As promised here is the new chapter of TMWTRK. My friend is currently reading this story and called me in the middle of the night – around 4 am when I was happy in lalaland – to scream at me. Apparently, in the beginning everything was leading for Akihito coming from abusive parents or something like that.

I am proud to say, my work has paid off!


Chapter 9

Eyes follow every step Akihito takes. He could fool himself with the idea that it was the damn collar safely adorning his neck. But in reality it is the fact that Asami does not let the boy leave his side. Not even to use the bathroom. Akihito remembers blushing while peeing just because Asami was in the bathroom too. It feels almost as if the older male is afraid he will disappear.

Akihito frowns while looking around. Nothing seems out of the ordinary. The only bodyguards Asami has is Kirishima and Souh, like always. An old man approaches the couple and Asami turns immediately giving the man a nod. Akihito frowns deepens but the boy keeps his mouth shut only politely greeting the old man. Akihito ignores their talk while eying the food table trying to figure out what is on display. He and Asami went out for dinner at another one of the man's expensive traditional Japanese restaurants. Asami simply said party's food is not good.

"It is horrible that Sora-san fled from the weeding. Arisawa-dono is quite mad at the events. Not to mention the girl has not said a word ever since. No one knows where the damn creature is."

The old man keeps rumbling while Asami eyes his boy. Not caring for being rude, Asami leans overs Akihito's ears to whisper.

"Are you hungry?"

Akihito blinks before turning to Asami. The older male's arm is around his waist in a possessive way. Akihito is not sure why but his instincts tell him to keep close to Asami. His eyes find Asami's golden ones.

"Not really."

At the boy's reply, Asami lifts his eyebrow. The though of since when does Akihito refuses food fills his mind. Asami resumes his talk with the boring man that is now speaking of business. Even though, Asami sometimes comments on the man's words, his mind is alert. He knows Kirishima and Souh are ready to take action if necessary, along with some other bodyguards.

"It is said some new company is running for the top by using dirty money. No one plays fair anymore." The old man keeps talking while drinking is whiskey. "I also heard they make experiences on humans." Asami focus is attention on the man as does Akihito "They seem to already have some faithful costumers. Nothing much, people from the American and Russian Mafia. Which is fun, because they cannot stand each other."

"What is the name of the company?"

The old man coughs looking at Asami with wide eyes. His mouth opens and closes for a few seconds before he cleans his throat. Asami does not understand why the old man is so surprised. Did the man think he was listening? Horrible mistake.

"I—I do-don't k-know. It i-is only a ru-rumer..." The old man takes out a scarf and cleans his sweaty forehead. Asami notices how he keeps looking around. As if afraid. "I-I most go... Great some f-f-friends.."

The old man walks away in a worry making Asami chuckles but keep his sharp eyes on the man's small figure. Akihito groans beside him while looking around. The boy is bored. Asami can easily tell. Akihito was never fond of these parties but he seemed to be behaving very well at this one. Actually, the boy has been behaving ever since Asami put the collar on him.

For some reason, Asami misses the other Akihito. The one who will make smart remarks about anything and challenge him. The one that keeps his home warm and his life interesting.

"Asami Ryuuichi."

The happy voice calling his name makes Akihito freeze and grab Asami's sleeve. Akihito recognizes that voice. How deep and carefree it sounds. How commanding it is. Images of his time on the facility, of them, fill his mind and the boy cannot do anything aside close his eyes and hide his face on Asami's chest. The arm around his waist tightens automatically.

"Asami Ryuuichi, it is nice meeting you here. Along with your pet."

Asami eyes the man in front of him. The man is tall with light blond hair, bright blue eyes, a strong face and the aura around him screams danger. Well, not to Asami. He is not afraid of the man. Even though, the man has some Asiatic features there are others that suggest European – maybe German. Asami keeps silent simply eying the man, two more dressed in fine clothes stands a few feet behind. He wonders for a second if they are bodyguards but soon dismisses the idea. They probably work for the man but they are not simple bodyguards.

