Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Major references to High Loft.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Yamane Ayano, not me.
Reminder: For any French speakers or readers, the talented Sharo_chan has begun translating Under the Skin into French, and you can find Chapter 1 here: .net/s/7857780/1/Under_the_Skin".
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The look on both their faces was priceless, though it was Akihito his eyes focused on. After the initial shock, the boy lit up with unadulterated joy, practically glowing, as he scrambled off Feilong's lap, falling onto his ass on the floor in his haste to get to Asami. Then, it hit him. His face jerked back toward Feilong and then back to him with a look of pure horror on his face, obviously assuming that he would be thinking the worst.
"Ryuichi!"
He heard Yoh shift behind him and contained a smirk. If he had been amused by their expressions a moment before, the look Feilong wore now truly made it difficult not to laugh, despite the constant thread of cold anger that had coursed beneath his skin since he had discovered Akihito's disappearance. But then the boy was in his arms, and he could feel nothing but a sweep of fierce possessiveness and satisfaction. He allowed himself to bury his face in his hair and inhale Akihito's special scent.
"Ryuichi!" Akihito looked up, eyes shimmering, his hands tightly clutching at his upper arms. "Just now-that wasn't what you're thinking!"
"Oh?" He decided to tease Akihito a bit. "You weren't sitting on Feilong's lap with his tongue in your mouth?"
Heat bloomed in Akihito's cheeks, and Asami couldn't resist brushing his knuckles over that warm skin, his eyes narrowing when he saw the bruise just beginning to darken across Akihito's right cheekbone. Feilong would pay for that, but first, he would soothe his agitated kitten. "I-"
A finger touched Akihito's lips. "I know. I heard what was said."
Akihito's eyes searched his, and he went limp with relief, pressing his face against Asami's chest and hugging him tightly. Asami's arms held him with reassuring strength. "Are you all right?"
The boy nodded, his soft hair tickling Asami's nose. "Yes. I'm fine. I'm just really glad to see you."
The faintest of trembles could be heard in his voice, and this time a wave of protectiveness shook him with unexpected force. Asami collected himself ruthlessly. There was no need to give way to such an unnecessary display. Akihito was relatively fine, and he had other business to attend to here.
Still, he allowed himself to indulge a moment longer, his fingers carding through Akihito's hair, tilting his chin up, proving to himself that the boy was no worse for the wear, and finally, unable to resist, taking that sweet mouth in a plundering kiss, wiping away all other touches.
Feilong finally stirred on his sofa just as Akihito's hands slid up Asami's back, completely surrendering to Asami's kiss. His hands made contact with Asami's holster, his guns. He gasped and jerked back.
His face a mask, Asami let him pull away, turning toward Feilong as he rose.
"How dare you! How were you able-" His voice faltered, his eyes went to Yoh, darkening with knowledge. "You."
"Yoh did not tell me your whereabouts," Asami interrupted coolly. "I had no need to ask him."
Feilong's eyes never left Yoh. "Traitor." White-faced fury, and beneath, deep pain, shone from his face.
Yoh stepped forward. "My first loyalty has always been to Asami. He placed me with you. I have given you my loyalty as well, serving you as I have him to the best of my abilities."
Feilong moved swiftly, but not quickly enough to evade the gun Asami had out and pointed at his temple before he could reach Yoh.
"I'm afraid my dispute with you has first claim, Feilong."
"Yoh, stay with Akihito. My men will remain at the doors. Feilong, you and I are going to have a little chat."
"Let go of me! How dare you come into my home and dictate-"
"I suggest you don't make a fuss. You don't want to make me angrier, and I'm sure you wouldn't want your little charge-I believe his name is Tao, isn't it-to walk in on such a volatile situation, would you?"
Feilong stiffened, shooting a glare of pure loathing at Asami. "If you touch him, you will die."
"I'm not the one who enjoys abducting and mistreating kids."
"Hey!" Akihito, who had been watching the exchange with a shocked, pale face finally stepped forward. "Who's a kid? And what are you going to do anyway?" His voice dropped, his fingers twisting together anxiously. "Don't leave, Ryuichi. I want to stay with you."
Asami's eyes softened a little. "I won't be long. There's nothing for you to worry about. I just need to clean up a mess I made three years ago."
Akihito's eyebrows furrowed, but Asami made himself look away from his worried expression, gesturing to Feilong with a curt jerk of chin. He could feel the boy's eyes burning into his back as he followed Feilong into another room and closed the door behind them.
Akihito jumped as Yoh's hand settled on his shoulder.
"Are you all right?"
He spun around and scowled. "Since when do you care? You shoved me back in that damn cage."
Yoh's hand dropped and he gazed back at Akihito expressionlessly. "Would you have preferred I let Yao continue as he was?"
"No...but still!" Akihito said indignantly. "Do you really work for Asami?"
