fish than Asami Ryuichi after all.
He whispers again, this time as he squeezes the hard muscle under his hand, ignoring completely that the golden eyes he wants to drive to lust just look bored, vacant.
"Listen, it took me a lot to come over here. Can't we go somewhere quieter and get to know each other y'know, over a few drinks?"
Asami all but snorts in amusement as he takes in the stubborn cast to the young mans features, the slight furrow to those dark, waxed to perfection eyebrows, glinting eyes and pouting lips. A stubbornness there that reminds him of someone, again. He pauses and against his better judgement, against the part of him that urges him not to he runs a thumb over that pink, plump bottom lip, the boy letting out a trembling breath and opening his mouth in invitation. Asami decides he may as well after all.
"How old are you kid?"
"Tw…" He swallows, trying again as Asami takes his hand away. His hand still on the mans thigh though, and smoothly travelling up that leg some more. "Twenty three…"
That's the same age as-
"Name?"
"K-Kaede…"
"I see, come then. Kaede."
Suoh watches from the sidelines as Asami downs the rest of his drink and bids for the boy to follow him towards where the loyal guard stands waiting, the pair passing Suoh completely before he tuts quietly and joins them, leaving the club to travel to yet another hotel, to yet another grand suite where his employer will have yet another fling. Trying to forget. He can almost read the mans mind, especially after the conversation they had off hand this afternoon and not twenty minutes after Suoh had delivered the file, the conversation about the possibility of arranging for a removal van and though he didn't say, Suoh knows exactly what for.
"To the Penthouse."
Suoh actually pauses before he turns the key in the ignition, shaken by the swift turn of events. Could he and Kirishima be wasting their time after all?
He starts the car just as the partition slides up and for some reason he finds himself irritated, angry. Wanting to swear and curse at this cruel twist of fate that has them finding Takaba Akihito too late, finding him just when Asami has already fooled himself into thinking he no longer needs the kid he almost went to war with the Chinese and the Russians for. Perhaps. Two years is a long time after all.
He lets out a small growl as he hastily takes out his phone from his breast pocket, typing a short text to Kirishima before cursing and sharply swerving around a bicycle, grumbling that there are too many of the fuckers riding around Tokyo anyway, what's one less.
Asami breaks his kiss bruised lips away from Kaede's, not bothering to stop the small hand rubbing him through his slacks though as he leans over and presses the intercom. A breathy reprimand ringing through the speakers into the drivers cabin and making the blond giant grip the steering wheel until the plastic and leather groans under his hands.
"Eye's on the road, Suoh."
Luckily for Asami, or rather for Suoh, he doesn't hear the guards quietly but tensely growled reply from the front of the luxury car.
"Fuck off. Asami-sama."
Asami laughs, the front door undoubtedly denting the stark white wall where Kaede is pressing him unrelentingly against it, kissing him with a fervour he hasn't felt literally for years, the small pair of hips grinding against him so eagerly that this thing threatens to be over long before it's even started. He pushes forward, toeing off his shoes as his partner does the same and he laughs again when Kaede trips over the Genkan step, the crime lord pressing his prey further into the apartment.
They crash into the master bedroom and the boy has his back on the mattress before they break for air again, Kaede shoving at Asami's still coat covered shoulders playfully and panting through his grin, eyes twinkling in the moonlight.
"I, I think we should, should have a drink first. My...buzz is wearing off…."
He continues to pant as the man laughs wickedly, nipping at the boys chin and running his tongue from his teeth marks up to the swollen, parted lips. Kissing once before pulling away and smiling evilly.
"Hn. If it's a 'buzz' you're after..."
He gets up and removes his coat, jacket, the pair of dark brown eyes on him widening upon seeing his gun holsters until they get removed also, Asami finally when he's just in a shirt and slacks he collects several items from the bedside cabinet. A cock ring, liberator and lube.
