A/N: Sorry for the late update, I literally have the attention span of a ferret XD. I do not own Finder or any of the cannon characters, this is purely just a work of fiction. This is my first fanfiction, so be gentle but comments are appreciated!

Chapter 3:

Akihito's POV

Akihito stepped out of the hot shower, grabbing one of the fluffy white towels hanging up and wrapping it around his waist. He sat down on the edge of the tub and began drying his hair with a smaller towel. As he sat and worked on drying himself off, delicious smells wafted into the room, practically causing the blonde to drool. Whatever Asami was cooking, he knew it was going to be good.

Once he was done drying his hair, Aki grabbed the pair of camo boxer's Asami must have slipped in while he was taking a shower and put them on. He was about to reach for the door when his phone went off on the counter. Picking it up, he saw it was an email. How did Asami even get internet out here?!

Brushing that off with a shake of the head, Aki leaned against the counter and opened up his emails. He brightened up almost immediately, a grin appearing on his lips as he saw it was from Fei Long. It was titled: "生日问候！Birthday Greetings!"

Aki, I hope you have a wonderful birthday filled with smiles. How has it been going go far? Good I hope. Remember to tell that mean, overprotective asshat that he had better do something nice for you.

-Fei Long

Akihito found himself grinning wider, always amused to see what new insulting name the Chinese man would use for Asami. He quickly started replying back, his thumbs speeding across the keyboard.

Thank you for the message, Fei! Today has been going pretty great. The "asshat" planned a trip out camping for the both of us….in a cabin. He's such a city boy, doesn't know what actual camping is, and the bastard has been teasing me all day! But, it's a lot of fun.

After he sent the email, Aki opened the bathroom door and looked down, seeing a pair of bunny slippers right outside the door. They looked new, unlike the ones he had back at the penthouse which were getting worn out. It made Akihito smile warmly as he stepped into them, mentally wondering how Asami could get any more amazing. It was just like him to make even the tiniest details perfect.

He walked down the short hallway and into the living room, looking out of the corner of his eye at Asami, whom which was still cooking away at the stove. Aki couldn't see over Asami's shoulder to see what it was he was making, but he could see a rice cooker on the counter. So whatever it was, they were having rice with it.

Aki sat down on the couch to wait until the food was ready, stretching out lazily as he got comfortable. The familiar ding that was his phone's notification tone went off again, and immediately Akihito opened the email, eager to read it. Despite everything that happened in Hong Kong a few years ago, the two kept in touch through email and slowly became good friends.

I'm glad you're having a good time, even though I would have planned something more spectacular for such a special day. But as long as you're happy, then I won't fly over and steal you. What day will you be back home?

-Fei Long

An annoyed scoff left his lips when he read that, his eyes rolling as he went to work on his reply, shaking his head. Some things just never change, and Aki had gotten used to the comments Fei would make at times in their conversations. It made him feel uncomfortable, but there was no stopping it. It wasn't like he could tell Asami, not when he didn't even know Aki was still in contact with the Banshee leader.

We should be heading home Sunday, before the work week begins. Why?

Almost as soon as he sent the email, a reply was sent back. Wow, that was fast.

No reason.

-Fei Long

"Who are you talking to?"

Aki shoved his phone into his pocket, standing up. "Just replying to a birthday message." Akihito said, receiving a small nod from Asami.

"Well, dinner is ready, so sit." Asami said, pulling out a chair for Aki to sit.

Once he had sat down, Asami pushed his chair in and sat in the chair across from hm. Blue eyes eagerly looked down to see what Asami had made for his birthday dinner, expecting some type of fancy food that he couldn't even pronounce the name of. However, instead it was a meal that he was delightfully familiar with, one of his favorite meals from when he was a kid. Omurice.

"Oh…wow…I wasn't expecting this." Aki mumbled, unable to keep his surprise to himself.

"Hm? Enlighten me as to what it was you were expecting then."

"Well, knowing you I thought you would make some rich, fancy person food that I had never heard of before just to show off that you're some sort of secret master chef."

Asami chuckled and shook his head, pulling Akihito's plate over to himself as he picked up the bottle of ketchup that had been sitting on the table. He began squirting the ketchup on, seemingly writing something onto the omelet.

