AN: Sorry in advance if the last two chapters would not hold unto your expectations. :'(

Decided to divide the last part into two chapters than putting it in one go. I tried fixing the obvious errors but I think there's a lot more. Again... I apologize. Unbeta'd. :'(

Anyways...

ENJOY! Smut and fluff(? I don't know if I can consider it as that) ahead.


The eye lids were heavy but it did not stop him from opening them. Remembering the face of his ex-girlfriend laying on her own blood, Akihito jolted making his head spin. He then realized that his hands were bind with handcuffs and he was naked and was trapped on the bed with a collar on his neck. He forced them to come off but he cannot win against metal.

"I need to get out of here." Yet he was not really giving his hundred percent of doing so. He was calm and he was taking his time on figuring how to remove the cuffs. However, his time was finished when the door flew open revealing the man he only knew by the name of Asami.

"I see you're very much awake now." He greeted removing his gloves. Asami was not on his usual three-piece suit and was on his golf dress. Even with shirt with minimal design, Akihito got it very much that he was indeed one of the few men who could look good on a plain clothes but still emit a deadly atmosphere.

"Sorry to leave you like that, but you see, I don't want you running away given that you're connected with my previous employee." Akihito gave him an answer Asami knew he would say but still gave a shock effect.

"I am not with them." He emphasize the word 'them' as he really did not like being treated as one of those people.

"Then what are you, Takaba Akihito? With that envelop on your drawers you could have the life everyone wanted."

"If I knew that it was there, I wouldn't be here." Asami was getting closer and by recalling what he had done to him on his apartment, Akhito knew that he was not in a very likeable situation.

"You could just join them you know, Akihito-kun."

"—ting."

"Hmmn?" Asami standing tall on his side, lifting his chin to see what had amused him on their first encounter. His eyes were on fire and Asami like fires.

"Disgusting."

"Oh. What did they ever do to you to make you repel them too much?" He asked as he traced his features with his bare hands. And he was doing great making Akihito's hair stood up.

However, he got no answer. The younger man was keeping a strong front but Asami knew from his eyes that what they did was something he could never forgive even being dead now. Yet what intrigued Asami was, how could the man in front of him did not even flick when the girl lay on his front dead. To many, they would cling to the lifeless body, call them hoping of bringing them to life but Akihito did nothing. He just watched her fall on the floor with nothing on his eyes. He was not angry or sad, just nothing. Which in that moment, he knew that Akihito would be a great entertainer for him.

Recapturing his hold on the younger man, Asami bent down and gave Akihito another breath taking kiss. His very own version of 'I'm home' kiss.

30 minutes ago, Akihito was giving him a fair fight. Pushing Asami and making him stop, but now the younger man was under him, asking him to do more. Not on his own words though. Words that came out from his lips were different from the actions he was making.

"Stop—please..." He pleaded but it was different with his body.

"I'm not doing anything..." He whispered on his ear as he support Akihito's upper body lifting him to meet his demands. The young man was on his fours, getting weaker any minute given that he had been being pleasured by the other man without letting him cum not even once for hours! His energy was already drained by the way he fought his way earlier not giving in to the likes of the older man yet the obvious clearly showed that he was now on his commands. Restrained by the ring on the base of his length while Asami continuously assaulting him on his entrance was not something he ever dreamed off. He was straight hours ago but the pleasure while being ravished on his hole was so good that he was moving his hips so the man could fully conquer him. Asami was on his back, whispering words from time to time he never knew could bring out the best in him. The timber of his voice added another set of pleasure that made him tremble for every word that he hear. Akihito was biting his lower lip to stop his own voice from moaning but it was just too good that he let them bleed. And once Asami noticed his lip, he gave him a hard deep kiss that he tasted his own blood through the strong tongue of is conqueror. It was like the older man was sucking his blood and at the same time making him taste it. The play was so erotic which made his consciousness clouded with more of it.

"Ready?" Asami asked but Akihito didn't really understand it until he felt Asami's hand on his hard stone length.

The pale blond could no longer apprehend what was happening when Asami pulled Akihito and made him rest his back to his chest. Still connected and not willing to pull out his length on Akihito, Asami spread his legs and let him see his proudly standing ready to burst cock. It was uncomfortable but Asami played a little more until Akihito pleaded the older man to remove the ring. He could no longer count how many times he asked Asami but it was minutes later when he finally stopped pumping him. It was so red that Akihito never knew it could reach a color like that.

