Chapter 7
Kirishima frowns while taking notes on his small, leather notebook. The office air is tense and heavy. His boss's eyes are a melted golden, showing how angry the man is. It amazes Kirishima how Asami can feel such emotion with a topic not related to him. Well, since Akihito first crossed path with Asami, his boss has not been the same. It is not a bad thing, actually Asami is more relaxed and from time to time, Kirishima catches the man smirking or shaking his head.
"I assume they have the facility near Tokyo. Other wise, Akihito would not be able to get to me. Yet it is true that neither I nor Akihito know how long it has been since he run away."
Kirishima nods, his frown deepening.
"I want a list of all the bosses that might be involved in live-sex toys. From what Akihito has told me, I am guessing he was either born on that facility or brought there very young."
"I will check some orphanages that might be selling kids to dealers. Word goes around that, that is what is getting money. Dealers no longer simply kidnap children, they buy them from institutions too."
Asami looks at his secretary and second in command. Kirishima is always one step ahead and Asami greatly appreciates it. It does not worry him that Kirishima would try and kill Asami. The man's loyalty runs deep. The same goes for Souh.
With a nod from his boss, Kirishima gets up from the chair and walks out of the office to carry Asami's orders.
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Over the mouth Akihito has been living in Asami's penthouse, the decoration suffered dramatic changes. What used to be a house to simply sleep is now a home. Due to Akihito's past, the boy had no idea how to do chores which resulted in many broken things, burned meals and ruined clothes.
Unlike what most would believe, Asami did not get mad at Akihito nor punished the boy – at least not like a normal person would. Instead, Asami got to play with his boy, discovering what made Akihito moan and gasp, scream and whimper. A simple kiss on the neck or a squeeze on the ass. Nothing much. Still, it made Akihito improve his skills on the chores.
The smell of food fills the older man when Asami enters the house. The hall, that used to have a simple expensive painting and an equal expensive table, is now filled with photos taken from Akihito, plants and some simple decorations the boy buys on a whim. The simple taste of Akihito makes Asami smile as he walks into the living room. It is a routine now. Asami gets home to a delicious smell in the air, he places his bag and suit jacket on a chair and goes to find his boy at the kitchen.
It never occurred to the older man how much he likes this routine. How finding Akihito at the kitchen makes Asami feel peaceful.
Akihito turns yelping at seeing the older male by the door frame. Like the dramatic person Akihito his, the boy brings his hand to his heart and takes a deep breath, before glaring at Asami.
"God, Asami! Stop scaring me like that!"
The grin on Asami's lips grows and the older male walks slowly to his boy. His golden eyes fixed on Akihito's lips. Without further warning, one arm circles around Akihito's waist bringing the boy flat against Asami's hard chest. The man's other hand cupping his boy's cheek before crushing their lips together. Akihito lets out a soft moan, his hands finding their place at Asami's waist, while he returns the kiss.
Akihito grow craving this moment. The time of the day when Asami would get home, silently stalk Akihito on the kitchen and place those sinful lips on his. Tasting the unique flavor they provide.
Slowly, Asami moves his lips against Akihito's, taking in the softness before running his tongue over the boy's lower lip and finally conquering that delicious mouth. Carefully, as if kissing a long lost lover, Asami maps Akihito's mouth. Letting his tongue run over Akihito's teeth, the top of his mouth and finally tangle with his boy's tongue.
A whimper escapes Akihito while the boy presses himself more to Asami. The will to fight long lost. If it ever existed. Way to soon, Asami breaks the kiss only to start placing open mouthed kisses over Akihito's neck. Playing with the skin under the collar with his tongue. Akihito moans before a gasp leaves his lips when Asami bites lightly on his shoulder.
Somewhere along their make out, Akihito's hands traveled up to Asami's hair. While Asami's hands found their way under Akihito's shirt, caressing the smooth skin of his stomach and back.
Akihito rests his head on Asami's shoulder, whimpering once more. The older male places a final kiss on his boy's temple, keeping Akihito pressed close to him.
"You are going to make me burn dinner."
Asami lets out a deep chuckle at Akihito's comment, not really caring that the boy got better at cooking. Amazingly better. Reluctantly, Asami let go of his boy watching as Akihito goes back to his cooking. The boy's face red as a tomato. Without a word, the older male makes his way into the master bedroom to strip, take a bath and put on some comfortable clothes.
As always, Akihito has dinner ready and the table put when Asami is finished. And like always, the dinner is silent with the sound of the TV filling the quiet room. Asami eyes his boy, watching as Akihito slowly eats, his posture straight as Asami taught him. Pride fills the older male while his eyes land on the leather collar sitting peacefully around Akihito's neck. Asami knows how much his boy hates it but to him it is a turn on.
Akihito glances up and frowns slightly before blushing.
"W-what?"
Asami grins and decides to play a little with Akihito.
