AN: Sorry about the short chapter. Things should be better once I finish moving. so considering the latest chapter from Yamane's series on BB-Gold, my plot will differ in only how Akihito came about solving the mystery by visiting the dilemma via a different route. I hope I don't disappoint. Next up, Asami makes his move.

04: Color Me Tamed

Akihito felt like the world's perviest peeping tom if there ever was such a title. He couldn't close his eyes, let alone will himself to turn away from the spectacle. Or spectacles as it were.

He knew the place he went into was a host establishment that Sakazaki owned. What the photographer hadn't expected was the hidden rooms that he had daringly agreed to be lead into. If there ever was a trap to be laid and sprung upon him, surely he had stupidly walked right into it. Unfortunately, Akihito's brain function weren't operating at the highest levels that night due to a dangerous concoction of consequences. Namely his lack of sleep for the past few days, his earlier alcoholic consumption and the ever lingering sting of betrayal from Asami; all did its part to undermine his thought processes. In other words, the wildcat within is currently acting on its basest instincts. Thus, Akihito determined, any threat here after would be met with claws, teeth and what not. He was prepared for an attack.

What he wasn't prepared for was the sight of his kohai, Hiro, sucking one man's dick while being rammed by another. When he turned his face from shock and embarrassment, he was met with another and another see through panels of salacious activity.

Unfortunately, the heat staining his cheeks wasn't just from embarrassment.

Just as he planned, the cute photographer was caught like a rabbit between a wolf's paw. Sakazaki licked his chops, relishing the perfect opportunity he created. Ever since he had a taste of the boy, his curiosity had been itching to know just how much the great and powerful Asami Ryuichi had trained Takaba Akihito. He tried keeping his distance. He really did. However Sakazaki figured (just recently that is), after his trespass with the boy and received no retribution from Asami or his people, Takaba was probably a pet amongst many. It would seem, not even a favored one to warrant a response.

And since the little rabbit has hop voluntarily onto his territory, no one can blame him the temptation to fully sample someone else's work now could they?

With some effort to withhold his self back, Sakazaki close in on Takaba from behind and boxed him in, being careful not to scare the boy off. Regardless of the quality of the sound proof room, he kept his voice to a low whisper near the boy's ear.

"I like to call it my 'Voyeur Panorama'. Quite picturesque isn't it? Some clients like to watch before they join in on the fun. A few even bring their spouses to liven up their sex life."

The telltale heat and coloration from the boy was a dead giveaway, the club owner couldn't contain his lascivious grin. "So what do you think?"

Akihito rubbed his sweaty palms on his jeans and tried to summon some saliva to wet his lips before speaking. And promptly forgot what he wanted to say. Honestly, Akihito had no idea. His throat and mouth felt dry. His breath was coming out shallow. The room felt ten degrees too hot. And his palms were sweaty.

Wow. Could Hiro really bend like that? Was it even humanly possible? Suppose all that gymnastic training back in high school must have helped. He almost tilted his head to follow the move but that would mean he's been watching most intently, which he wasn't mind you.

His eyes were wide open and glued to the panel with his kohai. For some reason, seeing someone he knows doing something like that made it all the more fascinating. Not that the other two panels weren't to say the least. The panel with the fat balding guy trussed up in leather being fucked by a petite imposing yet quite beautiful woman with a strap on was too traumatic to keep watching. It made his gut clench from revulsion. Another panel where a few normal looking couples were having some type of orgy should have been titillating to watch. Unfortunately seeing the daisy chain of body parts affected with toys inserting, clamping, and all around being used made him nauseous instead. What really freaked him out were the rapturous looks of pleasure/pain on all their faces. It reminded him too much of a certain someone's secret S&M hideaway and what he personally had endured in that room.

Then his breathe got caught. His kohai was suddenly pushed down from riding astride to lie on one of the men's back, while the other positioned himself between them.

Oh. My. Word.

Akihito took a step forward and placed his sweaty palm on the glass. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"You're in luck."

"Gah!"

His whole body jolted from the shock even though the other's voice wasn't above a whisper. He remembered now. Sakazaki had followed him into the room… and of course… after he took a look at his lower half… had been quite busy. No wonder Akihito felt so exposed. The man had managed to open his fly while he was distracted. That sneaky bastard!

Furious with his own lack of awareness as well as the club owner's relentless tactics to get into his pants quite literally, Akihito pulled away from the other's grip and twirl around.

"W—why did you bring me here?"

He was proud of himself. His voice didn't sound squeaky or breathless at all. Not the least.

And cue the perverted smirk all molesters seem to be well practice in. The other didn't answer him and Akihito followed the club owner's line of sight and promptly zip himself up, then he pulled his somewhat torn shirt down over his crotch for extra measure.

That was a close call. Akihito couldn't afford to be further distracted and tried his best to ignore the movements he detected from his peripheral vision. In no way was he interested, certainly not. His Adams apple bobbed up and down in quick succession, while his breath quicken in mockery of his attempts.

Instead of invading his space once more though, Sakazaki stepped back and… examined him from head to toe. Truly, he felt like a butterfly pinned for display. Akihito had just about enough of the strung out sexual harassment from the sleazy owner when the guy finally chose to reveal his (no doubt very clichéd) villainous proposition.

"I have a proposition for you."

Hah! Being the professional, Akihito refrained from rolling his eyes. He could guess on one hand what the man wants. And bingo Sakazaki doesn't disappoint.

"I want to be your new master."

Okaaaaay.

That was new.

He could totally deal with that Akihito thought.

Thus he deadpanned in response, "You're fucking out of your mind."

Of course Sakazaki chose to ignore him, like any other controlling sleaze ball he's ever met.

"You're training seems incomplete, given the amount of willfulness you still display. Although I can see why it is appealing."

Akihito really hates being ignored.

"Look, I have enough—"

"Yes play time is certainly over, little kitten."

Now this is just getting lame. Akihito's hackles rose up several notches. It was time to get out of dodge.

"You know what, forget I ever came here. Later!"

With caution, Akihito backed up very carefully through the door, making sure all the while to keep his eyes warily on the club owner. He didn't want any surprise and yet, met opposition before he even passed the threshold. Of course, goons lying in wait; Akihito should have known.

"I think not. I intend to tame you."

Ah shit.