AN: Hello again! I needed a bit of a break from SA and I had been sitting on 800+ words for this since a couple of days before I left for that vacation I took on June so I decided to finish it. Speaking of decisions, I thought instead of one super long chapter to wrap up Video-calls I will do it in 3 chapter, this being the first of them so you might see more of this in the not too distant future.

This chapter is mainly cutesy fluff, Asami loves to mess with Aki.

I own nothing (still)

Betaed by fifteenfeb.

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Videolcalls and Weekly Challenges – Chapter 7

Wednesday 3:54am, Tokyo, Japan

Akihito has bitten his nails all the way down to where it hurts and seemed not to even realize it. It was late even for Asami's standards and the man was not home. He wondered if something big was going on because Asami had been coming home later than usual as of late, and he only hoped he could get a wind of it, so he could take some pictures that could get him a nice chunk of change. He wished, he hoped, but he did not actually go off to investigate whether there was something big going on because whatever it was, the last thing he wanted was to get involved in something that could get Asami exposed.

The late arrival of the golden-eyed man to their home over the last few days were not necessarily what had him chewing his nails and practically eating his fingers. No, it was something completely unrelated to that which had been hampered from occurring because by the time Asami got home lately, Akihito was already in bed. He had a question to ask Asami, but Akihito would be lying if he said he was looking forward to bringing the subject up.

How the hell was someone supposed to bring such a subject up to Asami Ryuichi of all people?! How was he supposed to bring something like that up to Asami? Akihito had no clue.

'Hey Asami, welcome home! Now bend over and let me do you… Well, that certainly won't work. He will laugh at me and then, he will fuck me all night just to teach me what he thinks is a lesson.'

He sat down.

He got up.

And he sat down again.

Clearly this wasn't working to calm his nerves because he got up and started pacing again.

'Okay, calm down, Akihito. It's just sex and I'm sure after all the times he had screwed me into unconsciousness, he would see that what's good for the goose is good for the gander and let me take the lead, and top him just this once. Wait! That doesn't make sense... I'm a dude for fuck's sake, I'm a goose, too. So what's good for the goose is good for… the other goose? Yes, that sounds way better. God, I'm starting to think about stupid shit, why isn't he home yet?!'

He stopped and looked at the door before going back to his nail biting and pacing.

'Who am I kidding, that is never going to happen. Asami is way too… gods what's the word? Too… too… dominant? Male? No, no, that one doesn't work because I'm male too, and we're just not gonna go there. He's a top through and through though. I don't even want to begin to contemplate what that means about me right now.'

The fact remained that even though he was 99.9 and ½ percent sure that him doing Asami in the active role of the whole ordeal was not going to happen, even if Asami was drugged and passed out ready to be violated, it simply wasn't possible and would feel wrong as hell. Akihito knew that despite all his bravado, he was too much of a coward to engage in that particular enterprise, the cost of doing such a thing would be too high and he was sure his ass would end up paying for it.

But then again, there was a lot of that bravado of his, and Akihito would be damned if he didn't at least try to bring it up and get a definite "no", which he was sure he was going to get, so it wasn't a big deal, right? He knew to expect a no for an answer, so he would not feel hurt or dejected or less of a man for it, right? He wasn't really that sure about that, but he would cross that bridge when he got to it.

'4:15am, where the hell is Asami?'

Akihito could only hope he was still alive and on his way home because frankly, he was not as much worried about asking the question anymore as he was about the fact that Asami was two and a half hours later than the time he said this afternoon.

Okay, so maybe he was equally worried about the two things, but he was sure that as the minutes ticked by, asking Asami if he could let him top was starting to take more of a back burner.

He called Asami, who didn't answer his phone, and then, he called Kirishima because surely Kirishima would know where Asami was.

Kirishima didn't answer and neither did Suoh. So Akihito did the next logical thing to do when someone you needed to talk to did not answer their phone and there was no way to reach them… He called again, and again, and again until he annoyed the recipient of the call enough that the phone was answered. It was an age old and time proven method so far as he was concerned and if Asami did not want to be pestered, he should have answered the first time.

