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Chapter 9

Lights out, television playing, Asami laid back in the bed with his precious boy in his lap, his blonde head against the strong chest. Akihito was very focused on the stupid horror movie playing, something with zombies or whatever, but Asami on the other hand couldn't look anywhere but at his lover. Every day he looked paler, dropping pounds faster than he could count. Each time he held Akihito in his lap it felt like he was getting more fragile, like glass. They weren't even half way through his treatments, he had only had a couple at this point. Asami was scared to see what his little kitten would look like by the end. But if he was alive, then that was all that mattered.

The crimelord was torn from his thoughts when Aki spoke up from his lap, it was then he noticed the movie was at its end credits. He had barely watched it, and what he had seen he didn't even remember.

"Um…Asami. Remember when you said you would bring me "good" food when I was able to eat it?" Akihito asked, looking up at him with big innocent eyes. It made Asami smile.

"I do recall saying that, yes."

"Well…Gramps said I could have solid foods again as long as I wasn't feeling sick. And since it's been a couple days since my last treatment…I don't feel nauseous anymore. So I was thinking that maybe we could go and get something together? Please?"

Asami sighed as the other turned around to look at him pleadingly. He looked the blonde photographer up and down, the gears in his head spinning and working. All that was going through his head was all that could go wrong with Akihito leaving the hospital, but he knew a lot of it was just him being paranoid and overprotective. Still though.

"You haven't been released to go out of the hospital yet, but I could send Suoh-"

"No! No…please Asami." Akihito interrupted, "I'm really feeling much better! And…I don't have any more treatments for a while…" He trailed off.

Closing his eyes, the golden eyed man sighed again. "Are you sure you feel like going out?"

"Yes! I need to do this so just this once please give in?" Akihito must have seen that he was going to win with a little more push, so he pulled out his trump card, "Let's go on a date, Ryuichi."

Fine, you win. "Are you asking me on a date, sweetheart?" Asami smirked.

"Yes I am! So what is your answer?~" Aki grinned triumphantly.

"How could I ever say no to you when you asked me so cutely?" Akihito's grin only grew, as did the blush that Asami had only just noticed was appearing on his lover's cheeks.

"Hey Asami, would you bring me some clothes here so I don't have to make my escape in this assless gown?"

"Well we don't want you flashing people, so I suppose I'll call Kirishima ad have something arranged. Of course nothing comes for free….so what are you going to give me?" Asami asked with a smirk, not actually serious but still intrigued as to if the boy would come up with something.

Akihito turned around in the crimelord's lap, face burning as he pursed his lips together. "It requires a fee?"

"Hmm….maybe?"

"Then how's this for a fee."

Akihito leaned forward, pressing his soft lips onto Asami's. Without missing a beat, Asami kissed back just as the boy in his lap wrapped his arms around his neck. The older man's arms wrapped around the thin waist of the photographer, pulling him in closer so he could deepen the kiss. One kiss quickly turned into five, a heat beginning to burn between them as Akihito feverishly kissed him. Asami's mind was beginning to cloud over, and if he didn't stop this now then he would lose all the control he had maintained up until this point. So he gently pushed Akihito back, allowing the boy to pant and calm down.

"I think…that covers the fee. You even gave me a tip." Asami teased.

"Well good. Oh, and could you also change into something more casual for our "date?"

Asami looked at his lover with a questioning look. "What's wrong with what I'm already wearing?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to go to this normal restaurant I know, not one of your expensive rich people places. Plus I just figured you could wear something more…casual and comfortable!"

Asami smirked, raising an eyebrow. "You just want to see me wear those tight jeans again, don't you Kitten?"

"What? Can't I appreciate your body too?! It's not like you don't enjoy mine just as much as I do yours!"

"I love it when you're honest about your desires, it turns me on." Asami growled, feeling that little bit of control he was thinking about earlier dissipating.

Akihito didn't seem to mind. Asami laid over his lover, lips pressed against the delectable skin of his neck. He nipped at the tender skin, causing the photographer to mewl in delight.

"Ah!~ Don't leave any marks Ryuichi." The blonde murmured.

"Why, when you love it? You do love it, don't you naughty boy?" Asami asked as he playfully nipped the nape of his neck again, causing the boy to tremble. As the two pulled closer together, a loud growl disturbed them.

"Asami, was that you?!" Aki started laughing.

Asami couldn't help but laugh as well. "Yes, I do believe it was."

Akihito grinned and just shook his head. "Let's pause 'this," he gestured between them both and their reactions from the earlier foreplay, "And pick it up later. We need food and lots of it."

