Warnings: Refer to first chapter.
Disclaimer: I wonder what type of person would be able to own Asami… if such a thing is even possible.
AN: *Head hitting wall.* Thank you very much to the Guest who informed me of the little mistake I made with Akihito's name, a total slip-up on my part. *Shakes head in disappointment* I'm truly not worthy if I can't even get the names correct.
On another note, thanks for the reviews, favorites and follows.
{Not quite}
Akihito glanced at the unconscious body cautiously, he had never seen the dark haired male before but Asami was definitely familiar with him. Why was Asami so interested? Were they lovers? The yazuka had seemed a little too happy to see the male again.
He narrowed his eyes at the thought, though he and Asami weren't in a relationship he had assumed that the yazuka wasn't with anyone. What if Asami and the stranger were lovers?
For some reason he wasn't really bothered by that idea…
Akihito turned his gaze back toward the large bed and blushed slightly. The male had his arms tied behind his back with thick leather straps and was actually chained to the bed, Akihito was slightly apprehensive about how strong the stranger was if Asami needed to go to that extent. What sort of person needed that much restriction?
Unconsciously he found his eyes tracing the currently shirtless chest taking in the lithe body and smooth pale skin that must be soft to touch…
He instantly turned to the nearest wall and bashed his head against it, damn that Asami! That pervert must be contagious if he was thinking such thoughts about a stranger the Yazuka had just kidnapped.
…
"What are you doing Akihito?"
Holding in a yelp of surprise he spun around to face Asami who looked all too comfortable despite the situation. "Nothing, but why the hell is did you kidnap him?!"
Asami gave his 'I-know-all-worthless-fool' smirk. "I was just taking back what was mine."
Akihito gaped at his bluntness and pushed aside the slight hurt he felt at the Yazuka's words and instead felt his blood boil. He knew that he and Asami weren't in a relationship, but he wasn't cool with this! "What do you mean he's yours?!" He didn't like the feeling of Asami already being in a relationship while they were being intimate.
The Yazuka's golden eyes flickered toward the stranger's body and instantly gained a familiar intensity that Akihito knew meant Asami was currently very turned on. "I'm sure Harry will explain later," the older male replied loosening the tie around his neck. "Right now though he and I need to catch up."
Akihito blushed at the suggestive words but stepped in front of the bed protectively, he didn't like the situation but he wasn't about to let Harry be molested like he had been countless times. "I won't let you! Dragging someone into your little world is wrong! Why can't you just let him be?!"
Asami raised an eyebrow. "Because he's mine."
As usual Asami was way too direct. "Don't talk about someone like they're your property!" He snapped back narrowing his eyes at the taller man. "I won't let you touch him!"
He didn't really understand why he was being so protective over a man he didn't even know, but something about the gentle smile Harry had sent him earlier made something awaken inside of him. Something urging him to fight back and show that Harry didn't belong to Asami, that Akihito was the one who should-
"Oh? Don't tell me you want to join? If that's so I'm plenty happy to oblige." Asami voice deepened to a near purr and Akihito felt a shiver run up his spine at the image, no that wasn't true…
"Right now though Harry and I need some alone time, you can join in about a day or two." Without any hesitation or trouble Akihito found himself hauled like a kitten up and out of the room and dropped on the floor. The door shut with a resounding 'click' and the distinctive sound of a lock echoed down the hallway.
He blinked stupidly for a moment as his brain tried to comprehend what had happened, Asami had actually told him to come back and join, like as in they would have a threesome.
His mind went back to the sight of Harry on the bed in bondage so he couldn't escape, he imagined the pale skin flushing making his face seem alluring and utterly delectable, he imagined Harry writhing underneath him pleading for moremoremore.
The mere thought of such a thing made his face flame to such an extent that he felt dizzy, bad thoughts! What in the world was Asami doing to him?! With a distressed cry he turned to the nearest wall and slammed his head against it repeatedly in hopes that such thoughts would vanish from his mind.
{Not quite}
~Three months ago~
Harry narrowed his eyes at the smirking man, if he didn't know any better he would have sworn a werewolf were in front of him because of the astonishing golden color the man's eyes were. But with a light scan using his magic he quickly deduced that the man was a muggle, not some dark magical creature or Dark Lord like he looked to be.
"Why were you sneaking around my apartment?"
Harry inwardly snorted and turned his head to the side in defiance, he wasn't going to answer such a question, the man hadn't even introduced himself yet.
An amused hum came from the golden eyed male. "How did you get into my apartment?"
"I wonder." Harry replied blandly sending a mocking glance toward his kidnapper.
There was silence for a moment and not the peaceful kind either; it was the heavy 'something-dangerous-is-going-to-happen' kind. Harry sent a glance toward the dark haired male wondering once again how in the world a muggle could achieve such a thing.
"Very well," In a smooth effortless movement the man stood and stalked toward his position, Harry instantly started tugging at the leather binding around his wrists as the danger vibe intensified. "I guess I'm going to have to persuade you to tell me."
He knew taking that job was a bad idea but he was getting bored pretending to be a muggle so he had thought the supposedly 'harmless' theft would be enough entertainment. Of course studying up on the man who he was stealing from may have been a good idea…
A large hand rested on his thigh and his eye brow twitched, with a sharp tug he broke the thin leather holding his arms back, the man's eyes widened in astonishment and he took the opportunity to lash his leg out in a round house kick-
…
His eyes jerked open the moment a hand rested on his bare chest, all he could comprehend was that someone was looming over him and he couldn't defend himself since for some reason his arms couldn't move. Slightly panicked he snarled defensively and lashed his leg toward his attackers head with the intent to kill unfortunately the attacker caught it easily with an amused chuckle.
"Feisty as always Harry."
That voice…He glared and bared his teeth. "Bastard."
The grip on his leg tightened and the large body leaned in closer. "It's been far too long."
Harry attempted to back away but a hand pressed down on his shoulder and held him against the bed. Irritated at the way Asami was forcing his body to submit he tested the binds inwardly snarling when he realized that Asami had remembered the way he could get out of the normal ones. While magic could help him he was far from capable of breaking free from the heavy chains and thick leather, not to mention the fact that using magic would alert everyone that a wizard was around.
He didn't ask what the bastard wanted he was smart enough to recognize the pure golden shade the yazuka's eyes and taken, it meant that he was in for a long night.
"You were foolish to think you could escape me." Asami chided in his velvet tenor as his hand holding Harry's leg started to venture upward. "You're mine."
Harry jerked at the binding on his arms in response and sent the yazuka a challenging glare. "I'm my own person."
Asami knew very well that Harry wasn't one to submit at any time, even in the middle of their alone time Harry was constantly trying to take the upper hand. The wizard hated the thought laying down and just letting it happen. He was a warrior he had fought for his freedom all his life, not even Asami would break his will.
But the Yazuka certainly wanted to tame it and claim it.
Slowly Asami leaned his head down until their noses were nearly touching and their breaths intermingled. Harry stared boldly into the intense gaze not at all affected by the pure lust he could clearly see that was aimed toward him.
Lips were suddenly crashing into his with a fierce possessive quality of a starving man…
{Not quite}
AN: This chapter answered some questions… I hope you enjoyed and be ready for the next chapter. Go back now if you don't want to read guys having sex.
Question: I asked something similar in my other story but I was curious what type of fanfiction you readers would enjoy. I mostly like writing Harry Potter crossovers or try to attempt a self-insert fic, but what type of story have you been wishing to find?