Asami could hear the sigh of relief at the other side of the line when he finally answered the phone.

"Are you alright? Did something happen?" Akihito asked; jumping straight to his concerns without even bothering to say hello first and Asami couldn't help the smirk that rose to his lips at the obvious concern.

"Why? Are you concerned about my well-being, Akihito? Did you miss me?"

"Because you're not home and I wanted to talk to you. As for the other questions, the answers are no and in your dreams."

"Trust me Akihito, in my dreams, you do a lot more than just miss me." He said with a chuckle.

"Pervert… So what are you doing anyways? Are you on your way home?" Akihito's apprehension was quickly turning into annoyance.

"I had some last minute meetings that I needed to supervise and it has taken longer to get the cooperation I need."

"You mean to tell me that you are not home because you had to take some fingers and break kneecaps or some of that kind of shit! That's what Suoh is there for, you let him deal with that kind of stuff and you come home when you are supposed to!"

In a very low tone, Asami's mocking voice spoke to whom he assumed was either Suoh or Kirishima.

"My lovely wife is at home worried sick about me and in a state of panic, I'll leave you here to sort this out. Report to me first thing in the morning."

There was a quiet snicker coming from the recipient of those words just as Akihito was preparing himself to blow up, the amused chuckle from Asami at that snicker just made his explosion all the more grand.

"I'M NOT IN A STATE OF PANIC AND I'M NOT YOUR FUCKING WIFE, YOU SICK BASTARD!" He screamed into the phone.

Asami, who had been waiting for the loud response to his teasing had already placed his phone at a safe distance from his ear and waited until Akihito quieted down to respond with a very simple "Then, stop acting like it." Accompanied by another chuckle.

He found it absolutely amusing that Akihito addressed first his not being in a state of panic before making the disclaimer of not being his wife. It made him think that his secret little club was starting to get to him and he had begun to accept Tao's claims.

"I'm not… you know what! Fuck it, I'm going to bed, you can get home whenever the hell you feel like it." With that, Akihito hung up on Asami, leaving the man to his amusement thoughts in the back of the limo as he made his way home.

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Forty minutes later, Akihito's still in the living room waiting for Asami despite his previous statement that he was going to bed.

All the lights were off and as soon as he heard the door opening, he laid on the couch pretending to be asleep, so Asami would not tease him. His plan was shot to hell when the smooth baritone of his golden-eyed lover filled the room with "I know you are awake Akihito, there is no need to pretend."

"Who the hell is pretending?" He said, in a valiant effort to save face that led him nowhere.

Less than three minutes later, the blond young man found himself pinned to the living room wall. He still had no idea how he got there.

"Say it."

"Hell no!"

"Akihito." Asami's voice was low and menacing.

"No."

"…" Asami pressed himself closer to Akihito's body, pinning him harder onto the wall.

"I'm not going to say that kind of stuff just because you have developed a new kink all of a sudden."

"Say it."

"I won't."

Akihito shifted as he pulled at the bottom edge of his current attire. At some point between the couch and the wall, he had ended up being relieved of his clothing and those had been replaced with his favorite apron, now he was between Asami and a wall wearing nothing but the short piece of cloth.

Asami pressed him harder as he placed a knee between his legs and he couldn't contain the moan the friction caused. He couldn't believe his body had betrayed him so horribly and was actually getting hard.

His lover growled in his ear and he felt those sharp teeth bit into his earlobe, harder and harder, the longer he remained without saying what Asami wanted to hear. It was starting to get painful and Akihito begun to fear for his ear.

In a barely audible voice, he finally spoke.

"What would you like first; dinner, a bath, or me?"

Asami would have missed it had his ear not been so close to Akihito's mouth. With a satisfied smirk, he yanked Akihito forward and threw the boy over his shoulder as he said, "Well, you, of course."

There was no way Akihito would be able to broach the subject today, maybe he will ask Asami in the morning.

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Remember that comment Tao made, about "housewives of the rich and powerful"? Yeah, Asami would not be Asami if he did not milk that one for some personal fun. He just loves to embarrass our poor Aki.

Tell me what you think,

Setsuna