"Akihito." The man eyes his boy who keeps his face presses into Asami's chest. A shiver runs down his body at the sound of his name but nothing more. "It seems he has forgotten his manners. Our apology." The man is back speaking to Asami. "My name is Dante, Hitomy Dante." Dante extends his hand but Asami ignores it, keeping his eyes on the man's. With a smirk, Dante lets his hand fall at his side.

"Very well, we shall talk about business. You have something that rightfully belongs to us." His blue eyes land on Akihito once more before going back to face Asami. "We are willing to let you keep him, even though he is an unfinished project. But, you will have to pay the double his previous owner was going to pay. You see, Akihito here is a very wanted toy."

Asami finds himself getting sick as the man keeps talking. He knows he only wants Akihito to reach his goals but in no way would he ever use and sell the boy. The man keeps talking about prices and ways of payment. Akihito shiver beside him. Yet, Asami keeps clam and relaxed, simply listening to Dante. Once the man finally shuts up they stare at each other. The gentle grin on Dante's face tells Asami the man thinks he won. His eyes run one last time over Dante's body taking in the fancy dark blue suit with white tie. The shiny black shoes and expensive golden watch before his cold golden eyes meet those cold blue ones.

"I found Akihito on the street without a collar, a brand or anything that would say he was already owned." Asami's voice is calm, composed and bored. As if talking to a rude child. "I took him in, gave him a home, a bed and fed him. Yet, you come to me demanding that I pay for what is already mine. If anything, you should be the one paying me for having such trouble."

Dante's grin falls as Asami keeps talking, his hands curl into a fist and his mouth forms a tin line. Asami can see the exact moment where he won. Dante breaks eye contact to look around. The two men behind him look confused and slightly scared.

"Now, please excuse me but you made my pet unconformable."

Confusion and disappointment fills Akihito and the boy dares look at Dante before Asami pulls him away. For a second, their eyes meet. Akihito looks into the eyes that have been hunting him. And even though, Asami said all that hurtful stuff, the boy cannot help but feel safe.

Just like on that night when Asami found him.

-VF-

Anger, confusion, despair, fear, sadness. Akihito obediently follows Asami as the older male exists the elevator and opens the penthouse door. Everything is done in silence. Not even a glance is changed between them. Akihito enters the house, closing the door behind him and taking his shoes off. Asami walks to the bar, purring himself a glass of whiskey.

The boy is not sure how he should act. The pain he felt because of Asami's words disappeared on the car ride. No. It did not disappear. It numbed. Now Akihito wants to scream. He wants to demand answers from Asami. Answers he knows the man will only give by miracle. After all Akihito is just his pet. With angry footsteps the boy walks to the kitchen, he needs to do something. Anything. Looking around Akihito starts to open and close cabinet after cabinet. Deciding that it is too late for food, the younger boy puts a pot with water on the stove. Tea. Tea is good. And Akihito needs something to help him calm down.

The only sounds on the house are his breath. Akihito does not know where Asami went nor does he care. Well, he does because he wants to scream at the older male. Throw something at Asami maybe. No, that is not a smart move. The older man will probably punish him for it. And Akihito is not in the mood for Asami's punishments.

Once the water is hot, Akihito adds the leaves and let the tea cool for a moment before pouring a cup for himself. The younger male blows at the hot liquid before carefully taking a sip. The hot tea warms his insides but does not cease his trail of thoughts. Akihito glances at the kitchen door before turning back to his tea. He does not want to share a bed with Asami tonight. Yet he knows if he tries to sleep somewhere else Asami will drag him back to bed.

After all, Akihito is just a pet.