In agreement, Asami stood from the bed and started adjusting his clothes when he noticed Aki staring at the tent in the front of his tailor made pants.

"You think my discomfort is amusing, don't you?"

"Well, yeah but we'll take care of that later. Now go get changed and I'll meet you out front."

"Okay Kitten, but I am curious. Just how are you going to sneak out?"

The photographer grinned and playfully winked. "You'll see, I have it all planned out. Now go! I'm starving."

"Alright, I'll be back up here in half an hour. Be ready." Asami said before walking out.

Arriving back at the hospital thirty minutes later as promised, Asami walked up to the front of the building, hands in pockets. He was curious as to how this was going to play out. Just what was Akihito's plan? Knowing his lover, it was going to be something crazy.

Asami heard a soft thump coming from the side of the building. Curiosity peeked, and knowing that Akihito had something to do with it, he ventured over to see just what it was. Once he rounded the corner, he saw a red rappelling rope that led up to his photographer's room on the tenth floor. A smile formed on the crimelord's face. It is never boring with you around, Akihito.

Watching Akihito step out of his window, he felt his chest tighten as Aki began rappelling his way down. Asami caught the boy looking down, their eyes meeting. Eyes locked on one another's, Akihito's lips turned up into a childish grin before he continued to slowly glide to the ground in front of Asami.

Relaxing, the man smirked. "Where may I ask did you get that equipment?"

"Not gunna tell you, so just deal!" It was definitely Suoh. Akihito shrugged off the harness and proceeded to hide it in a nearby bush.

"You do realize Rin is going to have a come apart when he opens that door and you're not there, right?"

"Psh, it's all going to be fine! I left him a note!" The blonde winked, "Now come on old man! I thought you were starving!"

"And just when did I say that?" Asami laughed.

"Just come oooooon! I'm starving for real food and the longer we stand here the more a chance there is for us to be found out!" Akihito urged, prompting the crimelord to roll his eyes.

And so the two began their walk, they walked the streets Tokyo til they got to a side street that was filled with small shops and restaurants. Akihito suddenly came to a stop, causing Asami to look up at the building. It was a small and kind of rustic looking ramen shop, pictures of some of the dishes they made posted on the windows. At first glance it was definitely not a place Asami would go out of his way to eat at, but once the smell hit him he understood why the boy wanted to go here so badly.

Akihito turned to Asami, a big grin on his face. "Oh my god!~ I've missed the smell of this place! It smell soooo amazing, doesn't it?~"

"I would definitely have to agree. You know, I haven't eaten ramen since college." Asami said reminiscently.

"Really?! Well we have to change that now then! But we had better hurry and get in. This is the best ramen place around so it fills up fast!" Akihito chirped as he pulled Asami into the small restaurant.

It seemed to be even smaller on the inside than it appeared on the out. There was a single bar in the restaurant that only sat maybe fifteen people. At the moment there were only two other people, both already seated with their food. The master chef was standing behind the counter, and after the two said their traditional greetings to him, they took their seats.

"Tan-men please! With extra noodles!" Asami ordered the same thing, figuring he would trust the boy's taste.

"Hey Asami…I know this is entirely random…but I've been thinking about something…for a while. I've never asked you before, but did you ever want to have a normal life?"

"Of course, when I was younger. I hated the idea of taking over what my father did, but I was the oldest. So it was my job and responsibility." Akihito frowned.

"Well…have you ever thought about leaving it all behind and starting over?"

"Not in a long time. I've realized that this "job" has offered me everything I am and everything I have now. So…to officially answer your question, no."

"What? Why?"

Asami looked at his blonde lover and smiled. "We would never have met and I couldn't buy you that lifetime I promised."

"Oh my god…Asami! Stop being such a mushy bastard. It doesn't fit you, it really doesn't!" The photographer blushed, "Now let's just eat before the noodles get soggy!"

It was then Asami noticed that their food was sitting in front of them. Akihito was already digging in before he even picked up his chopsticks, and the boy was definitely going to town on it. It must have been hard on him to have not been able to eat normal food in so long.

"Mmmm!~ This is so good!" Aki said as he slurped his noodles, splashing Asami with the broth. Asami quirked his eyebrow at the boy's childish eating habits, a tsk leaving his lips. Such a messy eater. "Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to splash you."

The boy reached over with a napkin and started mopping up the mess on Asami's arm. The crimelord just smirked and nodded, beginning to eat his own ramen. Eating his first bite, he soon realized that this was so much better than most of the five star meals he had in the past. It was surprising, considering how cheap this food was compared to the other. You really can't judge a book by its cover.

