Chapter X
"You let him get WHAAAAATTTTT?" Akihito fumed the word 'what' coming out in ten syllables at least.
Asami stumbled into the house, immediately threw his arms around Akihito and gave his cheek a wet flick of his tongue. And of course, that brought out the worst in Akihito, so he started yelling, and blushing and yelling some more.
"Ahhh….stop it, what are you, a dog?" Akihito wiped the spit off his cheek, glared, the blush growing until his shirt swallowed it.
"Woof….woof," answered the drunk and stoned oddly dressed man with the pupils now rimmed with red river like blood vessels. Not very attractive and certainly not healthy.
Kirishima paled, looking whiter than usual and Suoh frowned, he'd been doing a lot of either frowning or grinning today. Akihito looked at the two lackey idiots irritatingly. "He's drunk, that's what he is…are you sure he's tripping?"
"We believe someone spiked his whiskey with ecstasy but we won't know until the tests are completed. He sounded really incoherent, and he was talking to himself." Kirishima's glasses stayed put on the bridge of his nose, but he poked at it in irritation anyway.
"Like no one ever talks to themselves." Akihito said to himself. "Why in the hell would someone spike his drink?" His voice lowered a bit so Kirishima would stop wincing and scratched the back of his head. He needed a spare brain to figure this one out. "And why didn't you take him to the hospital?"
"Asami's orders…..he didn't want to attract attention, the club's reputation…"
"The Club's reputation over his health? Are you nuts? You idiot!" He yelled in the direction of the two bewildered bodyguards, but the 'idiot´ remark was directed at Asami. Actually Akihito chastised all of them, including himself for not going to the stupid party so now he had to hear this story second-hand. Maybe if he'd attended….
"I'm sorry Takaba-san, mistakes were made." Suoh gave his standard reason for crewing up. Other standard reasons included: he kicked me and he ditched me.
"Yeah, I'd say so. I could see spiking it with something that would actually kill him, but this?" Akihito frowned and caught Asami's blood shot eyes. He never looked so vulnerable, just lying on the couch with one sinewy arm squirming before it flopped over the side, appearing boneless. It was….cute? Hmmm…that was pushing it.
"I don't feel very good, I'm going to lie down," seems Asami wasn't aware he was already lying down. Akihito approached cautiously, and when nothing happened but one bloodshot eye opening, giving him the once over and closing, he leaned down and patted his forehead. Asami closed his mouth with a sigh, to out-of-it to take part in this conversation, if you could call it a conversation. It was more like an oral spanking.
"We'll get you to bed. All right?" Akihito said soothingly as if Asami were a child. He liked taking care of his evil crime lord. Maybe like is a strong word. Let's say he didn't mind it.
He only got to do it once, when Asami had a cold and even then Kirishima butted in every five minutes with lobster and he became the delegated errand boy. He could like nursing Asami though, that didn't mean he was less of a man, right?
"If I lay in the bed, it will blast off." Tripping idiot muttered. "And the lights have little wavy things coming out of them. I can see electricity!"
"What's the deal with his pants?" Akihito yelled again, his frustration too far into the red zone for him to deal with this without yelling.
"I'm sorry, Takaba-san, he dropped his cigarette and his pants…um…his crotch caught on fire." Kirishima stood there without emotion, but Akihito wouldn't be surprised if the man started apologizing to anyone who would listen.
"You're smoking again?" Akihito cringed at that familiar chastising tone. It sounded just like his mother's voice when she nursed his fight wounds again and again. His mouth always had things to say that he backed-up with his fists.
"Only during lunch, recess and holidays." Asami said without humor. "And maybe during sumo wrestling matches…oh and after sexxxxxxxx."
There went the remainder of Kirishima's color, the man so white he blended in with the marbled statue behind him.
"Che! Suoh…get the name of that guy that does that thing and also, I have to see a man about a dog. Did you get that Kake?"
"Kake?" If Akihito was in a jovial mood (he wasn't) he'd laugh at that. Instead, the men looked at each other and shrugged. "And where were you during all this? I swear! What is this with White Day? International Gangster Holiday? Do all gangsters take the day off today or is this just a Sion thing?"
