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Akihito woke up with a jolt. He was breathing heavily; sweat rolling down his back and perspiration dotting his forehead.

It was a dream.

All a dream.

It had to be a dream.

Only, he didn't know where he was. Never before had he woken up and couldn't identify his surroundings. Even if he had passed out drinking on the sly with his friends and creating trouble, he would always find himself at one of their houses or in his own bed by morning. But this morning came, and with it flew a slew of questions, and the unshakable and undeniable fact that what had perspired was not a dream.

He wasn't at his grandfather's. The main house had burned down. He wasn't home anymore. And something tells him that he can't return home. Ever again.

And with this revelation came a headache and a nasty fuzzy taste in his mouth. Then he remembered. He had been drugged, knocked unconscious in the middle of the limo ride to god-who-knows where. He remembered screaming and hitting everything he could in sight, thrashing out and trying to open the car door that wouldn't budge. Child locks. He then grabbed the labels of that dangerous tall man in the suit and demanded to be let out.

That was when the tall man slapped him. Hard. It jerked his face to the side and sent his body flying off to the other side of the car, hitting his head on the window. He lost consciousness after that.

Akihito touched at the left side of his face. It was neatly bandaged up. Even without a mirror he could feel the swelling. It hurt to open his mouth. A painful tear fell down his cheek. That was the first time anyone had ever hit him. Of course he's gotten into scuffles with his friends and fought at school, but his parents had never, not once, laid hands on him. Even when he got into huge trouble, all they did was yell at him and took away his games. To have been slapped by someone for the first time, and a stranger to boot, made him feel a sort of humiliation he couldn't truly understand. It had made him snap out of the reality of the so called safe world he had been living in. It also screamed at him that the man was dangerous.

Akihito broke out of his reverie when he pushed the covers off and realized that he was naked. He draped the thick comforter once more over his body to cover himself and took in his new surroundings. The room was white and the walls were bare. There was a sort of pristineness that made it feel a cold that had nothing to do with the temperature. He made for the door, legs shaky at first but growing firmer as his hand curved over the door knob. He tried to give it a twist, but found it to be locked. Suddenly, the door opened inwards, and Akihito hastily stepped away, all the while his eyes were glued to the tall man that appeared.

The man looked down at him like a lord would a petty servant. The arrogant look didn't diminish as he audibly closed the door, and then locked it. In fact, the smirk that now graced his face indicated that he purposely made a show of locking the door to signify to Akihito that he couldn't escape.

The man walked toward Akihito, who had instinctively backed away straight towards the bed, only to trip on the hem of the much too large comforter on his way, gave a little eep sound, threw his hands in front of himself, and tumbled to the ground on top of the soft white heap underneath him.

The land had burst the already aching headache into an explosion that made Akihito's head swim. He groaned and did his best to stop the bile rising to his throat. He dry heaved several times, trying to breathe against the onslaught of nausea racking his brain.

However, unaware by Akihito, the heavy comforter unwrapped itself from his body, and slid off when the boy had landed, partially exposing Akihito's naked form in front of the stranger. Seeing the sight of the tangle of lithe limbs and a perky pink nipple that peeked out when Akihito turned on his back to catch his breath, Asami's eyes hardened as his lust made itself known.

All of a sudden Akihito and the comforter were swooped up and dumped on top of the bed. It knocked out all the air in his lungs and he started to see stars. He vaguely felt a dip in the mattress, and turned his head to stare straight into molten golden eyes.

The man's hand snaked out to grab a hold of Akihito's face, tightly squeezing his heavily injured jaw. It made Akihito cry out in pain, and his eyes watered when the iron grip tightened further rather than abate. His fingers scrambled to pry the man's hand off, but to no avail.

"Please!" Akihito rasped out between cries.

Was the man going kill him? Choke him to death? Oh, god, he didn't want to die this way.

Instead, the tall man leaned in closer to Akihito's face, his lips barely touching the shell of Akihito's ear, the space separating their skin less than a hair's width. But his death grip didn't lessen on Akihito's jaw.

"I'm sure you know the situation you're in, so behave Akihito." The man's voice was merely a whisper, but it roared louder than thunder to Akihito's ear. His headache swelled to the size of Mt. Fuji and his face scrunched up.

Seeing the pained look, the man pulled back and released his hold of Akihito's face to tread his fingers into the boy's golden locks, lightly massaging his temples. "Who knew you would go so far as to get a concussion from a slap on the cheek." the man murmured. "So fragile," he sighed. His eyes wouldn't go so far as looking guilty Akihito surmised, but there was a hint of pity there. Those rough hands then trailed down to tightly grab Akihito's arms and hold him in place. His head leaned in again, this time looking directly at Akihito's face. "That's why I told you to behave, Akihito." There was a warning on the final note.

"W…Who are you?" Akihito asked tentatively when he realized the man wasn't going to hit him again unless he disobeyed him and acted up.

Asami stared at the brat's pink tongue as it slipped out to wet his chapped lips. It swept over his bottom lip and left a film of saliva, glistening, and made Asami lean in even more. And like a turtle, the tongue slipped back into that moist cavern in fright. He really just wanted to delve his own tongue in there and make the boy cry out, but first things first.

"My name is Asami Ryuuichi, and as you know your grandfather and I have an agreement. Let me explain your predicament to you," he purred. "Your foolish grandfather tried to go to war with me and then ran away with his tail between his legs when he couldn't handle the heat. I spared him and his family despite the fact that he provoked me first. And in exchange, your darling grandfather offered me his youngest grandson."

….

Asami stared at the terror and disbelief written across the boy's features. "You're mine." He said, watching those words slowly sinking in as well as the realization that there was no escape. "There is nowhere to run to, and if you even so much as try, why, I'll reconsider the deal I made with the Takabas."

Akihito's eyes widened.

"In fact," Asami continued on while ignoring the look on the boy's face, "You are no longer a part of them. Your grandfather has taken you off the family registry, and you have been added to mine. From now on I own you, Asami Akihito."

At those final words, a sharp pair of teeth ghosted over the junction where Akihito's neck and shoulder met, and sunk into the soft tender flesh, hard enough to draw blood. Akihito cried out in pain, tears stinging his eyes as he tried to dislodge his companion. But all he could do was to toss his head to the side and endure the agony as the man bit deeper, tearing at the skin as if he was really planning to chew it off. Asami then lapped at the warm blood that gushed out from the gaping wound. He had bitten too deeply and a small dribble of blood flowed down the boy's chest. Asami sealed his lips over the bite and sucked on it, tasting the sweet metallic richness of the boy's blood. It forced more cries from Akihito's lips. The tears trailed down freely then.

Pulling back to gauge the boy's tear stained face, Asami felt a deep sense of satisfaction welling deep inside of him from the bloodlust and the sight of the total surrender he saw in those big, watery eyes. There was a silent plea to them. He wasn't sure for what, but it only further fueled his desire to take the boy.

He said, "I'm sure you understand that I can do anything I want with you, little one," all the while Asami peppered light kisses up and down and around the bite wound.

All the questions, all the fight and resistance, left the boy's body, and he stayed there limp and immobile while Asami continued his assault.