He takes in the sight of the eager tongue licking at pulsing lips, the dilated pupils and heave of the boys chest before he pounces again, pressing him to the bed and all but ripping his clothes off, the supplies having been shoved aside for now as he readies this little morsel - as he also shoves aside any thoughts of wrong and on Akihito's side of the bed. The man drowns out those insidious words by kissing Kaede harder, undressing him faster. The man having already reached a mile stone after bringing a piece of ass to his home after so long. Too long, he tells himself.
He bites, almost tearing the boy's nipples and making them swollen and red but producing the most excited cries and moans while he fists Kaede to a brink of orgasm, pistoning in and out two thick digits only to cruelly draw away completely a short while later. A thin strap of leather being fixed into place instead and getting buckled tightly at the base of the boys cock which has Kaede gasping and tugging at Asami's hair in protest - Asami laughing wickedly once more, shushing him and readying the large, lubed dildo at his puckered entrance.
Kaede's eyes fly wide as he's violated so deeply by the huge, ridged dildo that only goes part way in preparing him for the real thing. Asami's girth. The man doesn't even pause before he turns the device to full, taking the boys arms in hand to fasten them to the bed frame with his discarded tie.
He gets up to have a quick shower before continuing, the hum of the vibrator and the tortured cries of blinding arousal from his bedmate like music to his ears, even if they do sound wrong. all wrong.
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Kirishima's phone beeps and he manoeuvres the grocery bags in his arms to shut the front door and read the text that's come through from Suoh, cursing softly to himself as he looks at the blond boy currently marching ahead of him to the living room. Kirishima bypassing the lounge to set the food shopping down on the counter.
'We need to step up the plan.'
It's silent for a few minutes, the guard's steely mind already planning ahead to tomorrow, just a few more hours to maintain this farce, just a few more hours until the big reveal. Even if this fresh-from-the-hair-salon Takaba Akihito can't remember a thing.
All tests at the clinic had come back either clean or just what he had hoped for, the same height, blood type and dental history as the original Takaba Akihito, one and the same. Thank goodness. After that Kirishima had easily found the first hair dresser he could near by, all out throwing money at them so they would agree to stay open late and transform the black mop of hair before them into the golden one as seen in the photo the guard had thrust their way.
Now it's just a matter of getting the two together, hoping for the best. Hoping it's not to late.
A chaotic rustling and quick footsteps are heard before Kirishima turns, just in time to see the newly coloured head of hair careen towards him, warm, soft lips claiming his own and surprising a gasp out of him as he's shoved into the kitchen counter.
He manages to push Akihito back without much effort, the kid too jittery for his muscles to hold much strength but the boy tries to start forward again, whispering urgently with his eyes closed and lips searching.
"Please, please, please, oh please, please, I've been good, I have, please, please, anything, do anything, please….."
Kirishima nearly yelps when a small hand palms him suddenly, his hips trying to move back and away but he finds himself trapped while Akihito tries to seduce him into handing over the candy he loves so much. He shoves the boy again, tries to shake him until the unseeing hazel eyes open just a fraction but the hands on him only work harder, squeezing and pulling at his length through the fine fabric of his suit and he finds himself letting out a heavy breath into Akihito's waiting mouth, the boy still begging, pleading - what for? At this point he barely knows.
The guard finally pushes him away with force and the boys hands finally relent their assault, Kirishima a little angry at the boy but also himself for being caught off guard like that - and failing to act quicker to stop it. Before he got a boner. He shakes Akihito by the shoulders again, trying to bring those hazel eyes to focus on him while the boy still mumbles to himself, though he just continues to whisper and beg for relief - he's too far gone.
Kirishima sighs and frog marches Akihito back to the sofa where he sits him down, at least getting him out of the kitchen and away from any sharp implements before he slips the bag out of his pocket - realising he forgot water though so goes back to the kitchen for some, returning with a pill and a glass ready in hand which Akihito snatches and swallows like a man dying of thirst, eyes looking up to Kirishima beseechingly after and grasping his lapels in hand when the man takes the water away. This time just whispering one solitary word with wide watery eyes, pale, wet lips that has Kirishima gulping thickly.
