Misunderstandings:
The man stepped out of the limo and gave his briefcase to the awaiting bespectacled secretary.
"Asami-sama," Kirishima startted to say before he was promptly brushed aside.
"How is he?" the businessman asked and did not need to specify who 'he' was.
Kirishima looked at the notes he had received beforehand for just this question. "The gang should be completely gone by tomorrow and Takaba-san was told this, but on waking up he stormed about the penthouse before seeming to tire from his.. activities and attempted escape only three times. Once from the window and then twice through the air ducts." The secretary paused and hesitated.
"Anything else?"
It seems a message arrived for him on his voicemail. It was intercepted as it seemed to.. be a matter of some concern." Kirishima was trying to be as nuetral as possible. His boss was not a patient man, but it always seemed especially true when the boy was involved. He adopted a 'shoot first and never let it happen again' kind of stance and this new information would not help his gun-happy attitude.
Asami read the printed phone transcript which Kirishima handed him. His expression did not change, but his hand tightened slightly around the page. Still impassive, he folded the paper into his pocket and proceeded for the elevator that would take him to the apartment where his kitten was not sulking. He did not wait for kirishima to catch up and the secretary prudently did not follow.
"Akihito," Asami said coldly into the darkness and silence that greeted him when he opened the penthouse door. When no one answered, he shut and locked the door and paused, allowing his eyes to adjust to the gloom.
Suddenly hurried footsteps and a scrabbling by the lock caused him to react faster than Akihito had anticipated. With a cry the photographer was wrenched from where he had been trying to escape and was thrown over Asami's broad shoulders, ass exposed in the air.
Insults immediately followed. "You bastard put me down! I have a life you know! And friends, you know, those people you have when you dont make your living selling drugs and kidnapping people! I wanna go outside! And -" Asami, who had been making his way to the master bedroom, opened the door and threw the photographer onto the bed, more roughly than usual. It knocked the air out of him and he sat there breathing hard for a moment. But Asami was not in the mood for games, not if what was written on the paper in his coat pocket had any truth to it. And so he proceeded to stalk toward the younger man.
"Dammit, Asami, at least let me go to work." Akihito growled. In reply his wrists were pinned above his head and he was taken in a deep, possessive kiss that had him gasping for breath by the time it was over. The transformation was instantaneous. Gone were thoughts of leaving, of having a life outside of Asami-world. Akihito looked up with lust into a set of cold eyes. Asami still had not said a word.
"Is something wrong?" Akihito asked, doe-eyed. "Was work okay?" It was one of the younger man's good points that he could sense when Asami was troubled. His anger was forgotten and his face contained only concern for his lover.
A paper was fluttered at his feet. "Care to explain?"
Akihito picked up the paper and read it outloud, a foolish move since the anger in Asami was evident in the way he sat, glaring; his mask was slipping.
The message was short, barely fitting in the top part of the page. 'Hey Akihito I havent seen you in forever and I am in town this weekend and thought we could hang out, catch up on old times (wink, wink) Hope to see you soon, love Yuri.'
Aki dropped the page and glared, not afraid to look the crime lord right in the eyes. "It's called human rights for a reason you bastard. I knew she was gonna come into town soon but you took my phon-"
"So you know this whore?"
Akihito visibly flinched at the words and his voice rose. "Yuri is no whore, she's graduating from a great university which she paid for herself, by the way. She's into photography, like me, but wanted to go into a medical field to be able to help people." He rambled on about her, briefly outlining her history and qualities, and in the eyes of Asami, as good as confessing to his guilt.
Asami listened to all this without a word, not that this was new to Akihito. The younger man may know when Asami was troubled but he was clueless when to stop talking. Unable to listen any longer Asami pulled out a phone, shiny in its sleek designer case, and proceeded to start a call. He needed Akihito to only see him, only want him and so angry was he that he knew of only one way to get his way.
"She will be dead by morning," he said to Akihito.
Akihito bolt upright from where he was sitting and tried to tackle the older man, reaching for the phone just out of his grasp. "You can't." he said, breathlessly, pleadingly. And asami took in the pale face and fearful concern in his boy's eyes before straddling the younger man on the bed.
"I told you before that any man or woman, other than me, who touches you dies."
The photographer stopped struggling to push the older man off of him and looked up quickly. He searched Asami's face and then to the surprise of the yakuza, Akihito burst into a fit of giggles, holding his stomach he was laughing so hard..
"You think.. me and Yuri?" And then he couldnt continue. He laughed until tears pricked the corner of his eyes, the only time he had cried with asami and it not be from some sort of ass or back pain.
"She is your ex," but it was said with an unsure and a confused facial expression that did not match with the man's usual demeanor.
Ahikito stopped laughing for a moment so say, "That's a text from my half-sister. You should see your face right now. Man, I wish i had my camera."
Asami froze for a minute, loosening his death grip on Akihitos shoulders and allowing him to sit up on the bed. Akihito was still laughing and couldn't keep himself upright so he leaned deeply into Asamis shoulders as the last of his giggles died down.
It was another few moments before Akihito could explain all the details, but his mother had a brief marraige before meeting his own father and it was decided that the ex-husband was incapable of taking care of a child so Yuri had been adopted.
"We used to get into so much trouble together, the winking thing you misunderstood (here there was an unsurpressed snicker) was our code for meeting up and spying on people, which we havent been able to do while she was at college."
Akihito settled himself more snuggly in Asami's lap and smirked. "Can I get an apology for this little misunderstanding? My phone or even a get-out-of-jail-free card would be sufficient."
And Asami shook himself out of his stupor and leaned down seductively to whisper, "I have an even better way to settle this." And thus took back control of the situation.
But for the first time in a very, very long time, Asami Ryuiichi felt foolish. And when Kirishima hestitantly brought up the matter the next day, he received a look so deadly he had the urge to check for bullet wounds. It wasnt only Akihito who showed his embarrasing side.