"I see one of the white vases seem to be missing." All the colors drain from Akihito's face and the boy starts to stutter explaining how it broke while he was cleaning the book shelf. Asami chuckles silencing the boy. "What have I told you about breaking the decorations?"
"T-to not w-worry about i-it."
The older male nods finishing his food resting against the chair's back.
"Is that why you did not tell me?"
"N-no... I actually forgot because... you know... you... you kissed me and all..."
Akihito's face grows more and more red as each words leaves his mouth making Asami grin.
"Hum."
Asami stands up and walks away making Akihito release a relived sigh. It has been weeks since Akihito last broke something and the boy did not want to be 'punished'. Asami did not look mad, well truth be told he never looked mad. Amused yes, mad no.
Shaking his head, the boy stands up taking some dishes with him.
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A content sighs leaves Akihito's lips as the boy closes his eyes enjoying the warmth of Asami's body. The boy was actually scared Asami would punish him for breaking the vase. Truth be told, what scared Akihito was not the punishment but what it would consist of. Asami seems to love teasing him and Akihito is not sure how he feels about it.
Instead, the older male spent some time in his office before joining Akihito in the living room. The soft caressing on his hair lulling the boy to sleep. In moments like these, Akihito had no will to be defiant and fight Asami for every single thing.
He faintly feels the hand leave his hair and travel down, following the curve of his body to his waist and around to his ass. Simply resting there. Akihito opens his eyes and looks up to find Asami looking at him. The gold in the older man's eyes darkening.
Instantly, Akihito understands what is happening and jumps away from the older male. Panic raising in him. Asami stays sitting on the couch, his eyes fixed on Akihito. One of his hand reaches out grabbing the boy's wrist pulling Akihito to him. Surprised by the action, Akihito trips on his own feet and falls on his knees between Asami's legs.
Fear and despair mix with the panic and Asami cannot help but feel guilty. His plans need to keep going and for that he needs Akihito.
His other hand wrap around Akihito's free wrist, securing the boy in place and pressing him to Asami more. Akihito struggles feeling sweat run down his back and forehead. Deep down he knew it was only a matter of time before Asami decided to be like them.
Holding both Akihito's wrist in one hand, Asami undoes his robe opening it. Akihito's eyes wide even more at the sight of Asami's cock. All colors disappearing from his face. It is not full erect but God help him if it is not big already. A hand runs over his hair and Akihito looks up. His frighted hazel eyes locking with deep golden ones. They are not cold nor calculative as the boy thought they would be. They are warm and... inviting?
Slowly, Akihito lowers his eyes to the cock in front of him and something clicks in his head. Asami can clearly see the moment Akihito's unconsciousness takes over. His boy's eyes darken and grow lifeless. In a second Akihito's tongue come out to lick from Asami's base to head before taking the hot member in his mouth.
Asami hisses softly watching Akihito take his cock down his throat, hollowing his cheeks as he comes up just to engulf it again. He frees Akihito's hands which come rest on Asami's tights. His boy's eyes are close and Akihito hums softly while swallowing around his cock.
Asami has no reason now to doubt Akihito's story. No one is this good at giving a blow-job unless they were trained. And hell if Akihito is not very well trained. Asami's hand tighten on Akihito's hair and the boy lets the older male guide his movements. The boy never fights not tries to get away. Akihito simply follows the movements of Asami's hand. Asami presses his boy's face down, making Akihito take his cock deeper inside his mouth.
His cock sits peacefully down Akihito's throat effectively cutting the air to his lungs. Yet his boy does not fight him. Akihito sits, waiting patiently for Asami to allow him to breath. Asami wonders for a second if Akihito will not fight him even when the need to breath becomes to great.
Gently, Asami pulls his boy's head away from his cock getting a whimper from Akihito. Asami studies his boy's face seeing Akihito take deep breaths before opening his hazel eyes and look at Asami's face. Waiting.
"Strip."
Akihito does not hesitate in doing as told making Asami frown. He was sure the boy would come back to himself as soon as he felt the dangerous was gone. Asami grabs Akihito's wrist once more and pulls the boy to the sofa, laying down behind Akihito. The boy's back pressed into Asami's chest. Akihito looks back at the older male, his face still emotionless. Asami runs his hand down Akihito's side, caressing gently the soft skin taking his time to play with his boy's nipples making Akihito moan.
"Akihito."
One of Asami's hands find its way to Akihito's ass, parting the firm cheeks and running a finger over the pink entrance. Akihito moans louder.
"Come back to me, Akihito or I am going to fuck you raw."
Asami watches as his boy slowly breaks free from his unconsciousness, blinking slowly and looking back at Asami. Those amazing hazel eyes fill with emotions. Confusion, fear, lust. Asami places a kiss on Akihito's neck while shoving a finger inside him. Akihito gasps not understanding what is happening. The slight pain and uncomfortableness making Akihito try and escape Asami's actions.
