"Bastard Asami! Put me down. Let go!"

The yakuza in question ignored the deafeningly loud yells from the boy and continued through the building to his apartment. Takaba struggled weakly as he was carried over the man's shoulder. Among the blurry haze of his thoughts he experienced deja vu. Why do I feel like this has happened before?

As Asami shifted, grabbing the photographer's ass to keep him in place, Takaba moaned, getting closer to coming. Not that he would get the release he wanted, if Asami had anything to do with it. After dragging Takaba from the club, pushing him into his private car, than carrying him into the apartment building, Asami had finally reached and opened his front door, stepping inside.

Takaba groaned in discomfort as he was dropped on the king size bed. Now so hard that it hurt, he tried to crawl away, preferably to the bathroom, but Asami wasted no time tying his wrists and binding them to the headboard. Having been a regular occurrence, Takaba had flashbacks to many other times he had been bound like this, the subject of sexual torture. His body bucked upwards, erection straining at his jeans. Asami watched with delight as his pet started to tremble with need and frustration, still bucking off the bed. His own erection twitched at the sight.

"Ready to beg yet?"

Through gritted teeth, Takaba ground out a 'f*ck yourself'

"Talking back to me, Akihito? Do I have to find something more productive for your mouth to do?"

Asami slipped two fingers into the young man's mouth, teasing his tongue, thrusting them in and out. Takaba began to pant with exertion, sweat running down his neck. A whine emerged from his throat, when Asami withdrew his fingers and began stripping his wanton pet. Takaba gasped when Asami finally freed his throbbing member.

"...can't..."

"What was that, Akihito?"

"Neeeed...to...come- nnnh"

"Now, now, where's the 'please let me come Asami-sama, I beg you'."

"Not saying tha- Ahh!" Asami slid his finger along the pulsing member. Takaba began to buck off the bed again, but received no relief. One more stroke would probably be enough.

"P..."

"Yes?"

"Please let me come...Asami- nngh- sama... I beg -pant-...you"

Smiling breifly to himself, Asami suddenly kissed Takaba, inserting his tongue between his sensitive lips, driving him wild. Within seconds, Takaba arched his back and released all over his own torso, orgasm continuing, almost passing out.

Brought round to consciousness again by Asami's deep chuckle, Takaba blushed as the man's humoured face came into focus above him. Asami was now naked and positioned over him, erection standing proudly. Takaba looked down to find he was still hard, thrusting his hips upwards, his need brushed against Asami's thigh. Takaba flinched as the man began teasing his fingers up and down the sensitive organ.

"Ahh- Asami... again..."

The strokes got faster and harder, until Asami bit and licked a path up Takaba's neck causing his second release.

Exhausted and arms aching, Takaba barely felt his legs being lifted at the knee and was surprised when Asami suddenly thrust inside him, all the way to the hilt.

"Ahhh...slow down -pant- been... a week- nnnh..."

"Been counting the days, have we?"

Before he could reply, Asami pulled out then thrust all the way back in, making Takaba cry out. The man continued his assault resulting in pleasured moans echoing around the bedroom. Takaba wondered if the drugs would ever wear off. Asami speeded up his thrusts until releasing inside, while Takaba climaxed hard, succeeding in a dry orgasm. Then proceeded to drift into unconsciousness.

OooOoOoOo

Takaba woke with a sore ass. But despite his exhaustion and aches (including two very sore wrists), he had a sense of satisfaction waking up next to a still sleeping Asami.

"I still wonder why he held back for a week though," Takaba thought aloud.

"Your so amusing, Akihito." Takaba was momentarily startled that the man was awake, but then realisation dawned.

"So all this was one of your sadistic games?!" Takaba's voice rising with anger and humiliation.

"Nothing else would stop me fucking you" Asami stated matter-of-factly.

Takaba was simmering with anger.

I'm going to beat this yakuza at his own game even if I have to put my ass on the line. Just you wait Asami this isn't over!

To be continued...?

dun dun dunnnn! Lol Actually I came up with an idea for another chapter after I finished this one and as one of my commentors wished for Akihito to win, I thought why not give him another chance. :D

Note: the deja vu Takaba experienced was actually a reference to one of my favourite fics to write, 'Trapped between floors' lol