A few minutes later, Akihito was picking his bowl up to drink the rest of the broth while Asami was setting his down, empty. This was the first time he had finished a meal before the boy, considering how fast of an eater Aki was. But damn was that good.

"My Akihito, this was an excellent idea." Asami sat back in the chair, just enjoying watching Aki drink down the last of his meal.

"I'm glad you liked it! I've been coming here for a long time, since I moved here basically."

"Hmm, I can see why."

Asami and Aki sat there for hours, just talking and joking like a normal couple would. Time meant nothing to them as the two were just content to sit there and keep each other company. Asami found himself smiling more times in these few hours than he usually would in a whole year. Akihito knew just what to say to bring him out of that tough shell he stayed inside of. His precious Akihito, his rock. Honestly, they could have sat there all night if the master of the restaurant didn't speak up, telling them it was getting near closing time.

Looking down at his watch, Asami realized just how much time had passed and chuckled, shaking his head. "Kitten, I think it's time to get back." The other nodded and requested a check.

Asami turned, looking a bit lost as his eyes scanned for Kirishima….who he just remembered he had left at Sion. Shit.

"What's wrong Asami?"

"Give me a minute, I need to go make a phone call." Asami said, already starting to stand up.

"Come on Asami, do that later. We are supposed to be on a date, remember? Work tomorrow."

"It's not work. I didn't get my wallet from Kirishima." He admitted, concealing his embarrassment with a straight face.

"You forgot your wallet?!" Akihito snickered.

"Yes, I forgot it, but I'll get Kirishima to bring it to me. So just wait here."

"Don't bother him with your forgetfulness, I'll pay." The photographer reached into his pocket, only to find it empty.

Asami looked down at the blushing young man. "Now can I call Kei so we can pay our bill?"

The master heard them talking and spoke up from where he was, cleaning up the other side of the bar. "You could always work off the money."

The two men looked at one another, one shaking his head no and the other nodding yes.

"Akihito, just let me call. He'll be up here in ten minutes and we can get you back to where you need to be."

"Nope! A man works for what he wants and we will work for our meal!" Aki said with determination.

Rolling his eyes and letting out a sigh, he looked over at the man who was now looking at them in mild amusement. "Fine. What do you need done?"

"Dishes. I need them washed, dried, and put away. Do that and we can consider it even."

"We can do that no problem! Leave it to us!" The blonde chirped, grabbing Asami's hand as he pulled him to the back of the store. Akihito stopped at the sink that was piled high with dirty dishes.

"So, what job do you want to take? Washing or drying?" Aki asked, setting his hands on his hips.

Asami thought about it for a minute. Washing would probably be easier for Akihito considering he wouldn't have to run around to put dishes away. That basically decided it for the crimelord.

"I'll dry and put away."

"By the way, have you ever done this before?" Asami's glare said it all. Nope. "Do you need me to show you how to?"

"I think I can handle it, Kitten. It's pretty self-explanatory."

"Alright, alright. But if you need help just tell me!~" The boy said before he dove into his job of getting the dishes washed.

Wash, dry, find the correct cabinet and put away. This cycle continued for what felt like ever, but really was only twenty minutes. The two worked in a weird silence that Asami didn't quite appreciate, but didn't interrupt because he would rather just get this done as quickly as possible. It was getting late.

As Asami reached up to put the last stack of dishes up into the cabinet, he felt two very wet hands grope his ass. This was followed by a cheeky giggle from his lover. Asami smirked, shaking his head as he reached back to feel two wet hand prints soaked into his jeans.

"Was that really appropriate?" Akihito grinned and shook his head.

"Nope! And I really don't care!" Aki chirped, winking. Someone's feeling playful.

Asami just chuckled again, grabbing the stack back up for a second time to put them away into the cabinet. This time he was stopped by a spraying jet of water hitting him in the face. Raising an eyebrow, he glanced out of the corner of his eye to see Akihito turned away from him, whistling innocently.

Setting the dishes down, Asami grabbed the discarded sprayer and pointed it at his boy. Aki turned just in time for the cold water to hit his chest, causing the blonde to squeal and try to run away of the water currently soaking him. Asami reached out with his free arm, grabbing the squealing boy around the waist and pulling Akihito to him. All the while he kept the water targeted on his lover.

"Stooooop Asami! It's cold!"

"Oh don't worry, my naughty Akihito. I'll make sure to warm you up later." He teased playfully while Akihito squirmed in his arms, trying to wrestle the sprayer from him.

