AN: Last chapter. Unbeta'd. Fast paced.
Screaming cliché here. Sorry. :'(
You've been warned with the tags. Though it's not that intense? I think?
ENJOY~~~
Weeks later
Akihito was already used in living in the Asami's household that no one ever mentioned what happened to his old apartment again. The older man's men also started giving him importance which at first was very uncomfortable but later on he learned that Asami's words were like a solid rule to his organization. Defy it and you will be on your knees begging for your second life. A puzzle for Akihito to how and why he was still alive given that he always talked back to the man.
He's becoming more of a housewife that one morning, he had the urge to move around the penthouse and Akihito ended up cleaning it. It was kept unclutched but Akihito needed to do something or else he would end up sleeping again. Sleeping until he woke up feeling hands over his body. And for a change, he wanted to break that routine. Akihito seldom stay at the living room and to see the stack of magazines and newspapers were like an amusement. He started flipping pages and was entertained by the articles written. He adored the sceneries, people, buildings that were taken by known photographers. A dream he never had the chance to pursue because of his crazy love for his ex girlfriend. However, his world dimmed when his eyes caught a certain headline. Asami's name was one thing but the picture under it did it. It was a paparazzi shot of Asami guiding a woman on a red gown towards a hotel. The woman hid her face by her golden clutch but Asami did not. He had his poker face as if he was aware of the camera getting his shot. His eyes were focused on the hand that was touching the sexy waist of the woman. Because who would not? It was the same hand that was caressing him a moment ago. The same hand that he would let inside him, touch him to oblivion. The pale blond did not notice it but his hands that were holding the magazine started to grip the paper with force that it ruined the whole thing. He remained seated on the carpeted floor but his chest started to rise up and down because of the unwanted emotion he could not explain. It felt like it will explode any minute.
True to his thoughts, it came. His demure self was gone and the next thing Akihito did was ruin everything his hand can lay on.
"Where is he?" Asami dropped everything scheduled on that day when he received a report that Akihito was brawling on his house. The bodyguards on standby were given instructions to do not enter the master's bedroom unless he said so and since Akihito was inside they cannot do anything until Asami arrived.
What Asami thought when he saw how bad it was, was a storm suddenly hit his home. Furniture broken, plates and glasses all over the floor, vases into pieces, everything his eyes on was a mess. Not understanding what was really happening; he strode into the master's and saw a different set compared outside. Nothing was touched and everything was still in place. Still in confuse, he approached Akihito from the corner of their room. He was hiding his head to his knees not having any sound. He expected him to be weeping or something but there was nothing. He was clearly not sleeping, so what was really happening?
"Akihito..." He called with calmness on his voice. Asami kneeled in front of him and started to pat his head for him to look up but only to be slapped away by Akihito. Head still bowing down, Asami called him once again.
If they were having sex right now, Akihito's look would be taken as an invitation for Asami to eat him alive but they were not. Akihito's eyes were angry and it was towards him. He was glaring and a pure resentment was there. He tried reaching out again and to his surprise, Akihito pushed him losing his balance to the floor.
Fast to comprehend the situation, Akihito pinned him and started topping him. Akihito started biting Asami's lips that if it was kissing, he was surely doing it on a bad way. He started bleeding but Akihito did not stop.
"Who is she..." Almost a whisper but Asami caught it.
"WHO IS SHE?!" Transparent enough, Asami could see that Akihito was having a battle on his own. His eyes were filled with angriness, territorial instincts, jealousy but there was still longing and hope. Hoping that it will be Akihito's side Asami will be choosing. However, the pale blond would not get his answer that easily.
"And who is this person you're talking to?" The older man already knew who was it but it must be coming from the younger man if he really wanted to hear it.
"The one you're fucking behind me. I bet she screams louder than me so you chose her than me... She may have called your name multiple of times as you fuck her out of her wits, right? The great Asami Ryuichi..."
As Asami enjoyed the instability of Akihito, the way he like him to be – lost and addicted to him, he could not bear the words that was coming from him. The thought of fucking his sister never crossed his mind and never will. Yes, the one who was Asami escorting that night was none other than his own sister, younger, only few names knew the truth about them and he like it to keep it that way. However, since Akihito was already losing his composure, he needed to calm him or the situation would be out of his hands any moment.
Akihito was already sobbing on Asami's chest but he still continued to punch. The older man could understand him because of his past experience about cheating and he was taking it not lightly.
And that was a success for Asami. An accomplishment of a well-planned approach.
Akihito had been avoiding an eye contact with Asami and that's how he missed the joy on his golden eyes. Poker face he might have been but his ulterior motive was coming to a success. A call of celebration indeed.
