Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Asami/Akihito
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Yamane Ayano, not me.
Author's Note: Again, I'm sorry for the delay. The outline for the entire story keeps shifting as I change my mind about where I want to go with this. It's turning slightly more serious and longer, but I think I've settled on where I'm going with it, so the next part should come faster.
"Haven't you been insisting I take it easy this week."
Asami's eyebrow lifted as Kirishima dropped a stack of bound reports on his desk. His assistant pushed his glasses up his nose and grimaced apologetically.
"I have been, and you should. However, if these weren't urgent..."
A heavy sigh interrupted him. "Yes, yes. They're always urgent these days. Well, I suppose that's the price of success."
He picked up the top document. "The Murakami file?" A few silent moments passed as he scanned through the contents. "Ah, everything is in place, then. Looks as if the takeover will go through on schedule."
He let his approval show as his gaze lit on Kirishima.
"Indeed, Asami-sama."
His attention turned to the report again and he gave a low whistle. "I knew you'd be able to do your due diligence even under these circumstances, but this. How did you manage to get your hands on it."
Light gleamed off Kirishima's glasses as he allowed himself a tight smile. "That is what you pay me to do, Asami-sama."
"True." He studied the columns of figures and Kirishima's concise summary. "It seems our suspicions were correct. They've been cooking their books for a while."
"And very badly at that."
Kirishima sounded so offended that Asami couldn't hold back a chuckle.
"No worse crime, eh?"
"The CFO's parents obviously bought his way into Todai. There is no excuse for such incompetence."
"At least we can restrict our efforts to the boardroom on this one and reduce tailoring costs at the same time."
Kirishima smiled slightly at the humor, straightening the sleeve of his own bespoke suit with fastidious precision. "As you say. Though our opponents there are often more vicious than those on the streets."
"I can't argue that. Very well. Let's set up a meeting for next Monday." He glanced at the contents of the other documents. "No updates on the Hong Kong situation?"
"It hasn't changed. Our contacts are managing the irregularities as you directed. So far the routes haven't been disrupted."
"Make sure they check in regularly. If something changes I want to know about it immediately. Something got his feathers ruffled, and he's unpredictable in certain situations. Don't underestimate him."
"Understood."
Asami nodded once, an uncharacteristically pensive frown drawing his brows together for a moment before his face smoothed back into impassive lines. "I'll call Yoh in the morning and speak with him again. Shift my morning meeting back an hour."
Kirishima started tapping on his PDA and Asami sighed again, picking up the next report. "I'll go through the rest of these, and if you're not waiting to spring anything else on me, I intend to leave early tonight."
Kirishima looked pleased by the avowal. He nodded, busying himself with straightening the one out-of-place object on Asami's desk that the cleaning staff had left askew after dusting. "You have plans, Asami-sama?"
Asami watched him, mildly amused by his assistant's compulsive behavior. "Oh, I'm looking forward to a very entertaining evening."
His tone of voice was enough to alert Kirishima, but his face remained impassive, and he didn't miss a beat. "Do you wish me to drive you?"
"No. Take off early too. That's an order," Asami said pointedly when Kirishima opened his mouth to argue.
"Yes, Asami-sama."
"You make it sound like a punishment. It's not often we have the time to breathe. Now that we do for the moment, try to enjoy it." Asami took a cigarette from the case on his desk and lit it. His lips curved. "Or would you rather be my driver this evening after all?"
"Ah, well, perhaps it would be nice to relax a while." The tips of Kirishima's ears turned red and Asami stifled a grin.
"I'll have Suoh drive then."
"Only Suoh? Asami-sama, given the current situation, you should have at least two guards with-"
Impatiently, Asami waved away Kirishima's protests, a wavy line of smoke following the movement of his hand. "I appreciate the concern, but I'm not going to restrict myself to a prison of my own making, and I refuse to jump at every shadow. I trust you have some little faith in my ability to handle myself."
"Yes, of course, but-"
"Kirishima."
The steely note in Asami's voice silenced Kirishima immediately.
He nodded his acquiescence. "I'll tell Suoh to standby."
"In any case, you don't need to worry." A small smile played around Asami's lips. "The one I'm seeing tonight is perfectly harmless."