"I considered it, but this trip is for you. It's your birthday, so I thought it fitting to make something the brat would like. Anything for my Kitten." As he said this, Asami slid the plate back over.

Slowly looking down to see what was written, Akihito found himself staring at the ketchup written "Kitten" that was on his omelet. He knew he should feel annoyed, but instead all he could feel was the pounding of his heart in his chest from the man's words. How it was Asami could make him feel both annoyed and like he had butterflies in his stomach at the same time was beyond Aki.

The blonde shook his head, taking a bite of the delicious smelling food. It tasted almost better than it smelled, Aki realized as he quickly shoveled another bite into his mouth…fallowed by another one. It made him feel warm inside, like his grandmothers had made him feel when he was young.

"Oh my god, Asami this is amazing! It's delicious! Where did you learn to make Omurice like this?" Aki asked, mouth full.

Asami's amused look faltered for a small moment, almost unnoticeably. Akihito had spent so much time around Asami, studying him and his reactions, that he noticed it immediately. He was about to tell him never mind, that he didn't have to tell him, but Asami began answering his question.

"I had a little half-brother I took care of when I was younger, so I learned how to cook his favorite meals. This was one of them. It seems to be a hit with all brats." He said, shrugging as he took a bite from his own plate.

Akihito was speechless for a moment to say the least. Asami had never opened up to him about his family, so Aki had always been under the impression he didn't have any to speak about. This was definitely mindboggling information to take in.

"You have a little brother?! Why haven't I ever heard of him before? Where is he?" Akihito asked, slowly eating another bite.

"I did, yes, but he's dead now. He died a while back, while I was still in college."

Aki's eyes widened, a devastated expression appearing on his delicate features.

"Oh…wow. I'm so sorry, Asami. I didn't know…"

Asami stood and walked over, resting a hand on Aki's head, mussing through his hair. "Don't be sorry, Akihito. It's been so long now, it doesn't matter anymore."

"Do you mind if I ask…how old he was when he died? Or…how he died?" Aki asked, looking up at the tall man.

` "No, I don't mind. I was twenty when Shinji died, so he was twelve. He had been ill since infancy, and he just wasn't strong enough to fight anymore."

A small nod. "You said you took care of him? So did he live with you?"

"You ask too many questions, but yes, he did. When I went off to college I took him with me so I could still care for him." Asami said, staring out one of the cabin's windows. Akihito could tell that wherever Asami's mind was, it wasn't there with him.

"You were a good brother, Asami. He was lucky to have you," Akihito smiled at Asami as the other moved to sit back down, "One day you're going have to show me a picture of him. I bet he looked just like you!"

Asami actually started laughing, taking Akihito off guard. What had he said that was so funny?! Whatever it was, Aki was sure he was about to find out as Asami reached into his pocket and pulled out his black leather, Dunhill wallet. He searched through it for a few moments before he pulled out what looked to be a worn, folded up photo.

"Oh no, he looked just like his mother. Here, have a look." He said, passing the photo over while still chuckling lightly.

Akihito unfolded the photograph, and his lips turned up into a gentle smile. The photo showed a small boy with the curliest light brown hair, his cheeks peppered with little freckles, and these big puppy brown eyes. He was propped up on a couch, clearly pouting over something Asami did or wouldn't let the boy do. On first glance, Aki couldn't tell the boy was sick, but when he looked closer he could see how thin and pale the boy was. His face was flushed, and the big brown eyes looked tired.

Swallowing thickly, Aki passed the photo back over. "You're right, you two look nothing like. He looked like a cute little puppy, where you're more like a predatory animal that's always stalking its prey."

Asami slipped the photo back into his wallet, smirking as he met Aki's pale blue eyes. "Oh? If that's so, then that makes you my prey. And if that's the case, then I'm going have to show you exactly what being my prey means tonight."

A tiny "eep" left Akihito's lips, the blonde blushing as he pushing himself back against his chair. His eyes were wide, because he knew Asami wasn't playing. That mischievous, devious look on the perverted man's face told him that much! Maybe I don't want him to be…No! You definitely want him to be playing, Aki! Stop being stupid!

"A-Ah no! That's not necessary! I was just messing with you, Asami! No need for any of that!" Aki said quickly.