In one move of his hand, Asami stopped Akihito from his movements, he did, but it was not the reason he stopped, it was because the younger one was getting tired but Asami needed him awake. If he let him sleep, the matter would just get worst which Asami do not want for both of them. He was physically, emotionally and mentally tired.
The older man caught the pale blonde's body and in one swift Akihito was under him looking away from the predator's eyes of Asami. The older man stopped Akihito all together and was just lying under Asami. Both of them became silent and Akihito was so damn sure that he did not want to break it.
Studying Akihito, Asami pulled themselves up and took him to the bed where, fortunately, escaped Akihito's wrath. For somehow a reason, Akihito did not touch it given that he already imagining things. Asami rested his back on the headboard while he forced Akihito to sit on his lap. The younger man laid his head on Asami's chest still not saying anything but the older man felt that Akihito was already calming down. Little sobs from his little soon to be pet, Akihito.
"Just—let me go already." Akihito said with a hoarse voice. His tone was as if he was begging yet he did not actually mean it, right? The fact of being betrayed, again, made the younger one lose his confidence on himself. He questioned himself before on why would she do that to him? And it happened again with Asami. Akihito thought that maybe, he was no good after all. That he will be always the second option. The one that will be always taken for granted whenever they got tired of their priorities.
"Is that what you really want, Akihito?" Cupping his chin, the older man forced the pale blond to look at him. "Answer me, Akihito."
Trembling from suppressing his tears, the pale blond could not bring himself to answer for he could no longer know how he could pick himself up after what happened. The picture he saw slapped him hard on his face and it truly showed him that he will be always the option and not the priority. The reserved option.
Akihito was really feeling worst but the embrace of Asami was keeping him still. The pale blond wanted to get away and be free from Asami's question yet he cannot even push the man away. Asami's presence was something he started to like that he cannot let it go that easily.
"If that's what you really want, Akihito. You can keep on wanting it," Asami leaned down enough for Akihito to hear it clearly. "You can continue to ask for it, but I will never let you go." His voice was a threat that his little body entrapped kept on trembling. Akihito felt the danger he was facing which made him remember the Asami who strangled him to death when they first saw each other. His eyes could kill that in a snap, in Asami's will, the arms that bounded him could break him easily.
However in the back of his mind, Akihito wanted to. He could deny it all but the thing that he could not make out of his own mouth was the reality of wanting it. The same hands that nearly took his life were the only hands that he can ever trust to. Akihito needed Asami to hold him, cage him, and imprison him. He wanted Asami to make the mess out of him. He wanted the eyes of the man, who's lethal, pierce him and look only to him. Asami was his capturer and he wanted to keep it that way.
But no, not this time.
The older man's hands were tainted by a woman he never knew about. Akihito made some digging on his own, researching about him even searching Asami's study room but there never was any mention of the woman. Cheating was not something Akihito would want to happen again –particularly to him. And in Akihito's mind, how could he ever give his trust again if the man itself is fucking some bitch behind, or so were his thoughts.
"You're not going to deny it?" Akihito asked.
"Because there is nothing to deny of, Akihito."
"What? So now you want a threesome with that bitch? I'd rather die Asami."
Asami's eyes burned him. He was getting furious over and over again that his hand holding Akihito's arm is getting tighter. The pale blond made a face that it showed how painful it was.
"If you wanted so bad to fuck some woman, Akihito... I could arrange you with that, but in return you will never set foot outside these walls without my permission. "
Gasping for air, Akihito clawed Asami as he was being choked by the man's firm hand. He then angled Akihito into his level so the pale blond could hear every word he said. The younger man felt how angry Asami was that even though he was turning blue he never let go of his neck. It was only then he did when Akihito nearly passed out.
However, the pale blond hasn't yet recovered but the older man already crushed their lips together. The older man's hand travelled down removing every bit of the latter's clothes. Akihito was having a fight but the way he was pinned, he could not win. In a moment, Akihito was naked and was tied to the bed post restraining his every move. Afterwards, Asami purposely covered Akihito's eyes so he could have the boy lost only to his sensations.
Akihito screamed but Asami was totally ignoring it. He called the man names but it didn't get his attention. It was the first time Asami did something like that to Akihito and his complete silence was making the pale blond imagine things making him more sensitive than usual. Akihito followed the older man's footstep hoping that could untie him but it was not enough for Akihito to stop his misery. Asami walked closer to him but stopped immediately when the door suddenly opened.
"What the fuck—Ryu—"
Asami witnessed Akihito's body movement reacted to the voice that came out from the door. Too bad he was blindfolded; it would have been an additional to Asami's punishments to see Akihito's eyes went wide as he realized who it was standing in the door.