"Hello? Oh, it's you."
Akihito lowered his voice and hurried to a corner of the studio, hunching over his phone.
"What? You want to pick me up at eight? Well, I-I've been thinking. Maybe this isn't such a good idea. Anyway, I'm at my sensei's studio and I probably won't be able to get home in time and-"
He bit his lip as Asami's voice cut him off. "Oh, but I-" His mouth hung open as he listened again, then he blushed to the roots of his hair. "What? No! It's just-"
"Akihito-kun?"
His whipped around as his sensei poked his head in the door.
"They're ready to come out of the solution."
"Be right there!"
Asami's voice still spoke into his ear, evoking a slew of uncomfortable reactions. "Okay, fine! Yes!" Akihito hissed, fidgeting in agitation. "Whatever. You can pick me up here at eight. I'll meet you down on the street, though! The address is..." Akihito frowned. "What? You know where? How-"
His mouth snapped shut and thinned. He listened for a moment longer then blushed again. "I'm hanging up now!"
He snapped his phone shut before Asami could say anything else, taking a deep breath to calm himself and stop his hands from shaking before he followed after his sensei.
What had he been thinking agreeing to see Asami again? It's just that he had such a way about him, even on the phone, that somehow it was impossible to say no.
Just this one last time, he promised himself. He'd be able to rid himself of this annoying obsession he'd somehow ended up having for the man. Probably it was just the air of mystery that surrounded him, not to mention the hint of danger. All of his friends always said he was an adrenaline junkie, and maybe that's all this was.
And those internet sites he'd gone to had told him that it was common to experiment with his sexuality, especially at his age. Just because he'd kissed Asami-or rather Asami had kissed him-it didn't necessarily mean that he was gay. And even if he was, Asami was definitely the last person he should get involved with, for more reasons than one, even if his body had reacted so strongly to Asami's touches, even if he hadn't been able to stop thinking about the last time they were together, despite the excruciating embarrassment of what had happened. Damn it, Asami was just so-
"Akihito!"
He jumped. "Sorry, sensei! I'm coming right now!"
He hurried to the darkroom, mumbling apologies, and forcing himself to focus on his sensei's instructions. By the time they'd finished up, Akihito had barely enough time to wash up and run his fingers through his hair before he had to run down to the street. He was breathless when he got there because he had taken the stairs out of sheer nervous inability to stand still and wait for the elevator.
Shit, he's going to think I'm that eager to see him.
He caught a glimpse of himself in the glass of the front door and frowned a little. He looked disheveled and probably way too casual to be spending the evening with Asami. Would he take him to a nice restaurant again? He definitely wouldn't fit in.
And jeez, were his palms sweaty? Akihito swore under his breath and rubbed his hands against his jeans.
Get a grip.
With his camera bag slung over his shoulder, Akihito peered down the street looking for Asami's sleek car and then looked at his watch. It was just eight o'clock, but Akihito scowled anyway. If Asami kept him standing on the street corner after all this then he'd really give him a piece of his mind. He had much better things to do than wait around for him all night.
Before he could work himself up into a righteous huff, a shiny, black limousine pulled up and idled at the curb in front of him, distracting him from his indignant thoughts.
His jaw sagged as he recognized the huge blond man that got out of the driver's seat and made his way around to open the rear door. Asami climbed out with easy grace while Akihito just stared.
"Akihito. Good evening. Have you been waiting long?"
"What is this? Where's your car?"
"This is my car. One of them." One corner of his mouth curled up. "Is there a problem?"
"You think you're J-Pop royalty or something? Who actually owns one of these?" Akihito looked around nervously and then shoved past the driver and an amused-looking Asami and climbed in the car as quickly as he could. "Come on, then. I don't want anyone to see me getting into this."
He shifted uncomfortably when Asami followed him into the car, sitting much too close for comfort considering the expansive interior. A jittery laugh escaped him and he tried to edge down the seat, feigning interest in a row of buttons that controlled who knew what.
"I've never been in one of these before. What are all these for?"
"Are you nervous, Akihito?"
Asami's voice was close enough that it stirred the fine hairs on Akihito's neck, and he whipped around to find that Asami had slid down the seat next to him.
