Chapter VII (7)
Asami, seemingly amused to the point of delight, (perhaps because he was on his fifth glass of scotch, perhaps because Starbuck's brought back the Lime Cooler, or perhaps because he'd received some great news), clicked off his phone and stared unblinking at Kirishima in the rear view mirror. Then he grinned and the world smiled back. Actually, no, it didn't, but it should.
With one eye on the road and one eye on Asami's blazing shit-eating grin, that only left Kirishima's third eye to watch for bad guys. It made Kirishima's face hurt, maybe because his glasses now fit too tight or because it was hard to look in three places at once.
"Good news, Asami-sama?" Kirishima asked, although from that delighted look, you'd think Asami's stocks had just peaked. Anyway, rising stock prices always got Kirishima excited. Actually, just the Giant's sports stats made him squeal like a girl…..er….not really. Asami called his numbers addiction Math Porn, as if good arithmetic skills were something to be ashamed of.*
"My Akihito…" Kirishima became aware of the sudden term of endearment coming from Asami's lips, "continues to surprise me."
Asami had lost it. Officially lost it. Call the hospital because Asami was checking in. Diagnosis: love sick. Treatment: Take Akihito as needed until Akihito's ass falls off. Poor Akihito, no iron ass in the world could save him now.
"Your mother?"
"Will try again, that I'm sure of." Asami's sure equaled 99.99999%, so when he said sure, he meant it. He had probably calculated it once when he had nothing better to do. "That first stone's the hardest to place. After that, it's all strategy."
"Understood." Actually, he didn't understand, not really. Although that cryptic analogy meant something, or obviously he wouldn't have said it.
They fell into sleepy stillness, a lazy calmness between two men who didn't require words to communicate. They used their eyebrows and their guns when words seemed unnecessary.
"However I play to win." He added finally.
Oh. Some kind of Go/Chess/Monopoly analogy.
Phone in hand, Asami dialed quickly (Akihito=speed dial #1), and sat back with a drink in his hand and a smirk on his lips. Kirishima thought he'd rechristen White Day as Smirk Day because he'd seen a lot of smirking in the past hour.
Kirishima concentrated on driving, getting that other eye back helped as he maneuvered through traffic towards the Club Olympus AKA the Greek themed club, and the location for tonight's invite-only-once-a-year-mostly-staff-and-friends-costume-party. Eight years ago it started as a no-hyphen no-titled Staff Party, and since then had grown until he'd run out of hyphens.
"I hear you've been a good boy," said the sadistic crime lord with the deep timber, his grin deepening as he spoke in hushed, erotic tones.
Oh no.
Asami's seductive voice droned from the backseat, you couldn't escape it - that voice that drove dogs, fangirls and ukes mad. Of course, it didn't always work on Akihito, obviously, because Asami held the phone away from his ear, cringing as Akihito called him names.
Bastard…
Asshole….
Perverted bastard asshole….
…and etc.
But somehow, in some weird fashion, Asami enjoyed it when Akihito called him names. Explain that logic in their illogical world full of gay crime lords (ok, he wasn't gay he had preferences), feminine looking Chinese assassins, and silver-haired Japanese boys with hazel eyes one day, and blue eyes the next.
"You sound so kittenish, little kitten. Did my mother ruffle your fur?" Asami whispered, casually checking his perfect nails as if kittenish (which didn't seem like a word, but actually was) was something he uttered every day.
Kirishima tried his best to ignore whatever passed as verbal foreplay between those two, wondering why the partition remained lowered. Please raise the partition Asami-sama. He begged mentally. But the glass didn't move, even when Kirishima used his telepathy. Guess neither he nor Asami could read minds, even though they thought they could.
More distant yelling.
"Oh, are you concerned for me? I'm sure I can handle my mother, not well, but I can handle her." Asami said, sounding rather bored. There was a long pause and some more muffled yelling.
"That's so cute, Akihito. Simply cute. I want to pet your ruffled fur. Can I pet your pretty fur? Or will I get scratched by your nasty sharp claws….mmmm?"
More yelling.
Kirishima never could understand why Asami antagonized the boy. Perhaps as a method of torture, used to anger the subject until they popped a blood vessel. It saved having to kill him the old fashioned way, with fists, guns or knives. Less bloody too.