Three identical shrugs from three identical black suits (except Asami's holey pants) as if that explained everything (it didn't). Kirishima shifted from foot to foot. "We're not gangsters, Takaba-san."
"No…no…we're not….we just play them on TV!" Asami yelled and smirked, enjoying the sound of his own voice or his own wit. "Come on…that's a funny joke!"
"No one is laughing! And hypocrite over there!" He pointed to Asami who cracked one eye open again and then closed it. "Who always lectures me about ditching bodyguards? Kirishima? Suoh? No it's you!"
"They were ninjas, and you can't ditch ninjas!" Asami said loudly. "Please tell me I didn't say that out loud!"
"Ninjas…seriously, Asami….where were all your guards?"
The tripping crime lord shrugged. "I sent them here. Most of them are here, somewhere on the property anyway. You can't see them….they're ninjas. I already told you."
He ignored the ninja part. It wouldn't surprise Akihito if Asami really did employ ninjas, or assassin maids or killer gardeners. "Asami…why? I had Suoh and the three other guys who look like Hercules, why did you think I needed extra security?"
"Because my mother can't be trusted….because I worry about you! Because…because I ran out of reasons." Yelled the man on the couch. "You make me worry! I'm getting gray hair!"
Even the crickets in the garden knew to stop chirping then. Akihito clenched his hands to keep from some kind of emotion bubbling up to the surface, mixed emotions, all jumbled together like the flavor in a bowl of udon.
"I'm sorry!" He said slowly trying to make something coherent come out of his mouth despite the feelings rumbling in his stomach. "I didn't know it upset you that much."
Whether Asami noticed his tears starting to fill his eyes or not, Asami touched his hand so gently, it felt like a light breeze. "I think it's time you two leave….if you find out the truth about who drugged me….I'll leave you to bury it." Asami ordered, still articulate enough to do his job while tripping, drunk and burned. "We have ample security so we don't need you two tonight. Go get laid. That's an order."
The two men couldn't get out of there fast enough, almost jamming their shoulders in the front door in their hasty exit. Akihito wondered why Asami continued to put up with those two, they must be blackmailing him.
Akihito waited until he heard the door close before he sighed and ran a finger through Asami's sweaty hair. "Why can't people leave us alone?"
"Because they have nothing better to do." Asami's eyelids remained closed, and he clutched the back of the couch as if he'd fall off.
Akihito lowered his voice to a whisper, seeing as Asami cringed every time he raised his voice. "I thought you died tonight….Kirishima and his stupid 'Asami is in trouble' text, like I could do anything to help you."
"If I said I needed you, you'd come?"
"Maybe….." He rolled his eyes. "I suppose…..yes." He added finally.
Asami tweaked his nose. "So….how's your butt, you did what I asked, right? I may be tripping, but I'm not senile. I don't see that ass in the air."
"My butt?" Akihito laughed through his nose. "No way! Anyway….I thought you wouldn't be home for hours and who said I was going to do that? And besides," he pointed a finger towards Asami's crotch, "you are in no shape for nookie. Did you really burn…uh….your crotch?"
"It looks worse than it is."
"Why do you think someone drugged you?" Akihito called from the bathroom and brought back a wet washcloth and proceeded to wipe down Asami's sweaty brow with it.
"To humiliate me in front of my guests." Asami's eyes stayed closed, the lids fluttering with each touch of the cool cloth on his forehead. "That feels nice." He mumbled.
"Can you walk upstairs, maybe take a shower?"
"I like it here just fine, the stairs smell funny and the elevator might eat me."
"Ok, I can't argue with that logic. We need to get you undressed though, the smell of the burnt fabric makes my eyes water."
"You can take my pants off, if you like. You can do anything you want with me. I'm putty. I like being putty. It's fun to be putty. So putty me."
"That made no sense." Akihito laid his head on his chest, listening to the rapid thudding of his heart. "You had me scared, stupid Kirishima, I thought….I thought…dammit." There went the tears, first just one trickled down until it dribbled on his chin until it dropped onto Asami's suit jacket, followed by a few more that travelled the same path.
