Shoutout to one of my best friend who helps me through everything and gives me ideas for my stories. Still a rookie at the sex scenes so bear with me.

The strobe lights were a fabulous array of colors that were flashing in all kinds of times and sending a frenzy on the dance floor. The dance floor was sleek with white tile and several rugs in the plush booths but most of the customers were out on the floor and our hero was no exception. It was a rare night for the boy to be out but he just landed a huge scandal involving a diet member and a well known model...who was married to a respectable member of government...who was also in the same hotel with another married woman...who was married to the diet member. His boss was ecstatic with the blonde's find and gave him an ample amount of money that he gave to the bank in his savings that were headed for a new camera - a Canon EOS-1Ds Mark III SLR Digital Camera. It had fast, high-quality shooting. Even the video output interface and FireWire are designed with speed in mind. The full-frame 16+ megapixel image sensor combines with a fast image processor to deliver shots as fast as four frames per second with high resolutions.

But anyways, Akihito kept a little for himself and his friends as they stumbled into the hottest club of the season - Carmine. It was all the rave with its inventive drinks, pumping vibes, new and popular DJs, and no expense was heeded when furnishing the club. Akihito had a friend who now worked the bar who agreed to let the trio in through the back in order to avoid the hassle of the queue. The boy was dressed in tight black jeans, combat boots, a white muscle tee and a flannel tied around his waist. The music was definitely pumping since it kept Akihito's hips swaying to the beat. Sweat began trickling down his neck as the temperature rose due to the dancers becoming more and more zealous as the songs got raunchier. Kou and Takato headed to the bar to grab some drinks to cool themselves down and somehow manage to grab a booth. Akihito decided to stay because he was getting more into the songs and dance that he couldn't tear himself from the floor. A new song was beginning and everyone was anxiously waiting and began screaming when they recognized the song. It was English but was getting very popular in Japan and almost everyone knew the lyrics to the song.

You're the light, you're the night

You're the color of my blood

You're the cure, you're the pain

You're the only thing I wanna touch

Never knew that it could mean so much, so much

Akihito threw his arms in the air as he listened to the song and moved with the beat. Whenever he heard this, his mind would wander to a certain golden-eyed man. He imagined how bright his eyes would turn whenever Akihito did something that the man considered sexy. He would image how large his body was and would eclipse any light when the yakuza laid on top of him. He remembered the long, sensual nights on the island that were spent curing the nightmares. He remembered the tortuous nights that were passed in the secret room whenever he was being punished. He shuddered in disgust at the memory of that Sakazaki making him do obscene things and the realization that it was only the damned yakuza who he would ever allow touch him. But it was the memory of the pain of being separated during his imprisonment in Hong Kong.

You're the fear, I don't care

'Cause I've never been so high

Follow me to the dark

Let me take you past our satellites

You can see the world you brought to life, to life

Akihito shivered as he pictured the man's eyes that could cut through steel whenever he was angry. He remembered that one time that he tried to run away from the man only to be found a day later. The yakuza was unforgiving that night and left him with bruises and many promises of more but it only heightened the anticipation that Akihito always craved. He's had girlfriends before but none of them could excite him like the older man with his unique scent of cigarettes and cologne and the taste of bourbon and whiskey on his talented tongue. He never would admit to the man but he relied on the crimelord to watch his every move so that he would be safe. He would always say that he could take care of himself but without his lover, he never would make it out of anything alive and he adored the man for his protectiveness. Even without cellphones, the two would always find a way to communicate - well beyond physical means. And it was at night, in that grandous bed that their passion would be unleashed and Akihito let loose of any trouble or pains and just was with the man with every fiber of his being. That was the monster that the man released in the blond.

So love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do

Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do

Touch me like you do, to-to-touch me like you do

What are you waiting for?

How else was this man supposed to love a free soul like Akihito? If the man didn't have the controlling personality that he had, Akihito would leave them in a heart beat. He secretly loved it whenever Asami told him that he belonged to the yakuza and the way he trailed his fingertips up and down his body in the slowest pace known to mankind with his warm breath coating his neck. But he always had a feeling that the crimelord was holding back on him. Akihito felt that the man had so much more to give him but pulling himself back...but why? He wanted it all.

Fading in, fading out

On the edge of paradise

Every inch of your skin is a holy gray I've got to find

Only you can set my heart on fire, on fire

Yeah, I'll let you set the pace

'Cause I'm not thinking straight

My head spinning around I can't see clear no more

What are you waiting for?

Every night, Akihito would vanish into the dark of the bedroom and would even then delve into deeper darkness as his energy rapidly depleted but the pleasure was addicting. One night, Akihito laid on top of the man who actually dozed off before him and the photographer made it his mission to just feel the man. Every ridge of muscle, every bulge of it, the calloused hands and fingers, the scars from an infinite amount of fights and the gun shot wounds that signified how close to death his lover was getting to. He wanted to know it all by memory...just in case. But before he could finish the mission, the man awoke and soon set the embers into a flame once again. There was no stopping the man once he got into his own rhythm and Akihito could only hang on in hope of keeping up...but he never could because the pain made him delirious. He used to never have exceptions. A criminal was a criminal period. But this man muddled with his vision and he could no longer see what was true anymore but he only knew that this man was holding him and was with him every moment that he could spare. But why did he hold back?

The song repeated the chorus over and over and Akihito flung his neck back and kept silently chanting the man's name with those plump lips. His hips continued its sensual movements and soon everyone's eyes were on the glowing boy who was swallowing the darkness with his radiance. Sweat was rolling off his body but it only managed to catch the strobe lights and sent the rest of the dancers into a frenzy with the eroticness of the naive boy. Both arms were up and one slowly slid down the other and then soon the rest of his body was touched by his nimble hands and the heat rose. Some tried to dance with the boy but he would only ignore them and soon felt dejected and left. The blonde's two best friends meanwhile were distracted by two women who graced their table and didn't notice when a man came from the shadows and joined the hazel-eyed boy. It took a split second for the boy to recognize the scent - Asami Ryuichi.