"All right, all right. I'll watch my back if you insist, but I really like that you're worried for my heath, kitten. It makes me tingle all over." He placed his hand over the phone and whispered quietly, "double the guard at the mansion, Akihito's only cut off one of my mother's nine heads."
Asami's answer to everything: Double, triple, quadruple the guard. And quadruple the number of shots in his venti iced three-pump vanilla soy latte no whip, because the night was just beginning.
P-B-B
He rolled the partition up, watching Kirishima's shoulder's relax at the same time while continuing to hold the phone an arm's length away as Akihito continued his tirade.
"Kitten my ass! I don't trust that woman! She threatened me!" Said the boy with the mouth.
Today Akihito's volume really did go up to eleven. Asami's smirk took permanent residence on his face as he tried to calm Akihito down, or rile him up, he hadn't decided which. "You handled it. In fact, you impressed Suoh so much he's starting an Akihito fan club."
"Hmmph." Akihito sighed, sounding very irritated, as usual. There was another sigh, which meant the next words out of Akihito's mouth would be…..
"We need to talk."
Ah….right on cue. "Yes. So talk." Asami replied, getting out his notebook of things Akihito and he needed to talk about….like sex, how much sex and when he could have sex. (Yes please, a lot and all the time).
"Uh…"
"Where did confident Takaba Akihito go, or is that a face I'm not allowed to see? Is that a face you only show others, when your back is against the wall?"
"Uh….."
"Or is it that your lips don't work around me, because your brain is occupied with fantasies…..of my hands gliding over your heated flesh, you lips parting, waiting for the gentle coming together of our tongues."
"Gentle coming together…..my ass." Akihito took one deep ragged breath and muttered Asami's favorite word: "Bastard."
Asami chuckled slowly, each chuckle coming deep from his chest. "So what shall we talk about, hmmmm? Shall we talk about how you're not coming tonight, and how, I, the great Asami Ryuuichi, shall walk into the club with no date on his arm?"
"Deal with it, Asami-the-great-my-ass-conceited-bastard." Despondent Akihito had disappeared during his sojourn in the mountain. This one, the pre-Afghanistan Akihito he remembered with fondness? Ok, love/hate…..type of fondness.
"Then get lots of rest, because when I come home….."
Akihito choked, on his own spit or on Pocky. "I will be well-rested anyway, but not for….your amusement Asami, I slept all day." Asami heard an unspoken bastard in there somewhere.
Another heavy sigh came from Akihito's lips. Asami wondered if Akihito had any air left in his lungs. "I have things to do, a whole season of the Mentalist to watch in one night and stuff."
"And stuff…..you missed the big reveal and Red John is actually….." Asami's smirk broadened until a smile. Now he would have smile wrinkles now.
"Shut up, no spoilers….shut up…..lalaalalalala."
He was sure Akihito had his hands over his ears, his eyes clenched tight. He chuckled again. "All right, I won't spoil it for you. But really, I'd rather you rest. Sensei's orders, right?"
"Sensei…..I guess I owe him a big thank you, or something along those lines. I don't know…"
"Does this mean I keep my pinky?"
A muffled huff and Asami heard a smirk in that voice. "For now."
"Does that mean I take you sailing? That was the deal, if you remember." He didn't mention his still vivid fantasy of playing pirate captain and tying Akihito to the mast while he raided the local villages of their plunder, which actually meant raiding all the gift shops of their ugly shells with googly eyes glued to them and returning them to the sea, where they belonged.
"That sounds…um….nice actually, I guess, but it's so weird. Are you Captain Asami now?" Asami could picture Akihito's hand on the back of his head, tugging at his black and blond hair as if trying to make it behave.
"That's Captain Jack Sparrow." Asami said emphatically.
Akihito giggled. He hadn't heard Akihito giggle ever. "In the movies, Sparrow never gets the girl."
"He's married to his ship, like all good Captains."
"Ships don't give head." Akihito snorted. "When are you coming home? Late?"
Asami would have smirked, but he was already smirking. "Does my kitten need some milk? It might be late, this party tends to carry on." And on, and on, until he kicked everyone out or fired them, or both.
"You're gross. I just….I wish I could come, but it's a lot of people."
"You can make it up to me later."