"Don't act like you don't like it, you're just lying to yourself," Asami smirked, leaning forward before gesturing to Aki's plate with his chopsticks, "Now, finish eating before your food gets cold."

Pouting and flustered, the birthday boy began eating his meal. For a while, the two ate in silence, occasionally sharing a few glances as they ate. Aki took his time to enjoy the meal that his man had made for him, savoring its simple yet delicious taste. He tried his best to eat all of it, but he couldn't eat any more than half without feeling almost painfully full. This had become normal over the last month or so, Aki not having the appetite of a bottomless pit.

Setting his chopsticks down, Akihito leaned back and rubbed his stomach dramatically. "I'm sooo full Asami! I think I need to go ahead and go to bed to sleep this off! Goodnight Asami!"

If I can just get past him fast enough I can get a head start. Then that bastard will have to chase me. Akihito nodded to himself, before he shook his head quickly. Why would I want that?! No, I'll lock the door until he promises to ravi- Ah hell! Til he promises not to do the thing!

The blonde attempted this tactical plan of escape of his, standing up from the table as he tried to move hurriedly past the older man before he could react. He was unsuccessful as he felt a strong grip on his wrist, and then he was in Asami's lap with his lover's face so close that Akihito could feel Asami's hot breath tickling his nose.

"You aren't getting away that easily, Akihito. I'm a predator, remember? Nothing will stop me from eating my prey, you, right up. Running will only make me more eager." Asami said in a low voice, holding Aki's gaze.

Akihito felt his heart pounding in his chest as he moved to straddle Asami, pressing his forehead against the other's. Feeling the strong arms wrap around his waist, his own moved to wrap around the Crime Lord's neck instinctually.

"Ever think that's exactly what I was going for?" Why did I just say that?!

Asami's smirk darkened, his golden orbs dancing like fire. "My little kitten is tempting me on purpose? Well I certainly won't disappoint. I'll make sure I devour you in ways you didn't know were possible."

No matter how hard he tried to stop himself, Akihito couldn't keep his words from spilling out, knowing he was only making it so much worse for himself.

"In ways I didn't know possible? Is there anything you haven't done to me yet?"

"There is so much I have yet to do to you, but it will have to wait until later. You still haven't had dessert yet, and I have other things to take care of."

"Dessert? You made dessert too!?" Aki asked, his attention shifting to the promise of sweets.

Chuckling and shaking his head, Asami gestured towards the kitchen with his head. "I haven't made it because I thought you should choose your birthday dessert, and I knew you would enjoy it if we made it together. So, what is it that you want?"

Aki grinned, sitting up excitedly on Asami's lap, their previous discussion pushed to the back of his mind for the time being.

"Crêpes! I want crêpes!" He hadn't had crepes in so long, and it was a dessert he was familiar with making.

Asami had a thoughtful look on his face before he nodded, reaching up to rest his hand on Akihito's head fondly. "Crêpes it is. Anything you should need is in the kitchen, so go ahead and get started. I'll help once it comes time for the cooking."

The blonde didn't even mind being treated like a kid at the moment, instead just nodding happily and jumping up from his spot to run over to the kitchen, mentally going through the recipe he had learned from his grandmother. It had been a while since he had made crêpes, but Aki felt like it would be like riding a bike. No matter how long it was since last time he did it, it would just come naturally.

"I'll be back soon, I'm going out to chop wood for a fire." Asami said before disappearing out the front door, leaving Aki alone in the kitchen.

Akihito hummed as he looked around for an apron he could wear, spotting two on a couple of hooks. One was a simple black apron, much larger than the other. The second was a black and red tartan plaid apron with decretive black embroidery around the edges. Grabbing the plaid apron, Aki slipped it on over his head and tied the string in the back. Now he was ready to begin.

Searching the wooden cabinets until he found a pan, he put it on the stove and turned on the burner. Letting it heat up, Aki grabbed the butter from the fridge and cut the appropriate amount off the stick before putting it into the pan to begin melting, adding a pinch of salt. While the butter worked on melting, Aki went back to the fridge and went ahead and grabbed out the two eggs and milk he would need later.

Pulling the canister of flower that was resting on the counter towards him, Akihito measure out a cup. After measuring half a cup of milk and water, he began putting all the ingredients into a mixing bowl. Noticing the butter was melted, he reached over and turned the burner off, then turned his attention back to the bowl.

