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Hi everyone, I'm not really sure how to reply to the reviews you give me, so if someone could tell me how it would be a really great help. But thanks a lot for all the comments and suggestions! And I'm really sorry about the ordeal I've put Akihito in, but it will get better, I promise.
When Kirishima came to Asami's penthouse that morning, he wasn't sure how to approach the task he was given. And that was a first for him. He wasn't even sure how he felt. It was a mixture of emotions, and even that in itself would indicate to anyone the perplexity of the situation that he was in.
Sure, Asami-sama had had lovers. There were numerous of them, more than he could count – and as one such as himself who reveled in numbers – the statistics would have boggled anyone's mind.
But when he saw that Asami had stalled the termination of the Takaba clan for a mere boy, Kirishima couldn't deny that it was definitely a new turn in his boss' twisty and curved path. He even bought the boy home.
The bewilderment and surprise at that bit drove his eyebrows into his forehead was a given when Asami told him, but beyond that Kirishima wasn't sure what to make of the current situation.
Asami had already gone to work for the day, and that had made him miss out on seeing his ever stoic secretary bustling around the house, tidying up papers, fussing over the place, all prolonging until the final moment when he would have to go and wake the brat up.
It was past noon when he could stall no more and finally briskly knocked on the door before unlocking it and headed inside.
Apparently the boy was already awake but had stayed silent when Kirishima came in. There was a deer-in-the-headlights look on his face from the sudden intrusion, and eying the nasty, blood-crusted bite on the boy's neck, Kirishima saw that he had a good reason for the startled look. There were dark shadows under his eyes, and the down-trodden, completely anguished face, coupled with pain, made Kirishima's pity swell.
He sighed. He really didn't want to do this.
"Akihito-kun," he said. At the sound of his name, the boy flinched. "I have been informed by Asami-sama of your situation. You can freely roam around the penthouse, but are not allowed to leave. There are guards stationed outside, so I would deem escaping unwise. However, you are allowed to cook, or whatever it is that you may wish. I'm sure if you behave and follow orders, no problems will arise –"
Akihito didn't hear anything after that.
The word behave came up again.
It scared him because his mind trailed back to last night…
He must've zoned out of it because the next thing he knew there was a doctor in a white lab coat by his side instead of that glasses guy, and something cool was being applied to the bite he got. The doctor began bandaging the wound on his neck and then redid the bandages on his face, which now swelled even more after being manhandled. After the doctor was finished assessing him, the glasses guy motioned for him to take a shower in the in-room bathroom. There were already clothes laid out for him.
It was a task just to walk to the bathroom, everything just hurt so much. His entire body felt sore. But the bath he indulged himself in after the shower soothed some of his ache.
Akihito slowly limped back to find a maid laying out several dishes out on a tray by the bedside table. While he took tepid sips of his miso soup, Kirishima made a bee dive for the door with the final note that if he needed anything to inform the maid. The doctor gave her a prescription and directions on treating Akihito's wounds before leaving himself.
Afterwards the nurse came up to him and introduced herself as Mai. She explained to him the workings of the penthouse and said how they were not to enter Asami-sama's office at the end of the hall.
Glancing at her, Akihito could tell that the nurse was rather young, maybe in her mid-twenties, only a couple of years older than Akihito's own nineteen years. For some reason, that made him wonder how old the Asami guy was. That line of thought was not a good place of venture, so Akihito immediately shut it down.
"Akihito-kun, I'm going to head to the pharmacy for your medicine, so feel free to watch TV or something while I'm gone," she called to him while collecting the dishes.
But right before she left, Akihito caught her glancing at the bandages on his face and the one peeking out from the shirt he wore. She saw that he had noticed, turned slightly pink, and then closed the door.
Akihito's face burned.
He buried himself once more under the covers, which had been changed along with the bedding, sheets, and pillows.
Of course it had.
Last night's ordeal came back again, always unbidden. And with no one around and nothing to distract him, he couldn't stop himself from reliving it.
…..
Asami's cruel hands slid themselves up and down his body, feeling every curve and molding his hands around Akihito's ass cheeks. His large fingers played at the ring of his opening, circling it, before a thick digit plunged in, coated with something cool and slimy.
Akihito whimpered at the intrusion, his voice muffled at the demanding mouth that was eating its way into his. He couldn't breathe as the man viciously kissed him. It made him unaware as another digit was added, and then another, enough for it to burn despite being in the back of his mind. Akihito felt himself being stretched, slowly, while Asami laid more marks on his neck before trailing his lips to suck on a rather stiff nipple.
The fingers withdrew, only for something else to be positioned right at his entrance. And then, because he could never get used to it, Akihito screamed as Asami slid his cock into him in one sure, long thrust.
It hurt. It hurt so badly. Even after Asami had fucked him every night for the two weeks that Akihito had lived in his penthouse, his body couldn't get used to the pain. It felt like he was splitting apart, bursting at the seams from feeling so full.
The presence of the man was dark and suffocating. Asami did things to him that Akihito couldn't understand. None of them boded well.
Akihito tried to breathe, to bear it until it was over, while Asami continued to relentlessly thrust in and out of him. His fingers twisted the sweat-covered sheets, his body writhing in pain and a pleasure he didn't want to feel or acknowledge, until Asami grabbed a hold of Akihito's hair and brought their lips together once again; a few deep thrusts later Akihito exploded, semen splattered on the sheets. Exhausted, he was only dimly aware that Asami had also emptied himself inside of him.
Sleep was the only reprieve he got from living in this hell.
…..
Asami lit a cigarette, and blew it out. The cloud of smoke filmed throughout the room, whirling in whispy waves in the air, and curled itself around the sheets while Asami languidly watched the boy's sleeping face.
His head was lolled to the side, and Asami could clearly see the marks, new and old, that he had given him. There was a faint yellow hue on Akihito's jaw where Asami had slapped him. The neck bite was healing nicely; the scabs have almost all fallen away, and what would be left afterwards would be some faint scars.
He felt something akin to guilt at the sight of Akihito's bandaged jaw in the first week after living with the boy, but those soon to be scars left no such impression on his mind. They were his mark after all.
Asami leaned down to brush the stray bangs over the boy's eyes, and laid a soft kiss on the healing bite mark. Squishing his cigarette butt into the ashtray on the bedside table, he delved his nose into the crook of Akihito's neck and deeply inhaled the boy's unique scent. It was mouthwatering, and Asami was a little wistful the kitten had fallen asleep too soon before he was permitted another round. The boy was so skinny; there wasn't enough stamina inside of him for Asami to enjoy the boy freely and to his content.
Asami hadn't meant to be rough, but a look at those hazel eyes, and the way he always wet his lips, made him want to take the boy. And when he cried out in that sweet voice, Asami had no other thought at that moment other than to be inside of him.
Akihito made him feel a kind of hunger that just thinking about it made his eyes feral, a sort of animalistic need that drove him nearly insane. There was almost no relief of any kind that can be found. When touching him, Asami felt his desire consuming him, making his actions frantic and wild.
And so he kisses the bruises that he had made during the middle of the night as a sign of apology. And the words he whispered inside of the boy's unhearing ear is Asami's way of making up for not being with his boy during the day.
It was not long after Asami speculated with himself that his arms came out to curl itself around the boy before he too fell asleep.