The boy's electric eyes met the smoldering ones and soon his arms found themselves wound around the taller man's neck while his back rubbed against the expansive chest. Asami's large hands reclaimed the boy's body and Akihito allowed his head to nuzzle itself in the crook of his neck. The sweat smelled like the boy in his arms and a bulge began to form in his expensive trousers. He was watching the boy from the balcony and smirked as he saw the boy mouth his name. He made his way down to the floor slowly, like a panther, and waited for the song to finish before joining his young lover.

"Do you often dance like this?" Asami's voice was like nothing on this earth. It was a deep rumble but it was clear and it never failed to send a shiver down Akihito's spine. He lived for that voice.

"Why? Did you like the show?" There was no need for shouting since they were practically glued to each other.

"Very much so. But if you always dance like this, I might have to order you to restrict yourself for the bedroom. I could install everything and we can dance every night." Asami suggested as his fingers teased the boy along the hem of his jeans. Akihito's breath hitched as the yakuza's other hand rubbed his nipples through the thin shirt.

"Like hell I'd do that for you, b-bastard." He moaned slightly as Asami's lips latched onto his neck.

"Say that again and it will be a long night." Akihito trembled as his nimble fingers tangled themselves into the black hair and pulled slightly.

"Not if I escape." Asami's drive was maximized by the tug at his hair and he would rather die than let the boy escape.

"Try it and it will be a long night in that room." Asami promised.

"B-bastaAAH!" Asami's expert hands delved in the back of the boy's jeans and drove hard into the orifice, dry. Tears began to spring out of the photographer's eyes and Asami licked them off.

"Now be a good boy and come with me...unless you would rather do it right here." Akihito leaned into the man's chest and that was the signal of submission. Asami smirked and withdrew his finger in order to lift the boy into his arms and lead them to the second floor that was off limits to everyone but this was Asami's club afterall. But his kitten didn't need to know that. Asami walked into his office and shut the door with his foot and then pressed his lover against the mahogany door and kissed him senseless.

God his tongue is so wicked. The way it just claims my mouth makes me want to make him my ruler. Akihito moaned into the kiss as Asami quickly ripped off the tied flannel and flung it somewhere in the room. The yakuza tore them from the door and nearly threw him onto the couch. Akihito's breath labored as he watched the man approach him with those predatory eyes and his eyes were glued as the crimelord slowly undid his tie and jacket. Asami flung his clothes behind him and was soon looming over the younger man and pressed his hot body against the other. Akihito nearly came right there.

"My, I have barely touched you and you are already like this...so lewd…" Asami whispered into his ear and Akihito moaned as he felt those familiar hands trail up his body as if mapping him. And he found his treasure. Asami's lips clasped onto the boy's perky nipples through the t-shirt and Akihito was a goner.

"A-asami! P-please just-just put it in! Don't tease!" Akihito nearly screamed in desperation and how could the yakuza deny the boy and himself. The two had been separated for about two weeks and it was showing almost alarmingly. Some could say that they lived off of each other.

Asami quickly undid both of their pants and Akihito sighed in satisfaction when he felt the tip of his desire at his entrance. The crimelord entwined their hands and pushed them above the blonde's head as he plunged into paradise. The music from the club was pounding and so was Asami. (I was listening to Crave You by Flight Facilities so if you are able to…) The tightness of Akihito would drive Asami insane one day and that might be very well soon and the sounds that he can elicit from his lover were divine and it only drove Asami harder.

"Faster! Deeper! Please! Ryuichi!" Akihito was reduced to four words whenever he was finally connected with his lover again and Asami was swallowing all of them. At times, the yakuza would still just to watch his boy squirm with need and attempting to impale himself but Asami would just keep his hands on his waist to cease all movement. Akihito would begin to beg and Asami would only relent if he heard what he wanted to hear.

I'm yours, Asami Ryuichi.

Oh how four words could reduce a man of his level but it was his lover after all. Asami gave give no warning before pounding in the boy again and Akihito screamed until his voice was gone but he loved every minute of this.

Crave you…

This went beyond a simple crave; it was a need. Just like how flowers needed the sun to grow, Asami needed his light in his life to see any purpose in it. Just like how the salmon would always return to its birthplace, Akihito would return to the place that he belonged to. They were beyond the common form of love.

"Ryuichi...I...I can't! I...I'm gonna….gonna cum!" Akihito screamed as he reached his climax but Asami pulled out caused his young lover to wail.

"Not yet." He pulled the boy into his arms and led them to the desk and dumped him on top of it and returned to his haven. Again, a ruthless pace was sent. In. Out. In. Out. At one point, Akihito didn't know when one started and ended; all he knew was that he needed more of it.

"Please...Please...Ryuichi! Let me come! Please I can't...I need to!" Akihito begged with tears streaming down his face and Asami finally complied and sent some violent thrusts straight onto the blonde's prostate and the photographer screamed as he was finally granted release. His fingernails dug into the yakuza's back and caused little bleeding while his mouth was covered by the man's talented one. Asami rode out the boy's orgasm while getting closer and closer to his own. Akihito could only lay on the table, dazed and sated, while the man on top of him continued to thrust into him. A soft sigh escaped the man's lips and Akihito instantly felt a rush of hot liquid fill him up. Akihito came again.

"Ryu..Ryuichi...so full." Akihito whispered and Asami chuckled while rubbing the boy's ass.

"And you took it all, kitten. Do you like your milk?" The yakuza teased.

"Oh go to hell."