Chapter 5

**** Once again, the characters featured in this piece of fiction do not belong to me, with the exception of Akihiro and Takashi.

This chapter was surprisingly hard to write, I don't really know why but it may be due to my excitement to actually get to this part in this story, or my planning out for the next few chapters are super reliant on the interactions within this chapter...who knows *shrug*, but lets get on with the story!

Ps. Akihito will be referred to as 'Aki' from now on as a nickname, same with Akihiro 'Hiro'

Happy reading!

Warnings: Yaoi, Self-insert OC, Bondage, AU, eventual threesome, Violence, Sibling Incest(?).

**Akihito's POV**

Akihito quickly made his way up to his position near the warehouse where he had been snatched from, hoping that his gear was still there and not 'repurposed' by rival photographers or the police.

"Yes! It's still all here"

Bending down, he gathered up his discarded cap and zipped up the bag after ruffling through it to see that all of his gear was still where it had been left last night. With another glance at his watch, Akihito noticed that he was cutting it close to when Hiro got up for the day and he needed to start seriously moving if he wanted a chance to get home in time.

**at home**

Akihito quickly punched in the code to unlock the front gate before making his way up to the front door, which was opened by Takashi just as he ran up the last few steps.

"Welcome home, Takaba-sama."

Out of breath and mumbling through the morning greetings, Akihito kicked off his shoes before heading towards his room. Alright! Made it just in time before Hiro-nii gets up for the day. Akihito quickly dumped his bag beside his bed before heading to the bathroom to freshen up before Hiro was woken up by Takashi for their morning routine. As he showered, Akihito could only slightly make out the noises coming from the kitchen and assumed that Takashi was already making breakfast. Akihito thought to when he had gone back to the warehouse docks and the surprise that he felt that his gear was where he had (unwillingly) left it behind. When he had left some of his gear behind accidently in the past it had been stolen or vandalised when he had remembered to go back for it. By the time he managed to train it back home, it was almost too late and thankfully Hiro was still asleep when he got home.

The last thing I want to do was try to explain why I didn't call and why I have marks all over...

Jumping out of the shower, he got dressed and made his way to the small dining table where Takashi had started to set up the breakfast placements. Turning away from the dishes he was setting up, Takashi greeted him with a small bow and a 'good morning, Akihito-sama' before heading off; presumably to get Hiro up for the day.

Making his way to his seat, Akihito tried to tug his long sleeves down even further. Damn, I should've worn a different sweater...these sleeves are too short!

"Morning, Onii-san!"

Jerking his head and pushing his arms under the table, Akihito saw his brother cover his mouth with his hand when he yawned while he made his way over to his seat at the table. Takashi who had been closely following behind Hiro, made his way back to the kitchen to grab the last few elements of the breakfast he had prepared for them.

"Morning, Hiro-nii." Akihito tried to act naturally as Hiro's attention turned to him fully. He could feel himself start to fidget under the gaze he felt pinned by and the sweeping eyes over his form. Akihito could only watch in anxious anticipation as Hiro's gaze seemed to harden at something before his eyes locked with his. Heart pounding, Akihito could only gulp as the stare down continued. Sweat started to bead at his temples and upper lip as they seemed to be locked in a stare down and he tried to not give in and blurt out what happened.

"Did you get any good shots, Onii-san?" Akihito slumped in relief as a disarming smile spread over Hiro's face and that his attention was grabbed by Takashi who had just entered the room with coffee. Perfect timing.

Unbeknown to him that Hiro's smile had turned into a frown when Akihito's gaze drifted down to the coffee placed before him.

**Akihiro's POV**

Hiro frowned when he saw Aki turn away from him to glance up at Takashi as he laid the miso soup and steamed rice on the table. It seems that nii-san is hiding something from me...well...why don't I just get it out of him? Hiro could feel the smirk spread over his face as he took another glance over his brother.

Waiting until Aki had taken a bite of rice, Hiro began his task of interrogating his brother. "So, nii-san. You didn't call like you were supposed to and only came home shortly before I was woken up. Care to explain?" Beginning to eat his meal, Hiro watched as Aki froze and seemed to struggle to swallow his rice and his eyes looked away from Hiro's. Yes, he was hiding something.

As Hiro swept his gaze over his brother he saw…markings decorating his exposed collarbones where Aki's sweater slipped off his shoulder as he fidgeted in his seat. Whatever happened last night or this morning very much didn't include just the stake-out Aki had planned. Hiro didn't bother to hear the stumbling excuses that Aki tried to come up with, but rather focussed on the kiss marks decorating Aki's skin around his collarbone and jaw. Someone got to him first...