"I'm sorry."
Akihito's sorry hit his chest like a dozen Cupids arrows striking the same place every time. He dropped his Super Asami Teasing Tone and opted for Super Asami Concerned Tone, which he didn't use very often. Not that he didn't care he just….ok, he didn't care, except for money, his reputation and something starting with A and ending with O. "Akihito, listen…..I would be there by your side the whole time, I won't leave you for a second, but if you don't want to, I understand."
"If I have one…one of my episodes, I just don't want to make trouble for you."
"You're already enough trouble. But it's trouble I can handle. My mother, however, I leave to you." Super Asami Teasing Tone came back, like a bad rash or that scraggly stray cat you don't want yet continue to feed anyway.
Akihito laughed, hard this time. The thought of Akihito's laughter shaking the bed they shared, tears rolling down his cheeks like diamonds on a little girl's necklace, the tears of his laughter were gems indeed. You would think that Asami had something wrong with him, like he was head over heels in love, but that would be silly, because as everyone knew, he wasn't that type of man.
Akihito's laughter rumbled out, and he fell silent, except for the occasional heavy breath and twitter of leftover glee.
"Ak-i-hi-t-o." He said his name slowly, threateningly. Drawing the syllables as if three weren't enough to identify everything that made up the boy. His boy, his kitten.
Akihito paused suddenly. "Sorry, that made me laugh, you were saying?"
"Give me something to think about tonight. Give me a token of your love to carry into battle. For luck."
"What? A token? You're going to a party, not a battle."
"One and the same…..touch yourself, Akihito."
"Asami that's…"
"I want you prepared, I want that pretty pink hole good and wet when I step in the door. I want you, ass up, waiting for me." He commanded.
"What?"
Irritated Akihito always pretended not to hear you the first time so Asami repeated himself, louder this time. "Ass up, wet, prepared, waiting." He put a finger up for each item, as if Akihito could see him. He just didn't want to leave anything off. Ass up, check. Wet, check. Prepared, check. Waiting, check.
"What?"
"Yeah, you heard me. Think of it as punishment for taking off to Mount To, for kicking Suoh, for letting the air out of all the tires of my cars. Even the mini-van."
"Well…you would have chased me through the streets of Tokyo!"
"Would you care to add another infraction? Because that's a big list already."
"You're a pervert! And I'm hanging up!"
"If you want to label me a pervert, fine. I accept the title. But if you hang up, I'll just tell Suoh to bring me the boy and you'll wear cat ears and parade around saying meow meow meow."
Akihito squeaked in response. He probably covered his ass with his hands too.
"Or perhaps you enjoy a little punishment? Perhaps I should withhold sex. That's it, isn't it? You're trying to irritate me so I will pound you into the mattress."
"Pervert." Akihito sounded more amused than irritated.
"Touch yourself, Akihito."
"You….you're a bastard." There seemed a lot of heavy breathing on Akihito's side of this conversation, and Akihito hadn't run any laps.
"And you, Akihito are adorable. So adorable, I may cancel this whole party and just take you over my knee and spank you until that ass is nice and red. Would you like that?"
"N—no."
"Hmmm….now that would be a nice color to paint Club Sion, cherry ass red, like my kitten's ass. Then, when I'm working, I'd look on the walls and think about my beautiful red handprint on my beautiful kitten's red round ass."
"You're talking about paint colors?"
"I'm talking cherry red, glowing with my hand print."
"Asami…stop."
Akihito's resolve started to crack, just a tiny line in that deteriorating defiance.
"You like that…smack…that smack sound? My hand coming down on that beautiful round ass of yours? MMm…smack." He flicked his tongue over the roof of his mouth and with the suction of only his talented pink tongue, he made a sharp slap sound.
"Stop it…Asami."
The crack got wider.
"Each smack harder than the last. And you wiggle on my lap, your cock getting harder and harder as you squirm against my thighs. You love pain with your pleasure, don't you my kitten."
"A—Asami, please stop."
And wider.
"You can beg all you want, but I won't stop. Each smack lands in a different place, so you can't get used to the pain. But it's not pain, is it? It's pleasure and pain. So like that moment right before you cum, that white heat burning in your toes and you scream your release."
"Asami." His name sounding as a breathless whisper now.