Asami fingers his boy slowly adding a second and then a third finger. Akihito's moans grows louder, the pain gone and a sense of fullness taking over. The boy simply taking what Asami offers. Without warning, Asami takes his fingers away and replaces them with his cock. Akihito does scream this time yet the boy still does not fight. He cannot. Although his body is in pain it does not want to part from Asami's.
"A-Asami. So full..." Akihito places a hand over his belly. "I-I am so full."
Asami kisses Akihito's neck, his hand lifting Akihito's leg and placing it over his own legs, spreading his boy for him. Akihito whimpers. Asami places his hand over the boy's on the belly. The feel of Akihito around his, his warmth and tightness makes the older male wish to never part from Akihito. His other arm wraps around Akihito's chest, the hand secure on the boy's shoulder. Akihito moans not sure what to do.
Deep inside his mind, the boy knows he should be fighting Asami. Trying to get away. Yet his body scream for this. To this fullness Asami is giving him. To this closeness. Asami slowly pulls out to the tip and thrusts back in with force. Akihito's eyes roll back and the boy forgets everything around him except Asami.
The older male keeps his slow yet firm pace. His eyes lock on his boy's face a sense of relive washes over him. He is grateful no one ever touched Akihito like this. Asami is pissed off enough. He does not need to kill the entire underworld. Akihito moans his name desperately wanting something. Asami starts to thrust faster turning Akihito into a moaning mess.
"P-pl-please... Asami... P-please..."
Asami grins. He intertwine his fingers with Akihito's at the boy's belly and secure his other wrist, stopping Akihito from touching his weeping cock. Adjusting his hips slightly Asami thrusts grow in force, his cock finding that special place inside his boy. Those bastards might have trained Akihito's mouth but it is him who will train Akihito's body.
"A-Asami. I want... I want..."
"Yes, Akihito."
"I w-want... I-I need... A-Asami, what...?"
Asami closes his eyes, resting his forehead on Akihito's shoulder. His boy starts to tighten around his cock. He never thought Akihito's body would feel so good. So right.
"Yes, my pet, cum for me."
The boy does not need to be told twice. His seeds landing in his stomach and chest. Asami growls when Akihito tightens painfully around him making the older male cum deep inside the boy. Asami's name leaves once more Akihito's mouth between pants. Asami thrust a few more times before stopping completely. His cock still deep inside his boy. Akihito is limp on the sofa. His chest raising fast as he tries to catch his breath.
Asami lets go of his boy's hands and runs his own over the sensitive body making Akihito whimper. A delicious blush spreads over his boy's face making Akihito even more red. Asami pulls out from Akihito with a pop sound.
"Go take a shower and get in bed. I will be there shortly."
Without looking at the older male, Akihito obediently does as told. Asami watches his boy limp, his cum running down Akihito's tights. Pride fills the older male. Now the only thing left is find who ever Akihito is afraid of and then Asami is free to complete his plans.
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Tears run down Akihito's face as he turns the water on. He does not understand why but he does not feel disgusted. Not with him, Asami or what they did. The drying cum on his stomach proof enough that Akihito liked it. Even craved it. Is he that fucked up?
Akihito bites his hand to stop a scream from breaking loose. Closing his eyes, Akihito takes deep breaths to calm himself. He reaches for the shampoo mechanically washing himself. Akihito takes longer washing his body the feeling of something running down his legs making the boy shiver. Akihito does not dare reaching back and see what it is.
He knows what it is. He just does not want to believe.
-VF-
The bed deepens as Asami lays on it. Akihito is curled on the other side. The older male sighs silently getting comfortable before wrapping an arm around his boy's waist. Without words, Akihito rolls over and presses his front into Asami's chest. The boy does not care.
Right now he craves Asami's warmth. The security only the older male could ever provide. The sense of belonging, of being wanted and cared. Akihito does not care if it is fake. He does not care if he is only a paw in Asami's plans. Akihito can only hope Asami will keep him.
A big hand starts to rub his back and just then Akihito notices he has been shivering. His body feels cold.
Asami does not speak. The older male has no idea what to say. Asami is not sure if Akihito feels disgusted or confused. Just because the boy seeks his warmth or presence – he is not sure which – does not mean Akihito does not feel disgusted with himself.
The body in his arms slowly stops shivering and deep, long breaths can be heard in the silent room. Asami looks down to see his boy sleeping. A frown on his face. Without thinking, Asami lifts his hand and runs a finger over Akihito's frown smoothing the skin. The boy mumbles something, pressing more against the older male.
Asami keeps running his hands over Akihito's body until sleep too engulfs him. A soft almost invisible smile on his hard lips. At least his boy did not push him away.
I am going to tell you guys now - before you all get together and try to find me - the next chapter might take a while to be updated. I am trying to keep them coming (this sounded so wrong!), but no promises. The story is finally taking form and I need time to not let anything out or do something wrong.