"Hey….are you saying you'd be sad if I was hurt?"
"Of course I would have!" Akihito sniffed and wiped the tears with the back of his hand.
Asami ran his fingers through Akihito's hair. It felt so good Akihito wanted to melt into the man's arms. "You're beautiful, Akihito."
"Beautiful….you idiot." Akihito groaned. "Seriously, no sex. Sensei's orders."
"I'm not burned, just a little….singed."
"Sex while high is not fun."
"I like your eyes, I like how you have two of them, one on each side, that's cute, you know. Here let me lick your eyes…come here…."
"Ahhh!" Akihito sprang up and backed away, but at the same time, he was holding his stomach to keep from laughing. "Seriously….Asami…I know that look. Don't get any ideas."
"Sensei didn't say anything about using other parts of my anatomy. You know….wink wink…nudge…nudge."
"So, to let me top, I would have to drug you."
"I told you…..you would just have to ask. I'm not a mind reader, although…" Asami looked thoughtful for a moment, "that would be a nice talent to have. Not sure if I'd want to hear Kirishima's thoughts though. He probably calculates pi in his sleep-3.1415926535…uh…and so on."
"Any mention of Kirishima or math and I'm out of here. It spoils the mood."
"Are you saying that you're in the mood?" Asami said hopefully.
Akihito hushed the drugged idiot spouting nonsense with a kiss, just a soft one, almost a welcome home kiss, then they parted and Asami's eyes glazed over. He pulled off Asami's burned pants and singed underwear without comment and examined Asami's groin carefully, trying not to blush when Asami's cock flexed. It looked the same as always. Of course, all that no blushing rule went out the window, followed by what was left of Asami's modesty, not that he had any.
Because the next thing out of his mouth was…..
"Say hello to Akihito, little Ryuuichi." Asami twittered. Not laughed, not giggled. Twittered. It sounded like a bird's first chirping of the morning and Akihito, his side already aching from trying not to laugh, gave up and laughed. This whole situation, funny as hell, especially the fact Asami was still wearing his suit jacket yet had on no pants. Funny as hell.
"I had a dream where you wore no pants yet still had on a jacket and tie. I think it was a tie, could have been snakes around your neck….it was one of those weird dreams."
"I'm dreaming one of those dreams and I'm wide awake."
"That must suck, Asami…..but it is…." He started laughing again, tears of sadness replaced by tears of joy, which looked the same for some reason. "….seriously funny."
"Oh nice, now you're laughing at me. I'm seeing little sparks coming out of your head and the whole room is spinning and I have the sudden urge to put butter on my cock like a piece of toast and you're laughing."
"Butter….really? I'm sorry, Asami….I know you're buzzed but it's really funny….from where I'm standing that is." The pants in his hand tumbled to the floor when Asami launched at him and lowered Akihito somewhat gently onto the white fluffy rug in front of the fireplace. "Hey! Don't yank me!"
"Now, you're not standing anymore….is it still funny?
Akihito stopped laughing, the wind almost knocked out of him. Akihito saw Asami's golden eyes come alive with swirls of light, a kaleidoscope of drugs, alcohol, power trips and uncontrolled lust.
"Yeah….it kind of is."
"Are you Akihito? Are you the one sent to break the curse? Or a demon sent to torment me? Because you've got little horns growing out of your head." Asami patted Akihito's head like a dog.
"Horns….and I'm Akihito, who else would I be?" He attempted to push Asami off of him, of course, it didn't work. "What's this about a curse?"
"The curse." Asami rolled to the side and propped himself up on his elbows. "I'll tell you if you want to hear it. I'd like to light the fireplace so we have the ambiance for telling scary stories, but the temperature in here is already too hot."
"Never mind ,it doesn't work, so, tell me the curse, I'm all ears."
"Oh, don't say that….now I see cat's ears on your head, my little kitten...meow meow."
Akihito cringed. "Asami…..the story? Focus!"
"Fine. You've realized long ago what I do, Akihito." Asami lowered his voice to almost a whisper, as if someone were listening in (someone probably was).