"…More…"
It's only the memory of why Akihito is here in his apartment at all that has him shaking himself mentally, the man not breaking eye contact but still using his free hand to wordlessly uncurl the small fists off his jacket before rising and walking away. Erection deflating as he grips the counter top and thinks about Japanese Armour manufacturing techniques in the early 1700's...
He takes deep calming breathes and only when he can feel blood returning back to his brain does he venture back into the living room, some ten minutes or so later - expecting to see Akihito asleep as usual on the couch after getting another dose of sedative.
He does not expect to find the couch empty, the boy nowhere in sight.
Fuck.
His next port of call is the front door, still locked, good. Maybe, just maybe he's over reacting, being paranoid. He checks his pocket though, just incase.
Gone.
The fucking bag of fucking drugs is fucking gone.
He races to the bathroom to find that locked too and wastes no time before he braces a shoulder to run at it, it crashing open after just four and a bit attempts and he almost falls over Akihito's sprawled legs when he rushes into the room. The boy already paling terribly and his lips already turning blue - shit, a million times shit. He curses himself again for being too distracted to remember this boy's a highly skilled pickpocket.
The empty paper and plastic baggies mock him from the floor. Empty bar one pill that Akihito must have missed in his haste.
He yanks the unconscious boy forward and shoves two fingers unceremoniously into Akihito's throat, the muscles and his tongue contracting lazily and he swears as he shoves them in deeper, needing him to vomit soon, before the drugs stop his heart. He pushes down at the back of his tongue, willing and hoping his body to respond and after a long while it finally does - Akihito finally convulsing and vomiting up foamy pink bile while Kirishima holds him and hastily reaches up to run the tap, rudely evicting his and Akihito's toothbrushes from their holder so he can fill the small plastic beaker with water - preparing to flush the boy's stomach completely.
It's a good thirty minutes later when the water from Akihito's stomach finally runs clear, the boy regaining consciousness and groaning in between choking coughs. Confused at the fiery, burning pain rippling through his whole body, his stomach and back but the feeling curiously mixed in with a stinging numbness in his limbs.
He moans piteously as he's lifted and de-clothed, his vomit soaked clothes being left in a pile on the floor as he's shoved under a cold shower to wake him up some more and he screams, Kirishima ignoring the weakened hands thumping his chest as the fully clothed man holds him for a few minutes under the spray. Waiting until all traces of vomit are gone completely and the boy is lucid enough to not pass out once more.
He dresses a now shivering Akihito again, laying him under two thick blankets on the sofa where he finally presses a pint of warmed milk into his hands several minutes later and turns the television onto some ninja anime the kid seems to like while Kirishima himself is now fresh from a shower and is mostly dry, bar his hair, but dressed in fresh clothes. He gives the boy one last long disapproving look and orders him to drink before returning to the kitchen to scoop up his phone again. Finally replying to Suoh.
'Takaba managed to get hold of the pills, he's fine. We'll need more though.
I agree, stepping up the plan is a good idea. We'll take him to the penthouse tomorrow, see if it jogs his memory.'
Suoh reads the text and lets out a sigh, Kirishima called the kid Takaba. Good news, that's great news. Especially knowing this mess could be all fixed tomorrow too is certainly a weight off, but. Just knowing what could be going on inside Asami's apartment right now fills Suoh with a kind of irrational, maybe even unjust anger - but, again. Surely it's the man's right to move on? Surely it's the healthy thing to do even, it's been two years after all.
Why are they both so sure that he would want the kid back anyway?
He laughs and adjusts the chair he's relaxing into, the limo's drivers seat, keeping on hand tonight incase Asami needs him. He and Kirishima know why they are doing this, they had known since that day at Sion two years ago when, just for a moment. They had seen the mask drop, dropped to show rare distress and uncertainty when they had told him that Takaba was really gone, without a trace.
Yep. He really fucking hopes this mess can be cleaned up tomorrow, or he may just explode.