Hello!
Long time no see! All I can say is SORRY!
Have been so fricken' busy : / but I hope you all had a good Christmas, Hanukah (or any other holiday) and New year! This is a short chapter but it just didn't feel right to add any more as we will be launching into a whole load of stuff in the next one. Please enjoy, sorry for any mistakes and of course I own not the Manga or it's characters.
Thank you for your reviews, faves and follows it means a lot. X
Warnings: A whole lotta YAOI! Naughty, naughty YAOI. Ye be warned :P
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"…Okaeri, Akihito."
That. Right there, that has Akihito closing his eyes to the emotions crushing his heart, his lungs. That has him closing his eyes and has him almost choking as the breath catches in his throat, has him speechless as he nuzzles Asami's neck, pressing his face into the mans shirt collar and breathing in the familiar, smokey cologne. Breathes in Asami. He takes his time, softly tracing the mans pulsing neck with his too dry lips, again and again until he can't help but place open mouthed kisses there. Tracing the throbbing vein with his tongue until he reaches up to the mans strong chin, where Asami comes down to finally meet his boys lips in a crashing and crushing, searing, suffocating kiss.
Heaven.
The damn bursts and the floodgates can't help but give way to the long awaited contact and there's a shameless, needy, endless slide and slap of wet tongues against one another, two sets of warm lips meet again and again, deep and frenzied while two sets of lungs burn. The occasional rushed, laboured breaths managed during the small breaks in between frenzied kisses already considered too long a separation for both men as they find themselves lost in desire and feeling - Akihito trembling like a young and supple sapling in a strong summer storm, while Asami's body vibrates with need now that the banked embers of his passion have been ignited again in a way that only Akihito can inspire in him. And they burn now once more and so, so fiercely.
"Ahihito…"
His senses run wild with this boy, his Akihito finally back in his grasp where he belongs and at some point they end up crashing towards the doorway, Akihito's back meeting awkwardly with the doorframe until Asami, with some Herculean effort breaks the kiss. Breathless. Akihito panting and leaning on him hopelessly. Both utterly lost in their arousal.
"A—sami-"
"Akihito-"
He swallows thickly, pressing a lingering kiss once more over his boys lips before he continues. Voice slightly rougher than usual.
"Sorry - I can't stop…"
But he draws away for a moment as if trying anyway, hands leaving Akihito's too thin back and lithe waist where he hems him in from both sides instead, eyes taking in every expression and every movement, from the heave of his boys chest to how his eyes are already half cast, watery with lust. It will be hard, almost impossible, but Asami finds himself fighting with his own overwhelming lust to let Akihito go for now if needs be - trying to hold himself back from debauching his newly rediscovered lover in favour of getting a few answers which he is after all, desperate for.
He needs to know where Akihito has been, how he made it back here.
But as he catches that familiarly sweet scent, the one he's become so accustomed to now he finds they can wait until morning if it means that he can tonight, savour the feeling of having Akihito back in his arms again. Savour every fibre of him as he holds him and fucks him back into the mattress, back into their bed where he belongs. Feels every moan reverberate through him and slide of soft skin against him and how Akihito's body draws him in like he never wants to let go. He needs to feel at least that much.
It's the lightest of touches of tentative fingertips to his cheek that startles Asami back to the present, the man not realising that he had been almost furiously staring at Akihito, staring hard but not really seeing at all from being too lost in his own volatile thoughts of possessiveness and claim staking and suddenly their eyes meet in a moment of unguarded, unstudied longing. Sound muted, breath lingering and atmosphere electric as both gazes soon slide downward to each others parted lips where tongues dart out absently as if wanting to taste again. Both men seeing how affected, how hungry they both are for each other. Both seeing that they could never, ever end this - not even if they wanted to.
Not even two years apart was enough to kill it.
"No." Akihito says, closing his eyes for a moment as if wishing Asami back from where he had escaped to. "Don't stop." He pleads in a sweet, breathy whisper small hands slide slowly, gratefully over his lovers broad shoulders and chest, breathing into his ear as his small hands finally fist Asami's crisp white shirt. The photographer closes his eyes and parts his lips in a small, shuddering breath before he places moist lips to an earlobe, to a pulsing neck. Whispering his deepest desire through a burning blush.
"Please. Don't ever stop. Asami."