"Yes, some of it. Not the details."
"Because of what I do, people like me do, we are cursed. Our happiness is elusive, always just out of our reach. Someone always wants to take what we have…our money, power, control….the people we love."
Akihito shuddered as the swirls of light and dark as Asami's eyes focused and unfocused. "You believe in the curse?"
"We're kind of a superstitious bunch, so yeah, I do."
Akihito tweaked his lip with his fingers. "I've never heard you talk like this. You sure you weren't drugged with truth serum?"
"Whatever it was is wearing off." Asami shrugged. "What I'm asking is, are you here to break the curse?"
"I don't see how I could." Akihito looked at Asami seriously, studying that handsome face, the face that almost hurt to look at. He wasn't smirking, he wasn't angry.
He looked sad.
"You never eat your Osechi on New Year's Day do you?" The cold cloth found his face and neck, the dots of sweat disappearing leaving only a dewy glow on the man's face.
That momentary look of sadness went away. "Not that I can recall right now."
"You call yourself Japanese? Seriously, no one has a good year unless they start it with Osechi, I even made some while in Brazil, well, it was close to Osechi anyway."
"What does food have to do with curses?"
"Everything! Start the New Year with a full belly, and you'll have prosperity, good fortune and good health."
"Well…..I guess I can't argue with that." The back of his fingers traced down Akihito's side. The glint of lust flickered in his eyes as Asami blinked, trying to remove the last traces of the effect of the drug. The smirk on Asami's face returned as Akihito's eyes closed slowly, then opened as Asami's fingers traced underneath his shirt.
Akihito took a shallow breath as Asami closed in on his right nipple. "So…." Akihito began awkwardly, his face hot with the tell-tale and familiar feeling of naivety, "…..I don't want to hurt you."
Of course Asami chuckled. "I won't break." He hopped to his feet, found a bottle of olive oil in the kitchen, and was back before Akihito could run for his life. Not that he didn't want to do this, it just made him nervous.
As if he heard him, Asami said, "Don't be nervous." The jacket and shirt came off, and Asami stood there, completely naked, his cock half-hard and getting harder as Akihito stared at it like it was a side show freak. He never could understand how that fit inside him.
Asami pulled Akihito's shirt off, seemingly impatient to get things started. Akihito felt like he should be doing something….kissing? Instead, he was still on his knees, eye level with Asami's cock. He spit in his hand and reached for it, but Asami swatted him away.
"No cock worship." Asami smirked and waved a finger at him.
Akihito frowned. "It doesn't look burned." He pulled his pants off, tugging at the bottom, the hem caught in his prosthetic for a moment before the pants joined the pile of forgotten clothing.
"Maybe not, but I'm not going to find out. It does sting a little, maybe because I'm horny." Asami made the cutest pained face, a slight pursed lip and crunching of his eyebrow. Akihito brushed Asami's hair with the back of his hand and the face softened. Asami's eyes roamed over Akihito's naked body, and where he looked, his hands followed. Their lips came together yet their bodies curved away from each other, with Akihito fighting the urge to grind against Asami and cause him pain.
With only that slight brush of Asami's hand, Akihito felt the moan at the back of his throat and without thinking, pulled Asami to him and they sank together to the floor. The fluffy white rug tickled in spots mimicking Asami's light touches, which barely brushed his naked chest.
"Are you going to do something about my horniness?" Asami teased.
Lips entwined, the kisses grew more frantic, winded breathing drowning out the distant noise of the city. Akihito felt bolder, pushing against Asami's mouth, slowly lowering his head to the floor and hovering over him. He wanted to say something manly, or poignant or sexy but all he could do was stare into Asami's eyes, so alive with desire. Did his eyes look the same?
Eyes fluttered closed as their lips came together again, not the gentle coming together of flesh, but more heated, a kindling of bottled emotions, unspoken words and thoughts of one another.
Asami's lips parted, whispering a word so softly that he barely heard it over Akihito's own ragged breaths. "Akihito." Asami didn't hide the desire behind the name, felt relaxed enough for his own emotions to leak through that unbreakable mask.
