Asami was sat in the office of Club Sion's sister bar, when the phone's buzzer went off.

"Asami-sama, Takaba Akihito just entered the bar."

"Leave him." Asami ordered, then clicked off the phone. The yakuza smirked to himself and wondered what stunts his pet would pull this time.

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Takaba was pissed. Striding through the crowds, he took a seat at the counter and waited for the yakuza to turn up. It had been a week – A WHOLE WEEK – since the incident on Asami's couch and the man had not touched him since. Not that he cared, he assured himself. He just wondered why Asami was acting strange and couldn't miss this opportunity for a bit of revenge. Yeah, thats why.

Takaba got fed up of waiting, he finished the vodka and coke that he had ordered, and walked into the pool room. As expected, the tables and the players looked high-class. Asami chose that moment to approach Takaba from behind.

"What are you doing here?"

Takaba jumped and fought to regain composure as he faced the man. As coolly as possible, Takaba replied, "Did you forget that I'm in the journalist trade and you're club members are always swarming with scandal." He then walked over to an empty table and put some money in, an idea springing to his mind. Takaba held out a pool cue to Asami, who took it, deciding to amuse his boy for a while.

"If I win", Takaba started, "then I get a permanent lock on my bedroom door."

The corners of Asami's mouth curled upwards, "You won't. But when I win you never get a lock on your door." The yakuza braked and scattered the balls across the table, almost potting a couple. Takaba was disappointed with the man's reply. He knew he couldn't beat Asami and would never have a lock on his bedroom door, but he had hoped he could coax the man into giving Takaba one of the usual humiliating and vigorously exhausting forfeits. Not that he wanted that ,of course.

Fine then, time to change tactics.

Takaba stepped up to the table, cue in hand and chose the most awkward and far away shot possible. This forced him to prostrate himself across the table, right leg bent and on the cushion, left leg still touching the floor. Takaba purposefully wiggled his butt to get mildly comfortable to take the shot. Luckily, he did actually manage to pot a red ball and slowly climbed down from his position. He had no doubt that Asami had had a full view of his ass in the tight jeans he wore. Takaba glanced over his shoulder but Asami's expression was blank, giving nothing away. Let's see how long he can keep that up. Takaba walked around the table to take a second shot. Choosing another difficult one, he was about to take the shot when Asami's low voice came from behind, startling him.

"You're holding the cue wrong." Two large hands covered both his own and suddenly Asami surrounded him, emphasising their difference in size.

"Like this." Whispering low in the boy's ears, Asami readjusted the cue's position. Takaba began to grow hot and flush in the face, but experienced a great sense of achievement when he felt the man's erection pressed against his backside. Asami suddenly released Takaba and looked at him expectantly. Weak at the knees from unfulfilled desire, the photographer missed the shot.

Asami smirked and stated, "After I showed you how to do it as well..." Ignoring Takaba's glares, he picked up his cue and potted ball after ball, ending the game in minutes. Looking satisfied, Asami turned and said, "Looks like you won't be getting that lock, not that I would have allowed it if you won."

Before Takaba could give a sarcastic reply, one of Asami's men walked in and handed him an adult-looking drink. This was it! In case he failed, Takaba had got hold of some strong aphrodisiac that he could slip into the man's drink. Yes, that would mean he spiked it, but just thinking back to the first time Asami held him, it's justice! Takaba watched carefully as Asami set his drink down. The yakuza obviously noticed this.

"Does the boy want one?"

Irked by the patronising tone he responded loudly, "I want one."

While Asami walked away to speak to a member of staff, Takaba grabbed the tablets and put them in the older man's glass. He hoped they dissolved quick enough and, standing in Asami's view, that he didn't look guilty. Said man had walked back over with a fresh drink, which he set on the side table, next to his own. This is when Takaba realised the pool room had emptied. Suddenly, Asami was looming over him, creeping his left hand around the slim neck, caressing the sensitive skin. Takaba shivered and was pulled into a deep kiss. But he hasn't even took a sip yet... Unable to focus on the drink any more, his thoughts were infiltrated by Asami. His tongue teasing him in other places, like it did to his mouth now. His lips kissing further down... a moan escaped Takaba's throat and his eyes opened when Asami broke the kiss. He had been so close... the yakuza was smirking again, watching him.

Throat dry, Takaba carefully reached for the drink closest to Asami. His own drink. The non-spiked one. Trying to hide a smile, while he took a sip , Takaba tried to imagine a desperate and an even-more-horny-than-usual Asami. And angry, but he was used to that. Asami picked up his own drink and finished it. Takaba's heart rate picked up. Had it worked? Nervous, he copied the action and placed his empty glass next to Asami's. Man, he likes bitter drinks. Hmm...? No it can't be, I picked up the right one.

"Something wrong, Akihito?" One glance at the sadistic expression on Asami's face confirmed his suspicions. That bastard.

"But when did you switch-" Of course, the cunning yakuza had switched the drinks while Takaba was swooning over that kiss.

Asami leaned towards a flustered and panting Takaba, backing him against the wall.

"Let's see how long it takes before you beg me to fuck you."

Finished this chapter a while ago, but something didn't feel right about it, but I thought nevermind and posted it anyway. lol I kept people waiting long enough. But hopefully the next chapter will be easier to write than this one. :D