"N-no. Why would I be nervous?"
This close, he couldn't help but notice again the unusual golden-brown color of Asami's eyes, or the way they seemed to see right through him.
"You tell me," Asami returned, his subtle smirk both annoying Akihito and drawing him in.
Surreptitiously, Akihito wiped his palms on his jeans again. Unfortunately, that reminded him of the shortcomings of his wardrobe choices for the evening. "Um, well, I'm sorry about my clothes. I wasn't planning on going out tonight, you know."
"Your clothes are fine." Asami leaned closer. "Is there anything else bothering you."
"Uh..." Akihito fumbled for something to say, then simply shook his head.
"Good." Warm fingers came up to curl around Akihito's nape, stroking gently at the soft skin there. "May I kiss you?"
His eyes shot wide, and Akihito blushed furiously. "Don't just ask something like that outright."
Asami's smile curved wickedly. "I don't have to ask?"
Before Akihito could respond, Asami's lips covered his and he forgot everything but the onslaught to his senses. Asami's scent, which somehow already had become familiar, overwhelmed him as much as the heat of his mouth against his. Without even thinking about it, Akihito grasped the front of his jacket and pulled him closer, unconsciously trying to get more of the taste and feel and smell of him.
His eyes were closed by the time Asami finally pulled away, and it took a moment before he slowly opened them again. Asami had a curious expression on his face that Akihito couldn't quite place, but when Akihito came to himself with a inner shudder of mortification at the way he was clinging to Asami's jacket, and he let his hands drop to his lap as he twisted his fingers together, Asami's intent gaze softened slightly.
He could feel heat bloom in his cheeks, and Akihito had to force himself not to drop Asami's gaze.
"I've had a busy day myself, would you mind if we went back to my place and ordered in?"
Akihito froze, his breath caught somewhere between his chest and throat. Back to Asami's? From the look in Asami's eyes it would be Akihito on the menu, he was sure. Some of the apprehension he was feeling must have shown on his face because Asami shifted and settled back against the seat, taking out a cigarette.
"But if you prefer, Akihito," his name rolled teasingly off Asami's tongue, "we can go somewhere else."
Akihito focused on Asami's lips as the man put his cigarette to the lighter's flame and inhaled. They pursed slightly when Asami released a long stream of smoke. Akihito raised his eyes again and saw that Asami was regarding him with a hint of amusement, one eyebrow slightly lifted in something like challenge. Akihito immediately bristled, his courage rising at the hint of condescension.
His eyes narrowed. "Your place is fine, but if we're having takeout, I want curry, Ryuichi."
There, that would show him. Asami could see how he liked being teased and treated to such presumptuous familiarity.
But Asami only smirked, once more invading Akihito's personal space to trace the curve of Akihito's mouth with his thumb.
"I like the sound of my name on your lips. Not many would dare use it. Maybe I can hear it again tonight under even more pleasing circumstances."
While Akihito fought another blush, Asami punched one of the buttons on the console and spoke to the driver. With a gasp, Akihito turned mortified eyes toward the front of the car, sighing in relief when he saw the divider between the front and back of the vehicle was raised.
Asami shot him a look that managed to be both knowing and amused. His attention returned full force to Akihito, and he turned and gave Akihito a smile that did nothing to alleviate the nervous butterfly frenzy in his stomach. "Now, Akihito, let's get to know each other better, shall we?"
"Asami, come over here and look at this. You have the best view I've ever seen!"
Akihito was standing in front of one of the full-length windows of Asami's penthouse, arms spread wide as if to take in the entire city that stretched out before him.
"I wouldn't have believed someone your age could get this drunk on a couple of beers if I hadn't seen it for myself."
"I'm not drunk! And besides, it was three beers. Anyway, I'm not drunk. Well, slightly buzzed maybe."
Asami cocked an eyebrow in amusement as Akihito chattered away.
"It really is a great view, Asami. I should take a picture. Just look!"
"I've seen it before," Asami said dryly, choosing, rather, to admire the way Akihito's faded jeans clung to the curve of his perfectly-shaped ass as he pressed his nose to the window like an excited little kid. To escape the brief pang of chagrin that thought caused him, he brought to mind an image involving a stripped Akihito with his legs around Asami's waist being fucked up against the window; the view he seemed to like so much at his back. Much better.