With the tea gone, Akihito places the mug on the sink and takes a deep breath. Sooner or later he will have to face Asami. Slowly, he makes his way to the master bedroom. The lights are off making Akihito frown. As he opens the door, his eyes land on the figure under the covers. Akihito is not sure if he is relived or disappointed or angry. Going with the relived, the younger boy walks into the bathroom in order to strip off his clothes. Too tire to take a bath, Akihito returns to the bedroom, carefully placing the suit on the chair before sliding in bed.

He learned long ago that sleeping in just his boxers was fine. Asami never tried anything. Well, he did but it was only once. The other times the boy had been asleep so... no harm done. Apparently Akihito's judgment of Asami is proved wrong when a large hand slips inside his boxers to squeeze his dick. A cry of pain and surprise escapes his mouth.

Asami's hand squeeze a little more but not enough to hurt too much. Even so, it makes Akihito tense and go still.

Why is Asami mad? It should be me who his mad and squeezing the life out of his dick!

The hand releases his dick, sliding down to cup his balls gently before one finger finds Akihito's entrance. Unconsciously, Akihito lifts his leg to give Asami more access. The finger traces his entrance making the muscles tighten. His eyes close and Akihito rests his head on the arm that snickered under it. Soft, warm lips place kisses over his neck. It feels good. The action feels good. Akihito opens his eyes slowly, the finger keeps tracing his tight ring sometimes applying pressure but never entering.

Akihito moves his hips slightly feeling Asami's hard cock press against his ass cheeks. The boy has two options: fight Asami and still be fucked or participate and be fucked. The first one will probably cause more pain than the second. And Asami is not a gentle lover. Giving up to his fate, Akihito rolls to his back surprising Asami. The older male eyes his boy silently, he was waiting for the fight. To have to pin Akihito to the bed and take what is rightful his.

Yet here is Akihito turning his body to Asami while his hands reach for his soft black hair. The hand inside Akihito's boxers seem to relax, the fingers travel up to wrap around his dick. A moan leaves Akihito's lips at the soft caress.

Asami slowly runs his hand up and down his boy's cock feeling it harden more. His golden eyes stay on Akihito's face. A soft blush spreading over his cheeks, that tempting mouth parted as soft pants escape, eyes closed. Akihito never looked more beautiful. One of the boy's hands tighten in Asami's hair while the other craves his nail on Asami's shoulder. Asami moves so he his leaning on his arm while his hands strokes his boy slowly. His eyes leave his boy's face to trace over Akihito's pink, arched body, his legs slightly spread. Asami removes his hand and pulls the covers away.

His boy's body shivers at the cold while a whimper leaves Akihito's lips. With fast movements, Akihito's boxers are pushed away and Asami's tongue traces his boy's hard cock. Akihito's head falls back on the bed, his eyes and mouth wide open in a silent scream. Asami licks at Akihito's head a few times before taking the cock into his mind. This time a scream leaves his boy's mouth. Pleased with the reaction, Asami starts to move his head at a slow but firm pace.

One of Akihito's hands grabs Asami's hair while the other fists on the sheets. Akihito is not sure what to do. His body shivers lightly at the millions sensations that Asami is giving him. His head turns from one side to the other while whimper and moans escapes his parted lips. Without mercy, Asami keeps sucking his boy occasionally pulling away to licks and give small bits at the heated flesh. When the taste of pre-cum fills his mouth Asami pulls away watching as Akihito looks at him confused and dejected.

Hazel eyes dark with lust and something more. Fear. Yet, Asami is proud and happy that his boy is still himself. The older male was - dare he say - afraid that at any time Akihito would shut off. When his name leave Akihito's lips followed by a whimper, Asami grins and leans down to place a soft kiss on his boy's neck. With his hands firm on his boy's hips Asami spreads Akihito's legs with his own. His hard cock coming to rest next to Akihito's.

"Someone is needy." He says when Akihito moves his hips to rub himself against Asami. "It's okay, Akihito. We have all night."