"Ryu—"
But Asami signalled the woman to stop talking. She did, but she gestured asking the older man answers.
Akihito heard Asami's footstep walked away from him and since he was desperate, Akihito called Asami, even screamed his name, just to stop the man. Yet he didn't.
"You said you'd rather die than us having threesome." Asami's voiced echoed throughout the room earning both of the attentions.
That statement earned Asami a grip from the lady beside him clearly that she didn't have any clue what was going on. Asami then gave a light tap to the woman silencing her further.
"So I'm giving you two options, AKihito...or rather three. Generous aren't I? We will proceed to your suggestion, your most awaited threesome since you brought it yourself—or...You could have the front seat for our love making... You will see your own assumptions, Akihito. I was fucking a bitch behind your back right? So I'll be giving you the front show now."
"Fuck you Asami..."
Tears fell from his eyes making the blindfold damp. But it was different from Asami, the way Akihito trembled from his situation made the man aroused. He was holding his own self from wrecking the boy right there right now but he should stop because it was crucial for Akihito to give his answer to him.
Asami's good at everything but his top would be the damaging of one's mind. He had forced fear to most people he had encountered but since Akihito is a special one, he tried a different way. He made the pale blond already into his liking, submit to him completely but it was not enough for Asami. He needed more from him. Asami needed Akihito to be dependent on him more. He needed Akihito to ask him for more.
And he will accomplish that through his answer.
"Well Akihito? You can choose now."
It was dark and could not see anything. And it scared him because the pitch black made his sensations doubled. And now Asami's making him choose between having sex with them or he could watch Asami bang the woman in front of him. The thought of Asami being inside a woman's cunt was enough for him to choke them to death. It was making him mad that if not for the cuffs that bind him, he could have attack the woman and made it miserable for the man. And the thought of someone touching him other than Asami made him hard as stone. He couldn't bear to feel the woman's skin against him and it was making him sick. Akihito's feeling like he was being attack with maggots just thinking of the woman approaching him, breathing the same air as her. It felt like his skin was being eaten by bugs just imagining the hand of the woman to places he gave access to Asami, only. Akihito couldn't just bear it.
"Well?" Asami asked. It was taking Akihito to answer but Asami was not getting impatient for he was enjoying after all.
"Hey...Ryu-nii." The woman called his older brother though she made it not loud for Akihito to hear it. "Is that him?"
"Yes." Asami answered giving a smile to his sister.
"So...Did he saw it? The cover magazine?"
"If he didn't he wouldn't be like that."
"Oh I see now." And gave back a smile.
The woman slowly walked towards Akihito alerting the tied man. He was stopped by Asami but she only said, 'Trust me.' And he let her go.
The woman took her place on one of the edge of the bed where Akihito desperately made distance to.
The younger sister purposely made her giggling loud enough to agitate the younger man more.
"Akihito-kun..." Leaning down she started to get as close as she can be to Akihito's ear making him feel her breathe. "Akihito-kun...Ryu— I mean, Asami-sama is waiting for your answer. You better hurry up, his patience is wearing thin." She then started to trail Akihito's chin then his neck but when she nearly reached his torso, Akihito started tarnishing and screaming. Throwing his body sideways just to remove the hand of the woman on his body.
"ASAMI PLEASE! PLEAAAASE! ASAMI! I GET IT NOW I'M WRONG PLEASEEE! HE-LP ME! HELP ME PLEAAAASE! ASAMI!"
"Oh my..." The woman suddenly stood up, shocked. However, when she turned her eyes to her brother, her shock expression was replaced by a triumph one. JUST LIKE HER SMILING BROTHER. Not smirking or grinning but smiling. She hasn't seen him like that for years and just a call for help by the young man on his bed made it all worth it. Twisted it may be, but to her what they had done was a milestone only brought by none other than, Takaba Akihito.
Akihito remained shouting and screaming for minutes that it turned his voice broken. It might even hurt now just to whisper. His throat must be sore yet the pale blond was still calling Asami's name. And for the older man? It was bliss. Music to his ears. His sister already left the moment she realized that her purpose, the reason she was called out, was already done. Now it's Asami's turn to clean it all up.
"Time's up Akihito. Your choice please."
"Asa—mi... Please...I will do everything...please...I don't want her to..." Akihito jerked up the moment he felt the older man's on his inner thigh, continuously massaging it. It calmed the boy down feeling the familiar hand on his skin. But Akihito was still tense fearing that he could also feel the woman's hand later on.