To the crimelord's surprise, the young photographer actually managed to get it away from him. Akihito turned that cold water back on him, laughing victoriously as in seconds Asami was soaked. Letting out a low growl, the man with his arms still around the smaller's waist, lifted him up and was about to corner him against the wall when the master walked in.

"How is this working off your meal? Looks more like you're costing me money with all the water you two are using." He scolded.

"Crap, I'm sorry! We got a little carried away!" Aki said apologetically, but Asami could clearly see the boy was struggling not to burst into laughter.

"Hmm….it's fine. Just finish up quickly. It looks like you're almost done." The master said gruffly before walking out.

The moment the older man left the room, Asami continued with what he was doing before they were interrupted, except he dropped the sprayer. Cornering Akihito up to the wall, he rested an arm on the wall above the photographer, his golden eyes locked on the boy's.

"Now look at what you've done. You've gotten us both soaked."

"M-Me?! You're the one that soaked me first!" Akihito stuttered, cheeks reddening.

"After you sprayed me in the face," Asami pointed out with a devious smirk, before his eyes went a little lower, "Though I must say…I appreciate Kei getting you a white shirt. Now that it's wet, I can practically see your delectable skin."

"D-Dirty pervert." Akihito breathed, shivering from the man's words.

Asami leaned down, pressing their foreheads together. "Naughty boy." He countered, lips so close that they brushed. His free hand gripped the boy's crotch, feeling his erection through the boy's tight jeans. Asami let his lips brush against Akihito's ear. "Allow a correction. Horny boy." He smirked.

Akihito blushed in embarrassment, while his eyes sparkled lustfully. "S-Shut up bastard. You're one to talk. Remember earlier?"

"Oh believe me, I do. And I recall a promise to continue later. It's later." Asami kissed the boy's neck.

"W-We can't do this here. He's about to close!" Akihito whispered loudly, raising his arms to push the crimelord away.

"You're really testing my restraint today, aren't you Kitten?" He growled, but reluctantly pulled back.

"We're almost finished, so just put the last of the dishes away and we can get out of here."

"And as soon as I get you to the room there are no more excuses." Asami said lowly, enjoying the little "eep" that left the boy.

Asami finally put the last stack away while Akihito dried up the counters that had gotten soaked in their water fight. Once finished, they made their way back to the front of the store to grab their coats from the rack. They were definitely going to need them now.

The door to the hospital room clicked closed behind Asami as he carried Akihito into the room, the boy's legs wrapped around the man's waist. Their lips were locked together, both men hot with arousal. As soon as the door was closed it was on, all self-control thrown out the window.

Carrying Akihito onto the bed, he discarded him there before climbing over him. Akihito wrapped his arms around Asami's neck, pulling him down to feverishly kiss him. Lips crushed together, Asami slipped his tongue onto Aki's mouth, demanding dominance as he massaged their tongues together. His hands moved under Akihito's wet shirt, sliding up his hot body to feel the smooth skin. Reaching his chest, Asami tweaked a hard nipple, rubbing the sensitive bud between his fingers.

Akihito's body trembled in delight. "C-Christ Asami!" He cried out.

Asami smirked as his lips met with Akihito's neck, teasing the delicate skin there with wet kisses and little nips. He relished in the whimpers leaving his lover's lips, making him lust to see more skin. He grabbed the bottom of Akihito's shirt and slid it up his torso, slowly revealing that flawless, beautiful skin. Asami licked his lips as he pulled the shirt was completely removed, admiring the lithe body under him.

Seeing the hard, blushing Akihito brought a new sense of the word intoxicated to the crimelord. His hands slid up the boy's sides, caressing the velvety soft skin under his fingers. Akihito's hand ran down his back 'til he reached the end of Asami's shirt, the boy's fingers fumbling before pulling it smoothly over Asami's head. A hot breath left the photographer's lips, and Asami could see those blue eyes looking at him cravingly.

"You're so fucking hot." Akihito breathed, pushing his lover to the edge of his control. Asami needed to regained control of himself before he risked hurting his delicate blonde. He took a deep breath to calm himself, which was nearly impossible to do with Akihito clawing at him. Asami ended up grabbing ahold of the boy's wrists, pinning them above his head.

"Kitten, we need to slow down a bit. You know we haven't done this in a while, and I really don't want to hurt you."

"You bastard! You get me all hot and bothered and then you say to stop?! That's not fair!"

"Not stop, just slow down," He leaned down and brushed his lips against Akihito's ear, "Let me love you gently," He pressed his lips against the nape of his neck, "And kiss you softly."

Pulling back, Asami looked at his blushing Akihito, blue eyes teary. Asami smirked and shook his head, a hot breath leaving him.

"You are just too adorable, Kitten."