Golden eyes ignite, blaze in response to this admission, lips meeting Akihito's once more in a bruising, burning kiss and the boys knees buckle at the sheer force of it, heart threatening to beat a hole into his chest cavity as he's crushed against the larger, harder body of his lover - whimpering against lips that kiss him so demandingly, deeply and passionately and there's a need there, a longing there that he hasn't felt from Asami before that makes his own eyes burn with tears.
Asami takes pleasure in threading a hand through Akihito's freshly coloured hair, drawing his head back slightly with the action so he can look into those eyes, letting them read for once all that his face is showing. He doesn't think he's been more aroused in his entire life, now knowing what it means to really tie emotion to sex - to wanting someone so fucking badly that it drives you insane. Insane to think you'll never have them again. He vows here and now to himself that he'll have his Akihito everyday, that they won't be parted again for anyone. Anything. That he will never let an enemy ever again get so close to his boy. That he won't fail him again.
His eyes drop to half mast, Akihito mirroring the mood and already accepting all the man has to offer, a lick to lips, a series of quick, dirty, wet kisses and Asami whispers into his ear. Tugging on a delightfully fleshy lobe just to drive the point home, enticing a moan, a breathy plea from his partner.
"Oh yes Asami-p…ease…"
Not wasting any more time Asami picks him up effortlessly by the thighs, letting the boys ass drop until the hard length in his pants is caressing the seam of Akihito's jeans. Making the boy squirm in anticipation and moan into Asami's shoulder as he himself caresses the mans back and chest, popping open the topmost buttons of Asami's shirt before they make it to the master bedroom and he's finally laid down on the bed where he watches Asami watching him while the man quickly undresses, baring his flawlessly tan skin one teasing inch at a time. Both wanting and needing to feel flesh against flesh.
Neither of them know why things are moving so blissfully, torturously slowly. Why they are dragging out these last few moments of separation before they can finally connect again and Akihito's chest heaves as he watches from the bed, moaning when after a few moments of teasing disrobing his lovers huge, rock hard erection finally springs free, Akihito's blush practically luminous and his body squirming against the sheets as his own throbbing arousal demands attention from within his briefs even as Asami crawls over him with a dastardly, but almost gentle smirk. Having missed this terribly, not quite believing this is real. He traces fingers over Akihito's face, his lips and lets himself take him all in, that Akihito is really here, back in this room and bed where he belongs - very much alive.
"Mmnh-urry-"
And very much aroused.
He smothers the boys lips with his own and his hands, rough in their haste, tease their way down his body. They delve under thin cotton to tease at tender pink flesh, pale skin that shivers delightfully at his touch - skin that is so beautifully warm and alive, so much so that Asami feels he needs to press his lips to it again and again. Dragging the flimsy T-shirt off of Akihito completely so he can mouth those hardened pink nubs, lay vicious bites and nips where the boys slender neck meets shoulder which makes Akihito gasp and moan and Asami purr. Whispering his lovers name so quietly, a small prayer in thanks to whatever unknown power brought him home after two long years.
He pauses against Akihito's chest, hearing his heart thumping away like a twittering bird in a cage. Hypnotic and soothing. A sound he could listen to forever.
"Mnh Asami-" The boy breathes out in a gasp, the mans thumbs moving to press torturously against Akihito's sensitised nipples making him writhe and squirm as it sends jolts of pleasure straight to his groin. The place he can feel getting hotter, aching for Asami to touch or taste.
"P-please- Asa—ah!"
He arches off the bed as he's caressed suddenly through his jeans, a deft hand soon unzipping his fly and unbuttoning his Levi's before they're all but ripped off him as well and Asami growls now to see it - his boy naked and flushed below him in a way no other could ever even try to imitate. The mussed, chaotic halo of Hazel, those enticing eyes and flushed cheeks, those luscious lips and small sounds Akihito makes when he so obviously longing to be fucked into the bed. And Asami intends to do just that - two years, two fucking years.
The boy's wicked lover takes his time though in preparing his young mate, lavishing his supple, trembling body with attention - affection. Runs his hands, lips, teeth and tongue over every inch eliciting the most endearing of cries, tears. He soothes them away each time though with just one more pump of Akihito's shaft, one more teasingly tentative probe to his puckered, quivering entrance and only when he really can't take it anymore does Asami swallow all of Akihito into his mouth, probe two slicked fingers into his ass and make his prey scream in ecstasy - animalistic grunts and throat sultry moans spilling without restraint as small hands find the crime lords Raven locks where they threaten to tear hair from root, not that he minds. No. He only adds another finger, sucks harder. Brushing the little pink bundle of nerves inside while his cheeks hollow before Akihito comes with a final shout, one last thrust into his mouth and he falls back boneless onto the bed.