Akihito looked over his shoulder and bestowed a bright smile on him. "But it's something you can't ever get tired of, don't you think?" He extended his hand toward Asami who was currently ensconced on the couch sipping his own drink.
"Hm. I'm beginning to think so." Asami's lips quirked as he rose and tossed back the contents of his glass before prowling toward Akihito whose spirits were evident in the high color of his cheeks and the shine in his eyes. It provoked a response in Asami that made him want to pin him down and devour him whole, slake himself on the vitality that coursed so strongly through that slim, lithe body which he'd barely even begun to plunder. The little stray wasn't getting away unscathed tonight.
Something in his expression must have registered with Akihito because he spun around to face him fully, eyes going round, and he stepped back until the glass of the window brought him up short. For a second, Asami thought he might bolt, but then the boy surprised him again by tendering a small, shy smile that was both endearing and incredibly enticing.
It made him harden immediately, though Akihito didn't notice. His eyes remained locked on Asami's even when he was caged against the glass and Asami's mouth was almost close enough to brush his when he spoke. "You're not afraid?"
Akihito's eyes blazed up in that way that made Asami's heart pound. "I'm not." His chin came up too and Asami nipped it hard enough to sting. A gasp from Akihito made the corners of his mouth curve as he soothed the bite with his tongue.
This close he could feel the heat Akihito was giving off and the faint trembling in the boy's limbs. He smelled like clean sweat and chemicals, from the darkroom, Asami supposed, and a stronger sweet underscent of the boy's skin itself. The combination was highly arousing. Asami began to kiss his way down Akihito's smooth throat, paying particular attention to a spot that made Akihito shiver uncontrollably. When Akihito moaned, Asami swallowed it with a kiss, deepening it until Akihito opened to him fully.
He was quite a sight when Asami pulled back slightly to take in the pretty flush across his cheekbones and the way his eyes fluttered to half-mast, lips wet and parted, just begging for another kiss. Instead, Asami slid one hand underneath Akihito's shirt. Akihito's breath quickened, his chest heaving as Asami toyed with his nipples.
His other hand made quick work of unfastening Akihito's jeans, and Akihito inhaled sharply when Asami's hand slid inside. Asami let his face sink into Akihito's hair, concealing his smile and breathing in Akihito's unique scent. The boy's unpracticed moans were intoxicating, and when he stuttered out Asami's name with raw vulnerability, clinging to his shirt as if his knees were going to give out any moment, Asami was startled by the surge of protectiveness that welled up inside him.
"Shh." His hand soothed down Akihito's side, settling on his hip. "I'll make you feel good."
Making a swift decision, Asami knelt in front of him. Akihito's shirt was pushed up as Asami touched him again, teasing over his chest while his tongue flicked into Akihito's navel in a simulation of fucking. Akihito moaned and jerked against him, filling Asami with an immense sense of satisfaction. He was so incredibly sensitive.
It had been obvious before, but Akihito's responses to his touch were so open and erotic despite the boy's obvious inexperience and the prickly front he presented, that it took all of Asami's control not to throw him to the floor and take him with the full force of his rising passion. Not yet.
In one swift motion, Akihito's jeans and briefs were swept to his ankles, and he cried out at the bare touch of Asami's tongue to the tip of his swollen cock. Asami's eyes raised, and the sight almost undid him. Akihito's own eyes spoke shock and dazed lust. His bottom lip was being bitten hard enough to turn it white around the indented edges, and he stared down at Asami wildly, palms pressed flat against the glass of the window, shirt shoved up to his armpits and his cock jutting out from his body in lewd display.
"I am rather fond of the view after all," Asami murmured with a smirk that grew more pronounced at the sudden flood of color that overtook Akihito. He watched with interest as it spread down his neck and across his chest.
This time he didn't tease when he took Akihito's cock into mouth, skillfully working the boy to a rapid peak of arousal that brought Akihito's hands to his hair. The fingers tightened convulsively, but the sting only spurred him to bring Akihito more pleasure, relishing every swallowed moan and grunt that Akihito tried, but failed miserably, at holding in.
