A/N: Drunk Asami on the subject of pet names. Probably occ.
"Are you… Are you drunk?" Akihito asked in disbelief. Asami leered from where he was leaning heavily against the kitchen doorway. He wobbled slightly as he moved forward, barely keeping his balance. "Oh my god, you are."
"I was drinking with a client," Asami slurred as he draped himself over Akihito, "but I much prefer to be home with my feisty little kitten."
"Don't call me that," Akihito grumbled back as he tried to stop the already wandering hands from making their way under his clothing.
"Why not? You're my fiery little wildcat, all snarls and sharp claws on the outside. But oh, you purr for me, don't you? Mmm, I'll make you purr for me right here." Akihito's breath hitched as Asami nibbled that one weak spot just under his ear.
"Just call me Aki then, like everyone else."
"No," Asami slurred as he pulled back to look at him. If he didn't know better, he would have said the older man was pouting.
"Why not?"
"Because everyone else calls you that," was the sulky reply. Akihito gaped. Asami was honest to god pouting. He had never seen such a childish expression on the other man's face before. Hands smoothed over his clothing as his lover apparently drunkenly appreciated his form.
"So you just want to be special." Akihito deadpanned. Asami nodded in confirmation and wobbled precariously as he nearly lost his balance. He barely caught the older man and rolled his eyes as Asami took it as an opportunity to drape himself back over him. "If I'm going to call you anything else, I just call you Ryu."
"No one else calls me that. Only you." Asami slurred as he began fiddling with the back of Akihito's apron. He flushed, he hadn't known that he was the only one to call him that. The note of satisfaction and pride in his lovers tone left a warm feeling in his chest. "Your mother calls you darling and even though you taste so sweet, sweetie or honey as pet names are just sickening. For all your appearance on the surface, you are not, in fact, an angel. Unless there are angels in hell?" he mused as he fiddled with the apron and Akihito suddenly realised that he must be trying to remove but was struggling in his inebriated state. "You are far too naughty for a heaven angel. Such dirty desires you have. But ahh, how I enjoy satisfying them. So perhaps an angel from hell, a fitting place for us both in truth."
Akihito's face was bright red as he listened, speechless, to Asami's drunken ramblings. He had clearly put a lot of thought into this before now. The man moved and began to kiss along his neck in between his slurred words.
"So naughty angel was an option. But it's two words, I want something shorter or I may as well call you Akihito. Baby is a viable option. Ahh, I can just see the angry blush and splutters as I call you that. Very satisfying. Hmm, Baaaaby?" Asami drawled right into his ear, deep and low. "But kitten is still far more accurate. It sums you up so well. My fiery little spit fire. God, I love your fire. I cannot tell you how hot it gets me when you get all fired up with those defiant eyes. It doesn't matter that you know how it will end, you never stop fighting. Fuck you get me going."
Akihito wondered if it was possible to blush right down to your toes. He had never heard Asami speak like this before. To be fair, he had never seen the man anywhere near this drunk before. He was completely wasted. There was a small sound of triumph and he felt the apron shift as the back finally came loose. It was a testament to Asami's intoxication that it took that long. Or perhaps it was more that the man couldn't multi task in this state because normally Akihito would have been out of his clothing in two seconds flat if that's what he wanted.
"Okay, enough of that. How about you go sit on the couch and I'll get you some water." Asami bit down on his neck and Akihito gasped. He automatically arched into his lover at the sensation and had to force himself back. Grabbing Asami by the shoulders, he managed to pull him off and steer him into the lounge. The man was pouting again, clearly unhappy about being denied. "How about," Akihito said as he avoided the grabby hands trying to pull him onto the couch, "You drink all the glass of water I'm going to get for you and I'll do something for you in return."
"The sort of something where you get down on your knees for me?" Asami's voice was husky with arousal and he leaned back into the couch as he awaited his answer.
"Sure, if that's what you want." Akihito was glad that at least he couldn't blush any more. It just wasn't physically possible. At this point he was willing to agree to anything if it meant that Asami would behave for a moment. He could always worm his way out of it later if he wanted to. "Now wait there. I'll reward you only if you behave."
He could feel the eyes on his ass as he dashed out of the room. Akihito grabbed his phone and noticed an unread message from his lover's secretary.
Please make sure he drinks water.
WTF, why is he drunk?! he messaged back.
The reply came as he was finishing pouring a glass of water.
I apologise. There was a meeting today with a client that required a level of inebriation to get through without someone being shot. Normally I would let him sober up before bringing him home but he was quite eager to see you. He'll most likely sleep. You do not want to know the amount of whiskey it took to get him in that state.
That bad, huh? Well then. Akihito returned to the living room to find his lover passed out on the couch. He set the glass of water down and took a moment to appreciate how relaxed he seemed in sleep. He never liked the pet names, they always felt so teasing, almost mocking. But if Asami had put that much thought into, then maybe he would let it slide occasionally.