And then the mask closed and Asami hid his emotions behind a challenging smirk.
"Don't say anything." Akihito's eyes traced the sensual hard body below him, afraid of what Asami might say if that mask ever broke into pieces.
Almost overwhelmed by the familiar scent of Asami's cigarettes, Akihito reacquainted himself with Asami's body. Touch followed kiss followed touch, as Asami's eyes pursued each movement with a shallow sigh and a gentle caressing of Akihito's hair.
Akihito avoided Asami's self-inflicted injury, skirting it with snake like movement of his fingers, yet Asami still inhaled through his teeth, writhing with the need for it to be brought to life in Akihito's hand or sucked harshly into Akihito's mouth.
His knees already rubbing on the rug, he ignored the burning as Asami's hips relaxed under his touch, legs parted slightly as Asami's thighs twitched in anticipation, and when Akihito finally brushed over his ass and gripped it, before letting go, he thought he heard a gasp.
The olive oil spilled open, a victim of his nervous fingers, onto that white rug, staining it a light yellow. The oil coating his fingers he teased Asami's ass, pausing as Asami's long deep breath became short. Asami opened his mouth only to be silenced by a long deep kiss. With the wiggling of his finger, Akihito's digit pushed in, up to the knuckle, feeling Asami tighten under him.
It felt so hot around his finger, clenching and unclenching. "Hurt? I'm sorry, I'll stop." Akihito started to remove his finger but Asami hips rocked back and forth, his finger reappearing and disappearing with every movement. Without comment another finger joined the first, Asami's breath stopped and restarted, as quiet as the wind whispering through the trees.
Asami clutched as his neck, pulling him closer, Akihito's arm snaking to embrace the man that right at this moment, he loved more than life itself. Ask him tomorrow, and you might get a different answer, but right then, the ache in his chest lingered only with the wish to bring his lover pleasure.
His own need forgotten, he wondered if he looked so erotic, so incredibly sexy when Asami performed the same actions on him. Yet Asami didn't blush or cover his head with his hands, as if embarrassed. He only felt and enjoyed the rush with half-lidded eyes as Akihito's fingers pulsated, teasing the nerves which exploded with every brush of his touch.
Akihito's own need begged for attention, his fevered pace a reminder he hadn't seen Asami in a week. His cock replaced the fingers he removed suddenly. Asami rose up on his elbows, and his eyes sparkling he pulled his legs further apart.
"I'm sorry in advance if I screw this up." Akihito's hips rocked, yet he hadn't pushed in, waiting for a moment when Asami relaxed further. "Hey did I tell you I'm leaving for the United States in a couple of weeks?"
"What?" When Asami said 'what,' Akihito snapped his hips and stopped, the moist heat immediately overwhelming him. Oh…so this is what it felt like. Tight, and almost too much, like heaven.
"Geez, Akihito, warn a guy." Asami head snapped back, his taught neck exposed, as the tension in his body coiled and relaxed with a very gentle first thrust.
Akihito took advantage of that neck, nipping at Asami's collar bone, biting the earlobe that peeked out from under Asami's hair.
Sweat already dripped down and he wiped at it, getting a whiff of Asami's unique beautiful musk on his hands. He pushed forward then waited as Asami relaxed further. "Been a long time?" Akihito didn't want to ask, but Asami felt so tight he wondered if the man had ever bottomed, not that he had anything to compare it to.
"A long time." He sighed, rocking his hips side to side and pulled at Akihito's hips, to guide him further. "I never bottomed often."
"Yeah, I wonder why…Super Semi-sama."
A smirk graced those kissed-swollen lips, teasing him to come in and take another nip. "So, how is it on your end?"
"Better than all right."
"It's not going to become a habit is it…..aah..." An audible moan rumbled, Akihito speeding up and slowing down, aiming for the spot and searching Asami's face for confirmation as it contorted with building desire. He fixated on Asami's cock, watching it flip pre-cum and swell with each rock of Akihito's hips. The legs pulled back in invitation, hands, his and Asami's, clutched at the rug, now sweaty, stained and probably headed to the trash.