It didn't take long before Akihito was whimpering, pushing now at Asami's head in warning. "A-Asami, Asami, I...I'm..."
His frantic struggles were ignored. Asami slipped his fingers between the cleft of Akihito's ass, letting one just graze the tiny little pucker that flexed convulsively at the touch. Akihito's hips jerked as he startled, and then he was coming with a hoarse cry, pressed back against the window in what looked like a desperate attempt to keep his knees from buckling.
Asami's hands came up to settle on his hips, a grounding touch that seemed to calm Akihito somewhat even as he threw an arm up over his face, his chest rising and falling in syncopated rhythm.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, mortification dripping from every syllable.
Yes, he really was too cute. Asami did his best to repress his chuckle. It wouldn't do to tease him too much at the moment, not when he was feeling so obviously insecure and vulnerable. He supposed Akihito had no way of knowing just how appealing the combined innocence and wantonness of his responses were. However, Asami couldn't be expected to repress his own predatory response to the sight of it.
"Why are you sorry? We're just getting started."
Asami rose and swept Akihito up over his shoulder, allowing himself a chuckle now as Akihito began to protest and squirm, his kicks hampered by the briefs that still dangled from his ankles. A sharp smack to his ass made him yelp and go still.
"Behave." Asami strode toward the bedroom. "After all, I told you from the beginning that I'd eat you up if you crossed my path again."
Akihito tumbled onto the bed unceremoniously and glared up at Asami beneath the hair falling across his eyes. "That is an euphemism, right?"
Asami laughed. "Come here and find out." He began to undo the buttons of his shirt with deliberate precision, watching Akihito's face as, predictably, he blushed and averted his eyes. They came slowly traveling back as more skin was revealed until he was staring with unconcealed fascination when Asami finally shrugged out of it and tossed it aside.
"What is it?"
Akihito looked up with a guilty start, going red again and shrugging one shoulder. "I thought you might have..."
"Have what?"
"You know...tattoos."
Asami laughed again. "What have you been thinking about me, my cute Akihito?"
Akihito scowled, but Asami just kept smirking as he climbed on to the bed and shoved Akihito onto his back, looming over him on all fours.
"You think I'm Yakuza?"
"How the hell should I know," Akihito retorted defensively.
"I know you snooped around some, my nosy little photographer. You were so anxious to find out more about me. Don't worry." Asami's teeth gleamed. "I find it flattering."
"You're so annoying!"
"You should know, Akihito, many Yakuza today, the younger generation, they don't tattoo themselves, for what I would think are obvious reasons." Asami leaned down to breathe his next words into Akihito's ear. "Also, there might be much more of which to be wary out in the big, bad world than two-bit street thugs and their masters."
Akihito shivered.
"In any case, I would learn not to jump to hasty conclusions if I were you, Akihito. That's my advice." Asami bit the lobe his lips were brushing, making Akihito jerk and unconsciously bare his throat, arching it in invitation. Asami smiled. "Good boy."
He bit down and was rewarded by a low moan from Akihito. He let his arms bend more, allowing his shirt to brush against Akihito's nipples and his thigh to slide between Akihito's thighs. Akihito was already getting hard again, and this time he wouldn't come so soon. Asami would make sure of that.
"Do you want to check the rest of me for tattoos?" He couldn't resist teasing, his mouth hovering over Akihito's.
"Jerk." Akihito's glowering eyes made his arousal spark, more so when he craned his neck up and kissed Asami himself with a rather vicious intensity.
Asami allowed him a moment of control then forced his tongue into Akihito's mouth and his body into submission. Akihito writhed beneath him as Asami brought all his skills to work, reducing the boy beneath him to a needy jumble of nerves and desire. Even so, it was fascinating to observe how quickly he lost himself in the physical pleasure Asami brought to him. He was such a compelling contradiction.
Asami sat back, his eyes traveling over the fine, flushed skin as he undid his slacks and rose up to remove his clothing entirely. The look of terror on Akihito's face when he saw Asami's fully erect cock spring free almost defeated Asami's resolve to not laugh out loud.