Grabbing out a whisk, Aki began whisking the ingredients together carefully, not wanting to make a mess. Reaching over for the pan of melted butter and remembering his past failed mistakes, Aki poured the butter in slowly, all the while whisking continuously with his free hand. Once it was mixed together and smoothed, Aki covered the bowl with plastic wrap to let the batter set for the half an hour, or so that it needed before he left to find Asami.

Once out the door and on the porch, Akihito was greeted with quiet the lovely sight, making him lick his lip. Asami was chopping logs one after the other in half, the power of each swing of the axe slicing through them in one go. Asami had taken his shirt off and has it tied around his waist so that Aki could see the muscles in his back ripple with each powerful swing. This was enough to make the blonde fall backwards onto one of the porch chairs.

Aki didn't miss Asami glancing back at him, nor did he miss the prideful smirk. But honestly, he didn't care. All he could care about was watching his sexy man's back muscles ripple, and become so turned on he couldn't think straight. Damn he's so hot…

Akihito lost track of how long he sat there watching Asami chop wood, just as he lost track of how many logs his lover chopped. It wasn't until the sun started setting that he snapped out of daze and decided it was time to head back inside.

"Asami, I think you're good!" He called out, standing up and walking to the edge of the porch.

Asami stopped chopping and turned, looking at the boy before glancing at the impressive stack of firewood. "Perhaps you're right. This should be an efficient amount."

"Do you want me to help carry it in?" Aki asked, ready to help.

"No, I'm just bringing in enough for tonight. I'll come back for the rest in the morning." Asami said, beginning to bend down and lift the heavy firewood into his arms.

Once he was loaded up, Asami headed up the steps to the porch and swiftly walked past the still gawking boy. Akihito just couldn't stop from staring, looking from the man's muscled, sweaty body wantingly. His eyes moved from the man's muscled chest to those strong arms, the muscles in which were straining as he carried the heavy weight. Everything about Asami right now just screamed sexy, and it made Akihito want to pounce on him right then and there, to hell with dessert.

Turning, Aki fallowed Asami back into the cabin, watching as he sat the wood down next to the fire place. He grabbed a few logs and tossed them in, soon getting a fire started so it could start getting the cool cabin nice and toasty warm.

Asami brushed his hands off on his pants before he turned. "I'm going to take a quick shower."

"Okay, I'm going to keep working on the crêpes." Aki said, watching Asami as he headed down the hallway and into the bathroom.

Asami's POV

Asami stood under the hot shower stream, arm resting against the wall as the powerful jets hit his back. He just stood there for a long time, letting himself think about the conversation they held over dinner. It was abnormal for him to speak so openly about something so personal, even to his boy. He had no qualms about doing so, but it did make him curious about when things changed. Before he kept everything personal to himself, never letting his guard down around anyone. That was until Takaba Akihito came into his life.

Ever since he met the photographer, his life had taken an interesting turn. He had found someone who didn't want his money or status, he found someone who wasn't scared of him no matter what he did. Not only had he found a person like this, he had taken that person and now they were his. Akihito was his, and his alone.

Turning off the shower, Asami stepped out and grabbed a towel from the rack, using it to dry his hair off enough so that it wasn't dripping. Once he had dried off his body as well, he grabbed the dark grey robe that was hanging on the door and put it on before he left the bathroom, a cloud of steam fallowing him.

Once he got to the end of the hall, he stopped and let his eyes move to his Kitten, whom which was just now finishing up cooking the crêpes and singing under his breath as he danced. The scene made the raven haired man chuckle in utter amusement and adoration, shaking his head as he grabbed a box of cigarettes from the pocket of the robe and lit it, taking a long drag.

Asami stared mostly at Akihito's ass, watching it sway and move as the boy danced to his own music. He had always loved Akihito's bubble butt, loving to slap it or grab it whenever he could. Sometimes he wondered how a man could be gifted with such a feminine ass, but often decided just to be grateful for it.

After watching for a few moments, Asami walked up behind Akihito and slapped his ass, smirking as the surprised squeal that left the boy's lips. He wrapped an arm around the smaller's waist, his other holding his cigarette, leaning down so his chin was resting on Akihito's shoulder. Asami pressed a hot kiss to his neck before nipping his earlobe.

