Akihito stretched and grinned at his protesting muscles. It was a good ache, the kind of ache that came from a very satisfying night. It was only the third time he had spent the night with Asami after they had run into each other in one of the older man's clubs but it only got better and better.

Honestly, it was the best sex he had ever.

For now, he was keen to steal a cup of the super smooth expensive coffee before he headed to work. He wandered through the state of the art apartment wearing only his briefs and one of Asami's shirts. The man seemed to enjoy seeing him in them and he wasn't about to complain at the extra attention it earned. He felt like the hottest thing on the planet right now with the smoky look he was given as he climbed out of bed. Who would turn down such a blatant compliment so early in the morning?

The coffee machine whirred to life and he set about grabbing them both some breakfast. He was also hungry and was using the excuse of cooking for them both to get away with helping himself to food. He was high on satisfaction after last night's activities and was happy to enjoy that feeling for a little while longer before he came back to reality.

The penthouse door clicked open as he was lazily setting the table and he looked up to see an older couple walk into the room a few seconds later. He froze, staring at them with wide eyes like a deer in headlights. They stopped in their tracks and stared back.

Asami walked into the room wearing baggy pyjamas a moment later only to stop with the same shocked expression upon seeing the couple.

"Mother, father," he greeted stiffly. "What are you doing here?"

Oh fuck. These were his parents?

"Every time we try and organise to come and visit our only son, you always say you're too busy," the woman said with a dignified arch of her eyebrow.

"That's because I am busy," Asami muttered then with a small sigh, waved at Akihito. "This is Takaba Akihito."

Akihito wrapped the loose shirt tighter about his frame and bowed slightly as he murmured a greeting. Holy shit, they were on fuck three; no dates, no suggestion of a relationship and he was meeting the man's parents! Worse he had no pants on, was wearing the other man's shirt, had sex hair, and probably more than a few visible marks on his skin. To top it off, he was a man and clearly much younger than Asami.

His good mood from earlier disappeared in a flash as he prepared for the most awkward walk of shame in his life.

"Takaba, this Asami Masahiro and Asami Hanako, my parents," he continued gesturing to his father then mother.

They both politely greeted him with no hint of judgement on their faces. What on earth were they used to seeing when they visited their son to be so unperturbed by his appearance and honestly, his very presence?

"I ah," Akihito mumbled awkwardly looking between Asami's stony face and his calmly dignified parents, "I'll just get going…"

"Nonsense," the woman said, turning her attention to Akihito. "We are interrupting your breakfast. Please carry on, we can settle ourselves in."

Ah fuck, it gets worse.

"I can throw together some more breakfast if you haven't already eaten?" he offered tentatively, still sneaking glances between Asami and his mother. His father had yet to say anything beyond his greeting but he seemed content to hang back while his wife took the lead. If anything, he looked rather amused by what was taking place.

"That would be lovely, Takaba-kun, but please don't take too much trouble on our account."

"It's fine." He awkwardly starting making towards the bedroom. "I'll just, ah, grab some pants."

He fled the room and ran to the bedroom. He sunk to the floor with his head in his hands. This was going to be the most awkward meal of his life. What the hell was even going on? Pulling himself to his feet, he scrambled around for his clothes from last night and quickly got dressed.

It wasn't exactly the most appropriate clothing to meet the parents in; skin tight jeans that showed off his ass and a fairly tight button down casual shirt. To be fair, his intentions had been to show off to a certain beast, not to be meeting someone's dignified parents. The woman carried herself with an air of regal authority and command, and he could understand where some of Asami's aura came from. That was a woman that he did not want to mess with.

Shaking himself from his thoughts, Akihito made his way back into the kitchen to pour some coffee and tea. Asami's parents had sat down at the table and were drilling their son about what was going on his life. It was funny seeing the put together man being reduced to nothing more than a petulant teenager at the mercy of meddling parents. He was clearly not happy about their interruption of his morning.

At least Akihito was confident with his ability to throw together decent food at a moment's notice. He had done so enough times with friends crashing his apartment unexpectedly. It also kept him out of the firing line of the unending questions. He did learn a lot about Asami while he listened in, though.

Setting the last of the food on the table, Akihito slipped into the chair beside Asami, across from his parents. He mumbled his thanks for the food and set to digging in, hoping to avoid the conversation by being quiet and eating quickly so he could get the hell out of there.

"So, Takaba-kun, what do you do?" Asami Hanako asked.

Well fuck. Of course, it could never be that easy, could it?

"I'm a photographer," he replied as he slid more food onto his plate. Hopefully if he answered the question then stuffed his face, they would go back to talking to their son. "I work part time for fashion companies or magazines and part time as a criminal photographer and investigative journalist."

"How interesting!" the woman exclaimed.

"You must have worked on some interesting news stories doing that here in Tokyo," Asami Masahiro interjected, focusing even more intently on Akihito.

Shitshitshitshitshit.

This was the exact opposite of what he wanted to happen.

They spent the next half hour eating and talking. Akihito fielded all sorts of questions from stories from his work, to his hobbies and interests, to how he met Asami. He tried to be as polite as possible but might have gotten a little impassioned when talking about his journalistic work. He was just clearing the table, refusing the offered help, and thought he might finally be able to make his escape.

"You should marry this one, Ryuichi," Hanako said idly as she sipped her tea. "He's a keeper."

Akihito and Asami both choked at the same time.

"He's such a cute, respectful boy and obviously very passionate and talented. Unlike that actress, what was her name? Ah, it doesn't matter." She waved her hand in dismissal. "Awful woman. Akihito-kun would make an excellent son-in-law and a wonderful father. You could adopt those gorgeous little grandbabies that you have been denying me all these years, Ryuichi."

Akihito stared at the woman in utter shock as she carried on, spouting his good points and scolding Asami for not putting a ring on it like right now.

Well, fuck.

He suspected his life was about to get a whole lot more interesting.

A/N:AKA Asami's mother has given up on her son finding a nice person to settle down with until she meets Akihito and she's not about to let her son fuck it up.