Placing his chopsticks down, Hiro leaned well into Aki's space and began to punctuate his words with pokes to each of the kiss marks decorating his brothers skin. "Care. To. Explain. These. Nii-san?" with a poke to the last mark, Hiro leaned back with an insincere closed-eyed smile.

The smile widened when he noticed the marks wrapped around Aki's wrists when hands came up to try and shield the marks from view. "Um...n-nothing."

"Really? They don't look like nothing to me though, nii-san." tilting his head a bit, Hiro made a point of drawing Aki's gaze down to his exposed wrists. Clearly displaying the restraint marks that had been left on his brothers skin. Aki fidgeted in his seat and seemed to give up eating and obviously tried to find a way out of explaining what really happened to him on his own accord.

"We remember what happened the last time you tried to hide things from me, don't we nii-san?" Aki's fidgeting got worse and his gaze began to look around for the exists, obviously trying to estimate if he could make it to the door before Takashi could grab him. Rising from his seat, Hiro made his way behind Aki's and placed his hands harshly down on his brothers shoulders, effectively pinning him to his seat.

Leaning in close, breath brushing Aki's ear, Hiro whispered his last warning. "Why don't you explain to me why you are covered in the marks now and I might let you go easier..."

**Asami's POV**

Asami was already in the office, his first meeting of the day had gone well. It seemed that the Diet member needed to be reminded of his place regularly otherwise he began to make trouble. It hadn't taken long to get the police forces attention away from the warehouse docks with a few well placed bribes and threats.

Blowing out a cloud of smoke, Asami smirked as he remembered the fun he had with a little blond hell-kitten last night. That Akihito had turned out to be a better playmate than he had originally anticipated, he had responded so well to stimuli.

"Kirishima, make sure that we have our people keeping an eye on the Takaba brothers at all times. I want to know what they are doing constantly." With a side eye glance, he saw the secretary bow his head in agreement and message his orders to the bodyguard department before turning back to the window to glance over the view while remembering the little 'game' he played with the oldest Takaba brother. Now I just need to get Akihiro alone to see if he is as sensitive as his older brother...

Asami was interrupted from his thoughts when Kirishima's cell phone started to ring and he listened in on the conversation. "Suoh? Yes, I will inform Asami-sama right away."

Kirishima put his phone away and turned to Asami, his face grave. "Sir, we have a problem down at warehouse 5 that you need to look at."

**at warehouse 5**

Asami's fingers tightened around his cigarette as he took in the mess that was in front of him. It seemed that someone decided to leave him a 'gift' strung up in the centre of the warehouse and whoever did it made sure to make a point to incapacitate the guards surrounding the building with tranquilizers before beginning to stage the 'gift' presented before him. The warehouse was filled with the metallic scent of spilled blood and bodily fluids, making the atmosphere in the warehouse chilled as the crew began to take photos and begin the clean-up.

"Asami-sama, our men have been taken back to headquarters for a check-up. But it seems that tranquilizers that were used weren't too strong, just enough to leave them unconscious for an hour or so for the perpetrator to make their way inside and stage this..." Kirishima adjusted his glasses as he took in once again what was left strung up in front of Asami.

"Do we know who this is, Kirishima?"

"I believe that the police shield number is that of Detective Yamazaki..."

Asami took that in and frowned. It seemed that someone had discovered the corruption of the detective and decided to make a message out of him. What was left of the body clearly showed that whoever did this has a lot of contempt for Yamazaki and this message was left as a warning for Asami if the display in his own warehouse was any indication.

Yamazaki was strung up and tortured before he had been killed, but it was how that had Asami questioning the identity of the perpetrator. The detective has been strung up with chains in the position of a crucifixion with his eyes removed. But that wasn't even the half of it, it was what had been cut and pulled through his throat that had Asami cautious.

"Asami-sama, the tongue pulled through the front of the throat is something that is normally done for someone who had lied or in the case of the detective, 'snitched'. Whoever did this knew about Yamazaki's dealings with you and decided to take action against him."

Taking a deep drag of his cigarette, Asami's eyes drifted over the body once more before focussing on the mark branded into Yamazaki's tongue. "...and the mark on the tongue?"

"I'm sorry, Asami-sama. But that mark isn't something I have seen before and will need time to research it."

"Make sure to be swift about it, Kirishima. It seems we have another player entering the field."