As a moan escaped Akihito's lips, Asami's eyes sparkled with success. The limp meat between Akihito's legs started to stand as a normal reaction for the expert massaging of the older man. He had seen it the moment Akihito started crying for his help and from that, he got his answer even without giving the third option.
"Akihito..." Asami played Akihito's ear, biting, nibbling, and pulling his ear as if it was somewhat delicious. The crime lord loved to play his ear for from only with it, Akihito would already yearn for more. He can see how the pale blonde's trembling situation as he offer himself up for him. He could also guess that if he was not tied, Akihito would have been snatched his mouth into his tasting the majestic technique of the older man. "The third option, my Akihito."
That made the younger man suddenly back to reality.
"Please Asami...I will do everything...Please I don't want anybody... Asami..."
"It's not that Akihito..." Asami hand traveled to his entrance poking it, teasing Akihito to madness. "The third one is just a simple one..."
"Nggggh!"
Two fingers suddenly went in making the younger one pant for affection. His manhood was already dripping wet and needed to take care off but Asami's not going to touch it, just keeping it at bay, as part of his punishment for the boy.
"Be mine Akihito...and in return I'll be yours. No one will ever touch you but you will only have me in your life. I don't want you ill saying about me fucking some cheap bitch... coz I will never do that to you, my Akihito. Never..."
"Yes! YES ASAMI!"
If Akihito understood it, no one really knew. Because who would have in the right mind, would have got the message if there's three fingers mercilessly fucking your entrance sending you to heaven and hell and vice versa, while being ear-fuck by Asami's talented tongue. For sure it was not Akihito. He was already in the verge of passing out and cumming yet it was not the worst part. Asami halted his actions all together getting more innocent response from the boy. No words came out of Akihito's mouth but the way he tried to escape from his binds tells Asami that, indeed, he made Akihito into his.
The older man removed Akihito's blindfold and saw a very sore and puffy eyes. It was pleading him, begging him to continue despite of having no verbal communication. Tears rolled down more as if he was a child that got snatched by his favorite candy.
Asami saw how painful it was for Akihito so after hours of being tied up, he let him free and to make it up for him, Asami licked away the bruised and red wrist of the pale blond. However, when Asami was about to do it again, Akihito pulled the older man using his hair so he could taste Asami's tongue itself. It has been driving him crazy that if he did not pulled the man away, he's gonna lose his mind.
Their tongues danced to their desires that a simple kiss would never be enough. The younger wanted for more pulling the man closer to him. Akihito rubbed his lower half to Asami not minding how he got dirtied the labeled pants. It was just clothes anyway. He didn't know how his hands got there but Akihito was sure how to remove clothes without looking. Asami was naked before they both knew it. The heat coming from Asami's skin was like nicotine to Akihito. He tasted it, bitten it, conquered it from his face to his chest to his marveled abs down to his meaty cock. Akihito savored it by smelling, teasing and nibbling. The musk scent were enough for Akihito to drool, he even looked up to the older man asking for his permission to devour his precious length. Asami smirked and Akihito thought it was his cue to do what he needed to do.
Akihito started by kissing the tip like it was his apple candy that he favored then just as he loved it, Akihito started to drink the leaking pre-cum of the older man. The younger man's expression was pure ecstasy that if Asami hadn't known, Akihito would have been drinking his favorite beverage. Akihito purposely then slowly licked all the way down through Asami's rod cleaning it all up. He loved how the angry veins felt on his own tongue making it his third favorite part. Akihito went further down nipping the balls as if it were some cotton balls that he loved to play when he was small.
"Asami..." He called out of desperation before Akihito fully consumed Asami's length into his mouth. It gagged him but he couldn't care less. He owned it like what the man had just said earlier. He claimed Asami as his and that means physically and emotionally.
On the other hand, as much as Asami loved to see Akihito tried his best not to suffocate himself as he accomplish his task, he needed the younger now or else, he will be choking Akihito to his death. With his force, Asami pulled his cock off from his mouth and when Akihito protested about it, trying to put it back into him, the older man pinned Akihito under him as he aligned himself into his sore entrance. The preparations earlier were enough for Asami it put in one go hitting Akihito's spot already yet it was not for Akihito. He yelled when while drown with pleasure, suddenly there was something blocking his entrance. Akihito felt full and very much lost. Lost to how he could contain all the emotions he was feeling to. He could no longer know where to even focus. His mind was on the edge of breaking and putting it together for the sole reason of Asami's expectations. He wanted the man to feel the same just as him and to do that he should find where to start. Akihito looked straight up Asami's eyes and saw something he thought he would never see, it was the desire Asami in him which Akihito himself felt for the man. Desire to be overtaken, to be consumed, to be one. And that need was being met. The man came down pounding him straight to his spot right where he could no apprehend what was going to happen. Akihito held tight on Asami and the next thing he knew, he came hard so as Asami after two powerful thrusts feeling up his entrance, making it full with his own seed.