And shattered into pieces.
"That's it. Are you hot for me? Touch yourself, kitten." He lowered his voice to the point where he could sing bass. "Touch that hard cock, that is not a suggestion, it's not a request….I want to hear you."
A trembling Akihito evident in his irregular breathing whispered in his ear, "Yesss."
"Tell me Akihito, when I take you, do you like it from behind better, or from the front?"
"F—front. I like to touch you."
"Do you? You want me to see you cum, don't you, that blush on your face, head thrown back, sweat stinging your eyes. That blush dancing across your face with every thrust of my cock, teasing me, tempting me."
"Oh….it's…." Akihito spoke in short gasps, speech almost becoming impossible with every shallow word.
"Stroke yourself, stroke it until you feel that sweet burn. I know how it feels, the gliding of my hand like hot velvet around that cock of yours. It's my hand there now."
"Mmmnnhhh."
"Stop. Open your eyes. Do it Akihito."
"Ho—how did you know my eyes are closed?" That sweet voice, so aroused, made Asami's pants tight.
"There's nothing I don't know about you, is there? There's a button to the right, it's a red button. Do you see it?"
"Ye—yes. It's not to a secret room, is it?"
"No, push it and watch above you."
He heard a click and a sudden intake of breath. "Mirror?"
"Keep your eyes open, watch yourself, give into it, Akihito."
"Are you..are you touching yourself?"
He loved that tentative voice of his boy, so innocent in his naivety. "No, I'll wait for better things. I want you to immerse yourself in pleasure. Let me hear you, let me guide you. I know what you like Akihito. I know because I've watched you when you cum."
"It's soo….mmmnnnhhh, so hot. My hand….the mirror."
"Does it feel like my hand? Can you imagine my mouth around your cock? So hot around it, gliding up and down, stopping, restarting. Your cock slick, jolting in my mouth."
"Y-Yes."
"Make your hips do the work, still your hand and fuck it with your cock. You like that, when you fuck my mouth, rocking your hips in and out, and my mouth swallowing it, humming around it, moaning as I take you."
A heavy swallow. "Ohh…Asami… don't stop."
"Spear my mouth with your cock. Let me taste it, such a heady sweet taste. Do you like when I stroke you with my hand while I suck you?"
"Asami….I'm going to cum."
"Not yet. Are you watching yourself? Describe it….all of it, I can't see, I'm blind, I want to see you cum through your eyes. You're a journalist…..write for me."
"Mmmm…..my face is flushed….my shirt pulled up. I have the phone….it's…it's"
"Where's the phone?"
"It's fallen to the side, near my ear, I can't hold it…"
"Your eyes? What do the eyes tell you, Akihito?"
"I'm aroused."
"For whom are you aroused…did you dream about me? Did you dream of me fucking you?"
"Yes…we fucked in my dream, and I…mmmmm"
"Did you cum? Tell me your dream….did you feel my hot cock pounding into you in your dream?"
"So hot….I wanted to fuck you in my dream."
"Did you get the chance to?"
"No—ooo….we…I'm gonna cum…my thighs are twitching."
"Maybe you would like to, is that what your dream is telling you? You want to push that cute cock of yours into me and ride my ass? I'm under you now. You're cock in my hole, pounding me over and over. I'm moaning underneath you, screaming your name. Is that what you want?"
"Ye-yes…"
"You have but to ask, that's all."
"Asami…..please…I….I'm going to….cum…please…let me cum."
"Cum for me, Akihito. Yes…..you're losing it, that control, let it go. Let me taste you, that liquid fire. I want all of you."
"Asami..yes…ahhhh…" Screamed Akihito, the sound throbbing with Asami's beating heart, the sound making Asami himself come undone.
Submission was all he asked for.
In the silence that followed, except the droning of Akihito's heavy shallow breaths, Asami realized that Kirishima had circled the club more than a dozen times.
"Ass up, wet, prepared, waiting for me." He reminded the boy, who finally seemed coherent enough to understand speech again.
"Bastard."
"Brat."
"See you soon." Click
Asami rolled down the partition. "Circle around again." He pulled the gold ring out of his pocket and twirled it in his fingers.
Submission was what he got.
* Reference to Math Porn by Sunflower1343, and art DJ by Marybala.