"I could see myself getting addicted to it." Akihito teased.
"Don't get your hopes..." A grunt swallowed whatever Asami was going to say.
"Asami…..Asami…" He breathed a mere whisper passing by his lips, now pinched white with each nibble of his lip as the compulsion to thrust overwhelmed his desire to take his time and please the man below him. Asami's eyes clenched shut, hips pushed back meeting Akihto's onslaught, slowly, the lips parted and one gasp escaped before Asami closed the mouth again and was silent.
"I want to hear you." His lips felt numb, wet from kissing and licking his lips.
"Then you have to do better than that." Asami challenged.
"I want to go slow, I want you to feel me." He thrusted hard, flesh meeting flesh, enjoying the tiny little grunt Asami gave and that tiny little line in the crease of his forehead.
Asami grinded his hips, pulling him towards him again to capture Akihito's bottom lip with his teeth, and with that angle, Akihito felt the first waver in that lust filled gaze. "Found it."
"Oh…that you did." Asami laid back, arms over his head, stretched, each sinewy muscle rippling with each building thrust. One hand found the couch's sturdy leg, and his fist gripped it, his knuckles white with tension.
"You're beautiful, Asami." Akihito whispered in the man's ear.
"MNnhhh….don't push it."
With the word push Akihito's pace faltered, his eyelids fluttered and closed, unable to watch Asami's erotic face. Hair, previously neat, fell into his eyes, blinding him further. His ears, however, heard everything – Asami's choked moan, the slapping of balls on ass, his own ragged breathing. He swallowed, angled and drove in frantically, more for Asami's need than his own, however right now the two of them seemed one and the same. The connection, far more than the act of sex, drove him as wave of euphoria rolled off his back and into his groin.
"Asami….Asami…." He faltered again, hips angling, rolling like an ocean's waves, a sea of sweat and scent. Somewhere, upstairs or in the next room, Asami's cell rang, the ringtone marking the time of his thrusts, driving him harder, deeper. The phone went ignored as it fell silent.
Asami grabbed him, pulling him into an odd embrace, driving his tongue into Akihito's mouth before his tongue found Akihito's ear. It distracted him for a moment, the tongue in his ear until Asami whispered, "I'm close. Harder."
A shift and Akihito braced, aiming for the spot. Asami's slight grunts rose in pitch but not in volume, his breath coming out in short rapid gasps, as his cock swelled with the need to come, as he couldn't hold back any longer, Asami's abs quivered and his legs wrapped around Akihito's waist, tightening around him and impaling himself onto Akihito's cock.
That was it, he couldn't hold back. "Asami!" He yelled, his groin flipped and the world left him for just an instant and he rode it, that wave of painless bliss, that dark ecstasy, when primal need makes savages of men.
He rode it out, eyes flipping open. Asami gasped, his hands rubbing himself, writhing as the last bits of Asami's cum dribbled onto his chest.
It was silent for a moment, Akihito listening to the thudding of his heart, so like the beat of a drummer. Someone spoke, and it wasn't him, he was still trying to catch his breath. "Well…..." Asami said.
"I did my best." Akihito replied. That look of lust in Asami's eyes softened, a smirk replaced that passionate smile, a hand whipped through his hair, and the man could, after getting dressed, head out to a meeting. Well, maybe after wiping the come off.
"Will that do?" Asami asked, giving him the Asami smirk.
"For now, I might be ready for another round in an hour or so, after I chew on some toothpicks and drink my Starbuck's and stand around awhile, staring at the Tokyo skyline." Akihito pulled out reluctantly, collapsing next to Asami, who put an arm around him protectively and pulled him close.
"I'm not staring, I'm admiring it." The rag from earlier made an appearance and Asami wiped the ribbons of white coating his chest and did the same with Akihito's now spent cock. In that gesture, he felt his need start to build again.
"Thinking about how much you own?" Akihito watched Asami clean, the towel going around and around his cock in soft easy strokes, a hand underneath his chin, his eyes lighting up with a delicious idea, as in another round sooner rather than later.
"I own all of it, Akihito, I own all of it."