I am an awful human being. I have not published in a while because of things piling up one after another and I lost track of time. For a bit, I will just being doing short stories unlike the sensei one because of time constraints. Thank you.

He absolutely, positively hated doing this. His treasured cargo pants had finally given up after months upon months of abuse so here he was at the cheapest store he could think of. Even though it was quite cheap, Akihito whimpered at the thought of his near empty wallet. He sighed as he grabbed a pair of soft cargo pants off the rack and headed to the changing room. He was halfway to tugging his jeans down when his phone went off with a familiar ring tone. He scowled as he tried to ignore it after three rings but to save his ass some pain, Akihito answered it.

"Ah, and here I was already planning some punishment." A smooth, deep voice sent a shiver through his body as it brought back explicit memories. "What took you so long to answer, kitten? Were you being naughty again?" He must be crazy to keep coming back to this guy. Asami…what was he to Akihito? A drug? No, even deadlier.

Asami was 6 feet of pure seduction. Women flocked to his clubs to just catch a glimpse of this illustrious underworld lord and men kissed his feet to be part of his ever growing empire. He was the rich of the richest and he was definitely one of the most gorgeous men in the Asia if not the world. With a single look, his golden eyes could reduce anyone into a mindless goop or silence them as if he shot them in the throat. This was without him even trying.

Now in bed, that was a whole new playing field. Akihito could vividly remember last night's session with just the sound of Asami's rich, deep voice. The way he strode through the doorway and approached the young man belonged on a runway. The way Asami unbuttoned each one was an art but the way he flung the shirt behind him with such carelessness was flawless. His mouth searched the young man's body as if it was a popsicle but once they connected, Akihito no longer wanted to see paradise; he had it right there inside him.

So indeed, Asami was worse than any drug on the market. The pleasure and the pain of being with this man was intense to say in a word. After having a taste of it that night in the warehouse, Akihito knew he was a goner. There was no way he could live without that man. The smell of his cigarettes, cologne and his ever present glass of whiskey had been imprinted into his sense but it was the taste of that sweat, cum and those lips that stayed with him throughout the day and night and probably will still be dominate until after his death. Asami truly was the strongest drug.

"Akihito…you haven't answered me. Where are you?" His voice sounded agitated but Akihito knew better; his lover was worried. After Hong Kong, Asami could not bear not calling him at least twice a day. Asami would never let his little photographer how much he truly cared.

"Stop nagging, old man. I'm in a store." A soft shuffling of papers led Akihito to the conclusion that the man was still in his office. No matter how many times he actually said it, Akihito truly did worry for his dangerous lover. One day, Asami might not come back to him. One day, he will wake up in a bed that would never be warm to him. One day, Akihito would have to find solace in a slate of marble and memories. But Akihito would rather be damned than let that happen.

"Why? You could just ask me for things." Asami absentmindedly told him and the blonde scowled. Yeah, he loved the man but he would love to punch him too.

"Well, I didn't so shove it." Akihito pressed his ear against his shoulder with the phone in between in order to take off his tight jeans.

"Tsk, tsk. With that kind of tone, I might have to truly punish you." The yakuza threatened and Akihito's hole twitched with anticipation. He was sick.

"What!? Like hell I'll let that happen!" He spat but all he got was Asami's deep rumbling laughter.

"That is the whole fun of it, my kitten. You love it too, don't you? The struggle, the anxiety but most importantly the impatience gets you all riled up…and I bet you are almost going to burst. I know how much you love this…our phone calls. You can't see me and I can't see you but you hear everything. Your heavy pants, my voice and your own as it cries out in pleasure." Akihito's lean legs couldn't support him anymore as his knees trembled and he collapsed on the floor with the back of his hand in his mouth. How dare this man do this to him in such a public place!

"Damn…you." He gasped out while internally debating whether or not to pleasure himself with his hand.

"Ah, found you." No…not here. A set of heavy footsteps approached his door and it was thrust open and Akihito didn't even need to open his eyes to know who it was. He could recognize that scent of cigarettes anywhere. "My, what a lovely picture. Your face is all flushed and your legs are spread impossibly wide. It is almost like you were waiting for me, my kitten." His hand relinquished the phone but Akihito couldn't care less where it went. He had what he needed. His hazel eyes sharply glared at the yakuza who just inhaled his Dunhill.

"What are you even doing here?" He panted. "Shouldn't you be robbing someone's bank account or shooting someone's head off?" A smirk graced that glorious visage.

"I am glad you think so highly of me." Asami withdrew the shortened stick and stabbed it into a nearby table and closed the door after he entered.

"What…get out!" Even he knew his words sounded weak.

"As if you could convince me with a face like that." Asami slowly untied his tie and did quick work of binding those slender wrists together. He threw his suit jacket over the door and then knelt down to observe the trembling boy. This would be a glorious feast. Asami pulled the younger man into his lap and the two locked eyes almost in an internal battle but the millisecond Akihito blinked, Asami devoured that tempting mouth. Their tongues engaged in an erotic tango and the photographer wrapped his tied arms around the yakuza's neck to get even closer while Asami's warm hand slid down the arched back and his fingers lightly touched the hem of his boxers.

"Asami…Asami…" Akihito chanted every time the golden eyed man let him breathe. "P…please." He was reaching his limit. After that whole conversation on the phone and actually having the man in his arms again, Akihito could only beg for release.

"Please what?" When Akihito did not respond, Asami pulled his lips and hands away. "If you do not tell me, how am I supposed to know?" Akihito bit his bottom lip but the need outweighed his logic. His trembling lips found the man's ear and it took him awhile for his panting to calm before he dug his own grave.

"Please…Asami…take me." The way those eyes glinted went straight to Akihito's groin. His ass would not be spared that night. What Akihito didn't know was how right he was. Asami endured four tedious meetings with mindless fools who refused to give him the deal he wanted so he resulted to brute force and threatening. It was stressful to not just shot them in the head.

"Oh, and how would you like me to take you?" He shifted the boy so that he sat in open legs, facing the mirror. "Rough? Without rest? Hmm? Would you like that, kitten?" Akihito's arms swung back so Asami's neck was still captive.

"…hard…" He whispered and Asami's lust for the boy was ignited to a scorching heat. With a whirl of motions, Akihito was as naked as the day he was born while Asami only unbuttoned his shirt and slacks. The heat emitting from under his ass made Akihito shiver in anticipation. He was so sick.

"Does a naughty boy like you deserve preparation?" Asami's hands shifted the boy in order to let his impressive manhood spring from its confines. "I think not." Without another word, the yakuza lifted the lithe body and slammed into it. A strangled cry ripped through the blonde's throat as his body desperately tried to remove whatever has been put inside him. Asami lightly pecked the boy's neck in attempts to calm him and whispered sweet nothings into his ear. Slowly, the pressure around Asami's cock lessened and the two found their usual brutal pace. Akihito's voice echoed in the room and it only urged Asami to pound harder and faster into that submitting body.

"Asami…Asami…more!" His boy begged and Asami complied while facing the mirror still.

"Do you see yourself, Akihito? Look at how your body just takes me in. Look at how your hole just swallows me up. What a lewd body. It takes in such a large object into itself and so greedily. You were just waiting for me to come weren't you?" And the next two hours continued like this: Asami repositioning them after they both climaxed and continued their endless loving in that small changing room.

…

"Wait where did all the other shoppers go?"

"I paid for everything in this store so no one else would be in here."

"…"

"Just say thank you."

"No."