He rolled Akihito over, a possessive bite on the back of his neck halting his struggles and causing his back to arch seductively at the same time. He really was like a little cat. Asami smirked, the urge to plunge into that tempting round ass almost overwhelming him.
His control proved stronger, though. He wouldn't take him like that this first time, and there was something to be said for a slow readying of such a delightfully sensitive partner. The helpless gasps and shocked sounds that slipped from Akihito's lips as Asami thrust slick fingers into his tight hole were intensely gratifying.
Akihito clawed at the sheets beneath him, unable to do anything else or probably even formulate any sort of coherent thought at the moment. "Asami."
The sweet edge of entreaty in his voice evoked a primal reaction. He was painfully hard, his own erection demanding attention, and Asami wasted no more time to satisfy the need to sink slowly but relentlessly into the incredible heat of Akihito's ass.
"Nngh...no, A-Asami. It's-it's too much..."
His fingers pressed into Akihito's hips with bruising force as the tight passage convulsed around his cock. "Shh..." Asami bent and licked at the shell of Akihito's ear, sliding a hand underneath him to circle his erection, hot as brand against his palm. "Relax."
He stroked firmly, thumb swiping over the head of Akihito's straining cock and coming away sticky. Akihito made a sound low in his throat, almost like a growl. "Yes, that's it." Asami breathed out the words. "Good boy." He stroked again, teasing over the slit once more as he entered Akihito to the hilt with one forceful thrust.
Akihito cried out, going down to his elbows and letting his forehead drop against the mattress. Asami gave no quarter, setting an unforgiving rhythm that reduced Akihito to a series of whimpers, gradually changing in quality as the pain of the new sensations were over-written by the pleasure that each thrust sparked inside him.
He brought Akihito to the brink of release and edged off again and again until the boy was a quivering, sweaty mess, pleading for respite. Still, Asami wanted more. He withdrew, smiling at the anguished sob it earned him, and flipped Akihito onto his back. He sank back inside Akihito, feeling Akihito's heels dig into his hips as the force and speed of his thrusts increased.
Akihito's eyes were dazed and dilated, lips parted as he breathed in time to Asami's rhythm. Asami couldn't resist bending to kiss that pink, slack mouth, eating up the moans as he took Akihito in hand and finally allowed him to approach the release he craved.
Akihito clung to Asami's arms as if he was danger of being swept away by a violent tide, his head tossed back against the pillow and Asami's name on his lips as he came with a sheer abandon that Asami allowed to override his own restraint. He drove into Akihito and emptied into his trembling body moments later.
The full weight of his body landed on Akihito, and he permitted himself to lie there for several moments as arms crept tentatively around his shoulders. His lips curved. The wild thud of Akihito's heart against his chest was strangely endearing, though he gave an internal snort at himself at the sentimental thought.
"Are you all right?" Asami pressed a kiss to Akihito's temple, then slowly eased out of Akihito's body and raised up on his elbows to study him. Akihito's arms fell back to the bed and he stared up at Asami still appearing rather dazed. Asami suppressed a smirk.
Eyes wide and liquid, Akihito nodded languidly; a slow, brilliant smile lighting his face, though it quickly gave way to a self-conscious embarrassment that made him drop his eyes and fidget nervously with the sheet.
Asami gave a heavy sigh. "I'm a bit disappointed, actually."
Remorse for the teasing tightened his chest when Akihito paled, his eyes flying back to Asami's, filled with a wealth of vulnerability and self-doubt. He looked like a kicked puppy, and Asami sighed internally. He must be going soft, but he smiled and leaned down to nip at Akihito's bottom lip. "I did think you were going to be using my given name tonight."
"Oh." Akihito's expression lightened, and then he glowered again, finally easing into a pout that Asami found incredibly adorable. "Jerk."
Asami rose to tower over the oh so naive young man sprawled out on the rumpled sheets. "Do you really think it's wise to call names at a time like this when you're about to be put into a very compromising and vulnerable position?"
"Huh?" Akihito's eyes widened as Asami pushed Akihito's thighs wide and began to slide down to the edge of the bed. "What? Again? Already? No, wait! Asami! I have class at 10:00 AM tomorrow morning!"
Asami's dark laugh was one of the last things he remembered clearly for the rest of the night.