"You've been a good boy, Akihito." One more breathtaking kiss and Asami lastly removed the restrainer. Akihito shoots a lot that he trembled obviously while he was stopped from moving further. Asami holding his back knee, spreading his limbs further more.
The pale blond was nearly to drift away when Asami seeded inside him. The lubricious feeling made Akihito irked but with no energy left, he just let it be. The older man then carefully laid him on his stomach and the sight in front of him awakened another arousal. Takaba Akihito, who was so furious a little while ago, was sated on his bed with his semen coming out from his sweet tight hole. Asami rested beside him not minding how sweaty and sticky they were and one look, and Akihito finally went into sleep. An achievement Asami never knew he would accomplished so soon.

The next days were not bad for Akihito despite of being still confined in a room. Asami removed his limits and was given of freedom to roam nevertheless no one has reported that Akihito escaped. The older man was confident that Akihito would not escape him since it was not his nature,not anymore. He viewed the younger man as tamed wild animal who knew how to listen but still deadly on its own. It was one of the characteristics of Akihito that he liked. Asami love to have him around and he will keep him it until he felt bored. Well, as if that will happen.

But that case never came. Asami kept on going home with Akihito keeping himself on the corner and out of reach. But every time he went home, the older man felt that Akihito's eyes never left his. Akihito would watch his every move, tentative of what he might do to him. And when he realized Asami's motive, Akihito would run around the room like they were playing tag of war. Even if it was a waste of time chasing around, Asami would always catch him and made Akihito submit to his own likes. Both of them always ended up naked to wherever he caught Akihito. Be it on the couch, door, walk-in-closet, bathroom, you name it. They ended up having the wildest intercourse the older man could ever think of. Asami would never get tired of having the pale blond fight him because it only bring out more of what he wanted to do to the younger man. His decision to bring him home was one of the greatest decisions he ever made.

"Bastard...enough." Throat was already hurting from screaming but instead of giving pity to the man, it only turned Asami on.

"Says who, Akihito?" And Asami only revealed his twitching reflection on the mirror. The closet was spacious enough for their play and the mirror wall only showed how lewd Akihito was. They were both standing, forcing the pale blond to face his own reflection. Bites all over his white skin, bruises on wrist, messy hair, and droopy eyes and wet lips yet it were not what mortified Akihito. It was his hand that was reaching out to the older man. He had his hand on Asami's head where he can pull him as he strongly secured their body. Akihito's other hand was on his own leg lifting it up giving more access to his welcoming hole.

All true to Asami's words, who it was that begging him to stop. Given to his self on the glass, it was not clearly Akihito. Because the Akihito both of them seeing in front wanted more of it. The pale blond could no longer remember when he started yearning for the man's touch but every time he see him, Akihito could only start thinking how Asami would take him. .NIGHT. Setting everything aside, to get embrace by Asami's arms was all he ever wanted and it was all he was waiting for the entire day.

Losing his energy, Akihito dropped his leg because he can no longer have himself supported which only gave Asami a cue – to where he could go all in. Rough and strong.
Assisting Akihito to his position, Asami made Akihito place his both hands on the mirror as he bent and adjust his body to Asami's spot. Legs wide spread with his dripping cock hanging in the middle. The younger man could undoubtedly see what was happening on his bottom through the mirror. It was horrifying how Asami's cock ended up inside him without so much pain, well it was painful but the pain was defeated by alluring pleasure. The meaty length of Asami was slowly piercing him which was sending him a countless tingle sensations inside. He even started to move his hips to keep his spot being hit! Though it only made him more tired because Akihito was already drowning with lust. Knees were getting weak but it was Asami who gave the funding by lifting the other one up. Thanks to that and the pale blond let himself get flooded with sensations. A heavy moan escaped Akihito's mouth and the next thing he knew, the older man was pounding him to their desired climax.

Akihito was pretty much like a child, he remembered not sleeping on the bed but he always ended up waking up there. However, it was not like most of his mornings. There was somebody else on the bed.

"Asami..." He whispered. The older was still asleep and not being used to it; Akihito was stunned on his position. He didn't know what to do that he even got conscious of his own breathing. As always, he was naked and so as Asami. Realization hitting him, his mind told him to get out and move away but one part of him said no. The warmth the older man's was giving was so soothing and all he wanted was to be surrounded by that heat.
Another moments passed by and Akihito joined Asami to sleep.