Akihito had his hole blocked by Asami's length but his white seeds were still overflowing that Akihito found it a waste. The pale blond whimpered when Asami tried to get off from him so he locked him by his limbs and with his remaining strength he pushed himself up making Asami lay under him. Akihito on top made an adjustment lining his hole where Asami's length could have its fitted position locking it up deeply buried in him. And just that, Akihito rested on Asami's top with over satisfaction on his face while being still connected even when they are both on their way to sleep.
A very very good night sleep.
Asami Asuka was on her way up to his brother's penthouse not knowing why. Her older brother sent her an email asking her presence on the said premises. Given that she can't say no to him, she obliged even though she's feeling under the weather. The stun she pulled through three days ago got to her way, felt like karma, and since then there was a heavy pounding on her head.
The silence of the living room welcomed her which brought her to go straight to her brother's room. But it was empty. Then she tried going to the study room where her brother's spent most of his time doing homework. She knocked but there was no response and since it was unlocked she barged her way to the room.
"Ryu-nii?" Ah. There he was.
Asami Ryuichi resting on his leather arm chair not giving a fuck that she was there already. The older man just gave a smirk and signaled her to come closer. Before she could come close to the desk, Akihito suddenly emerged from below startling the woman. Asuka was sure surprised but it was not the one that made her step back a little. It was the heavy glare that Akihito gave her after straddling his way up to his brother's lap. The pale blond was on his baby suit that he did not care to cover himself up even if there was someone other than Asami Ryuichi. His lips were wet that it became so obvious on what on earth he was doing under Asami's desk. Akihito's exposed pinkish bottom had some semen flowing down making Asuka looked away.
"Nii!" She called her brother as she felt her face blush.
"Don't be so hard on her, Akihito."
"Give me reasons not to." His voice was demanding and strong that Asuka stared at the boy. It was the first time that she heard someone use that kind of tone to her older brother.
"Ah. Now I know, Ryu-nii." She smiled as she looked to the man behind Akihito. His face clearly tells how proud he was to his boy.
"Because she's my younger sister, my Akihito." The pale blond looked Asami as if he did not believe him. Then he looked at her and saw how the two looked so alike. She has long hair and it was black as Asami's and she also have the same eyes as him.
"But you said—you're going to have—sex with—her..."
"Dear Akihito," She said granting an audience from the pale blond. "Ryu-nii may be twisted as fuck but he wouldn't go that road. And I'll shoot him before he could lay his hand on me."
"And I'll kill you if ever you lay your hands on him." Akihito declared.
"Hey Ryu-nii, did I did something wrong?" She asked not knowing why Akihito loathed her very much.
"Because you touched him, that's why." Asami simply answered enjoying how Akihito tightens his arms around his neck.
"Ehhhh... I prefer to be friends with you Akihito, so please...? Uhmmm... Sorry?"
Her pleading must have worked since Akihito gave her a nod and his heavy glare at her vanished yet the protective gesture of Akihito on Asami did not. He was still cuddling the man as if he was being taken from him.
Both of the Asami find it cute.
"Now Ryu-nii, why did you summon me here in the first place?" She asked making herself comfortable to the couch across Asami's desk.
"Nothing..."
"Nothing? You called me here for nothing? Did you know how I dragged myself here?"
The crime lord having a good mood, pulled up a bundle of papers on his drawer and carelessly threw it on the desk. The woman, curious, approached the said papers and started reading.
"Oh. Okay then... I'll take care of it." She may have been riding on his brother's coat as what others per see on her, but Asami acknowledge her and was very fond of her. So he gave her a task dealing with some of his international affairs as Asami goes on a vacation.
She picked up the papers and made her way out though when she reached the door she stopped, looked back and said, "Be easy on him Ryu-nii. Don't break him too much." She winked and waved goodbye.
"What does she mean, Asami?" Asked by the pale blond crawling himself up from Asami's lap. The older man's pants were already drenched by Akihito's leaking cum but he paid no attention to it.
"You'll about to find out soon," Because at the end of the day, Akihito, you won't feel your body anymore.
And by that, the two of them became inseparable.
END
AN:
Ideas being thrown together and before I knew it, it was a back story already.
Dirty Ice Cream's Back Story.
Yep. That's right. Sorry if it made no sense...but yep. ~sesshouchan XOXO! /goes back into hiding. JK. XD