With a groan from his boy, Asami pulls his hips away. A chuckle leaves his lips as Asami rolls Akihito around, helping the boy to stand on all fours. Akihito looks over his shoulder confused. Although, Asami only grins placing his face between Akihito's ass. Something hot and wet traces over his entrance making Akihito whimper. His arms give up making his head fall on the pillow. Asami pulls away to see his boy unconsciously displaying his ass to him. Deciding he as teased his boy enough, Asami goes back to run his tongue over his boy's entrance before two fingers are pushed inside. Akihito groans in pain but does not push away. After a few thrusts Akihito starts to moan the pleasure making his mind stop working.

Asami works his fingers in and out of his boy's tight ass. The way Akihito moves his hips to meet with his fingers makes the older male even more hard. Asami pulls his fingers away receiving something between a whimper and a growl from Akihito. His hand slaps his boy's left cheek making Akihito yelp and look over his should at Asami. The confusion and indignation in Akihito's face makes Asami chuckles. Soon another slap lands on his boy's right cheek while another yelp echoes in the bedroom.

"Asami!"

Akihito pushes his ass away from the older man making Asami chuckle more. With his large hands, Asami grabs his boy's waist and pulls Akihito back to him. His hard cock pressing between the pink cheeks. Asami looks into Akihito's eyes before he presses his head into the tight ring. The muscles resist but soon give up as Asami applies more pressure.

"Relax, Akihito."

Following Asami's advice, or more like order, Akihito rests his forehead on the pillow and takes a deep breath. He feels every inch of Asami's cock. Akihito groans, his muscles tightening but Asami does not stop. Trying to relax again, the younger boy feel Asami press his hips to his ass. A breathless pant leaves his lips as Akihito moves his waist slightly to get comfortable. A sharp pain runs over his body but Asami's large hand slides over his back.

Safety and comfort fill Akihito at the simple gesture. The first time he was to out of it to feel or think about anything. But know he was feeling everything Asami is giving to him. And, even though a part of him wants to fight, Akihito understands he wants nothing more than to belong to Asami.

With that thought in mind, Akihito moves his hips once more, slowly pushing away before moving back against Asami. His face is red with embarrassment but he does not care. Akihito repeats the action feeling Asami's hands come to take hold of his waist before the older male starts to move. Moans and gasps leave Akihito's mouth as Asami pounds into him with a steady, firm pace.

The strength of those large hands on Akihito's hips keeping him steady as the force behind those torturous thrusts grow. Asami pants lightly feeling Akihito tighten from time to time. The warmth of his insides driving the older male to move faster and harder. And Asami does just that. Akihito's moans only increase in volume along with little screams when Asami moves his hips in a certain away. Soon the thrusts grow more faster and short, Asami hitting Akihito's prostate repeatedly. The boy can feel his legs shiver as he gets near and near. His balls draw up dangerously while Asami's hands tighten on his hips.

Asami leans down, covering Akihito's body with his. His hands leave his boy's hips to stand at each side of his head. His mouth places kisses over Akihito's neck before Asami grabs the collar with his teeth and pulls at it.

Caged.

Akihito cannot think of anything aside him being caged by Asami. Yet, his mind does not panic. Maybe it is because Asami is thrusting harder and faster or because Akihito is about to cum at any second. With one powerful thrust from Asami, Akihito screams emptying his balls on the bed sheets. Asami keeps thrusting making his boy whimper and shiver. A second later, he too cums inside his boy the tight muscles milking him.

His boy shivers, whimpering softly as Asami pulls out and lays beside Akihito. A grin on his handsome face. Akihito frowns lightly trying to get his breath under control so his lunges can work properly again. Before the boy can understand what his happening, his legs are on each side of Asami's waist.

"We are not done yet, Akihito."

That dark yet handsome grin grows making Akihito shiver. He feels Asami grab him and start to stroke his sensitive cock back to life.

"I told you, we have all night."

Akihito whimper not sure if that is a good or bad thing.