Where he shamelessly begs for more.
As Asami swallows Akihito's spend down he's already moving to kiss him again, lost in the very height of sexual desire and more than ready and willing to give Akihito all that he wants, needs and wishes for - tonight and forever. He swoops on his prey and to his pleasant surprise Akihito meets him half way, neck already craning back for greater access, more of Asami and the kiss.
Their mouths are almost completely slack as they battle tongues, licking and massaging the sensitive undersides until they draw back to suck them into opposing mouths. Only breaking when saliva or Oxygen become an immediate obstacle.
"Mmuh-" Akihito moans when he feels a warm, wet swipe of pre come alongside his inner thigh and it causes him to blindly grind up to meet Asami's hips, hardening again almost immediately when the mans sizeable, hard cock pokes at the underside of his balls as he ruts against it, onto it. Hips already moving chaotically and so erratically it should be embarrassing, awkward. But it only drives them both on more.
"Ye—ye-ye-uh-!"
Akihito's lover curses quietly under his breath, really not able to hold himself back anymore after finding his boy so wonderfully needy and erotic and he stills the slender hips under him with a hand for a moment while he rolls his own hips downward and the fat head of his cock is pushing at Akihito's crack, finding that slick, fluttering, velvet like entrance that is already welcoming him so eagerly as his little beauty whimpers, trying to impale himself down onto the big fleshy erection that he loves, craves so much.
Asami shudders when he's sheaved completely, Akihito's eyes threatening to roll at the promise of imminent, blinding pleasure that's sure to come at the first undulation of Asami's perfect ass and hips. He pauses though, breathing hard as he takes a moment to survey the perfect picture below and there's just the smallest of pauses, a moment suspended in time as the lovers share a breath, a stare - a single thought that unifies them like never before and it's that which has them grasping hands as Asami rams home.
"A-UH-!"
Akihito moans like a greedy slut as Asami envelops himself into the warm, tight and welcoming heat of his lover in one hard, sure thrust. No mercy as Akihito's eyes finally have to roll and he spreads his legs impossibly wide on sheer impulse, shucking himself down onto that huge, veiny shaft until he's flush against the mans balls and Asami fucks him hard and fast at that, any forethought to slow, sensual love making to reacquaint themselves with one another utterly lost in the face of this raw, unadulterated passion. Love in it's most animalistic, purest form.
He pulls Akihito up like a rag doll, adjusting himself to sit easily with his lover on his lap and he takes pleasure in watching Akihito fuck himself on his dick, feeling him hungrily swallowing him up as he works his hips around, around, up and down - for that's another thing about Akihito that no other could ever capture. Could ever hope to imitate. His honesty in all things, lovemaking included.
He clutches Asami's shoulders, his neck as the man holds him tightly by the waist, aiding him and securing him. Making sure he can't ever get away again. He kisses the panting mouth again and again, leans the boy back to bite his nipples and enjoys how Akihito clenches up around him as he's about to come. How his arms tighten around him that much more.
They make love for hours, until orgasms are dry and Akihito finally passes out after being fucked against the headboard where Asami had then taken great care in washing, drying and placing the boy back in his bed all without taking eyes off him for even a second. He doesn't want to sleep, doesn't want to even blink as he settles in snugly beside him and watches the boy but his body demands otherwise, some deep knot somewhere unfastening now that this major wrong has been righted once more.
Now that he's home.
So he takes one last deep breath, pressing his face into the crook of Akihito's neck as he finally lets his eyes shut for the first restful sleep for some time.
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A beep, a relentless dial tone sounds out from the receiver of the burn phone in the young mans hand, the boy staring at his mobile long after the final beeps die out and all is silent. Kaede uncomprehending just as to what the hell could have brought on this change in the man - Asami, his latest mark. He was all over him earlier - unless, no. He wouldn't have found out about the plan to off him, would he?
Shit though, he's got an an awkward phone call to make and an assassination to plan. Again.