"A-Asami-" Akihito began to protest, his cheeks becoming a lovely scarlet color.

"Go cut up some pears for me." He murmured into Akihito's ear, smirking as his lover shivered and nodded, going to do so.

Akihito grabbed the red Asian pears from the hanging metal basket next to the fridge, setting them on a cutting board. Asami held out a knife, offering it over.

"T-Thanks…" The knife was taken, and soon the sound of chopping fruit filled the kitchen.

While Akihito was busy chopping up the pears, Asami got busy with starting a caramel sauce for the crêpes. After heating up another pan, he started with butter and sugar. He slowly stirred, waiting until the sugar became a caramel color, then added lemon and orange juice for an acidic cut to the sweetness.

After mixing the juice in, he turned and grabbed the now chopped up pears, adding them into the caramel sauce. He coated the pears with the sauce before he grabbed the thin crêpes off of the plate sitting on the counter, putting them into the pan. After soaking the crêpes in the sauce, he began to fold them into triangles. As he did so, he took occasional drags from his cigarette.

He shook the pan back and forth while it cooked, taking occasional glances back to Akihito, whom was leaning against the fridge watching with a beautiful, aroused look. Asami relished in that expression, wanting to see just how flustered he could get his boy before he couldn't control himself.

Turning his attention back to the crêpes, Asami grabbed The Massougnes 1801 cognac from the counter (This was one of Asami's most extravagant and rarest purchases, but only the best for his Kitten.) He poured two large shots of the cognac, adding them into the pan before pulling the pan back and igniting the alcohol, beginning to Flambé the crêpes.

Asami heard a quiet gasp from beside him, making the man smirk as he used a spatula to put the crêpes onto their individual plates. He spooned what was left of the caramel sauce and pears onto Akihito's crêpes (Leaving his own without it as he wasn't fond of sweets), turning off the stove and putting all the dishes into the sink.

"Come on, let's eat." Asami said, setting the plates down on the table. He grabbed the bottle of cognac and poured himself a glass.

As Akihito took a seat, Asami sat in his own. Now that they were facing one another, he could clearly see Akihito's face now. His cheeks had darkened from before, his pupils dilated. The boy kept squirming in his seat, obviously restless. Just looking at Akihito's face made Asami want to throw him against the nearest wall and ravish him.

He watched as the boy took a small bite of the dessert, his own pupils dilating when Akihito moaned from the sweet taste. Asami licked his lips as he watched Akihito eat his crêpes, a hungry look on his own face that wasn't at all directed towards his food.

"This is so good, Asami. The caramel sauce you made…it's fantastic!"

"Mm…glad you enjoy it." Asami said, taking a small sip of the cognac.

Asami only took a couple bites of his own dessert, but he was too enthralled in watching Akihito's face as he ate, the erotic way in which he did so. Asami thought it would be Akihito who would break first, but how wrong he was.

Putting his cigarette out, Asami stood and in a fluid motion, lifted Akihito up and slammed him against the wall. He pressed his lips roughly to the boy's, tasting the sweet caramel sauce on his lips. Arms wrapped around his neck as Akihito kissed him back, moaning into the passionate kiss.

Asami pulled back to trail rough kisses down his neck that would later turn into beautiful bruises against his pale skin. Reaching his shoulder, Asami bit down, receiving a soft cry. Akihito's hand had moved up to tangle into dark hair, and Asami soon felt his hair getting pulled.

"Dammit, stop teasing me Asami! Take me to the room and fuck me you bastard!" Akihito snapped, trying to grind his hips against Asami.

"Hmm…someone doesn't know how to say 'please,' do they?" Asami taunted, his golden orbs piercing into the needy blue ones that stared at him.

The photographer glared, pulling Asami's head towards him so he could crash their lips together. That was it for both of them, as they were all over each other. Asami couldn't keep his lips off of Akihito's, each kiss being met with a rougher, more passionate one that fallowed.

Asami blindly carried the boy down the hall, their lips never breaking as he threw open the bedroom door. He tossed the horny birthday boy onto the bed, shutting the door behind them. Tonight was going to be interesting.