"Yes."
"So, did he send you here to help me?"
"Not exactly. I've been with Feilong a long time. I didn't know he had taken you until Asami informed me of the possibility himself. Once Asami contacted me, things became clear to me, and I came here, thinking it was the most likely place. I didn't know for sure you would be here until I saw you climbing over that wall."
That brought back all the thrill and disappointment of his almost-escape. "Would you have helped me get away if mole man hadn't shown up?"
Yoh's lips twitched for a moment, then his mask returned. "It would have been much better had we been able to make it look as if you escaped on your own."
"Why?"
"It would have saved my cover." Yoh's voice was wry.
"Oh..." Akihito frowned. "So...wow...I guess Feilong is pretty mad."
"He believes his closest subordinate has betrayed him. How would you react?"
"I...I'd be mad," Akihito acknowledged. "And really sad. If I trusted them...and they did that..." He looked up, seeing how Yoh's face had closed off even more. "Um, I'm sorry...I guess I messed things up for you pretty bad."
"It's no fault of yours."
"What...what will you do now?"
Yoh was silent.
Hesitantly, Akihito faced him, thinking back to the look he'd seen on the man's face in a moment where he'd been caught unaware anyone was watching him. "You don't want to leave him, do you?"
"I will go where Asami wishes me to go."
Akihito frowned. "You'll just let him run your life like that? What about what you want?"
"I owe Asami my loyalty. That will never change."
"Yeah, but-"
"In any case, do you really think Feilong would allow me to remain at his side. Death is what I can expect if I stay, and a traitor's death is beyond your imagining."
"Death?" Akihito's eyes rounded. "I can't believe Feilong would actually..."
Yoh studied him curiously. "I don't think you understand the world you've fallen into. What do you think it is? What do you know of Feilong? Of Asami?"
Akihito flushed and looked down. "I-I know some things. I know that Asami is...well, I know he's not a typical businessman. And I sure as hell know that Feilong can be a major dick, but still..."
Something like a laugh escaped Yoh, and Akihito raised his eyes, startled at the unexpected sound. His eyes held what looked like pity. Akihito lifted his chin and drew himself up to his full height.
"Anyway, Feilong seems like he really values your opinion. If you like it here-working for Feilong and...stuff-well, maybe if you just explain to him..."
"That kind of naive thinking has no place here. He would never listen. He would never accept it. My loyalty would be forever in question."
"Don't think like that!" Akihito reached up and thumped Yoh on the arm. "You've just got to be persistent! I know what I'm talking about because Asami was a real asshole the first time we met, but he just wouldn't leave me alone. I was really pissed off at him, and he's pissed me off plenty of other times too. But he just keeps on and on until somehow it's impossible to say no, you know?"
For a moment, Yoh looked almost amused. "I am not Asami. It is unlikely his methods would work for me."
"Well, maybe." Akihito cocked his head thoughtfully. "But actually, you kinda remind me of him in some ways."
One eyebrow lifted but Yoh said nothing else, and Akihito shrugged, casting a look at the door Asami and Feilong had disappeared behind.
"What do you think they're doing in there?"
"It is not my place to speculate."
Akihito scowled. "Aren't you curious at all? Aren't you worried they might be killing each other?"
"That is unlikely."
A pout settled over Akihito's features. "I just want to go back to Japan. With Asami."
"Are you sure? You seemed rather to content to stay only a few moments ago."
"What are you talking about?"
Another lift of Yoh's brow, and Akihito's face turned a brilliant shade of red. "That-that was...Feilong, and he-I didn't-" Akihito sputtered. "You're welcome to that crazy bastard! I'd never stay here with him!"
Yoh smirked.
God, he really was like Asami. In a huff, he turned his back, but his anger and embarrassment slid away as he stared at the door again. What were they doing in there?
"Hey, Yoh. What's going on with them anyway? Asami told me a little-about how Feilong thinks Asami shot him and stuff, but it seems like there's even more to it than that." His voice dropped. "Were...were they...you know...lovers or something?"
A moment or two passed before Yoh finally answered. "I don't know. There may have been something like that. Feilong has never spoken of it."
"Oh." That wasn't what he had been hoping to hear. It was silly to worry, though, Asami had come for him, hadn't he? At least, he thought that was why. What if he was wrong?
He sighed, his shoulders slumping a little. This would be a lot easier to take if the door they'd gone through hadn't led to Feilong's bedroom.
"I assume you'll behave if I put this away."
Asami holstered his gun, allowing Feilong to spin away and gather his dignity with a haughty display of icy manners.
"But of course. I'm simply longing to offer you my hospitality."
He gave a short laugh. "I'm sure you are." He looked around the opulent room. "Your tastes haven't changed. Though, I would have thought you'd have outgrown the brooding atmosphere by now. What about a letting in a little natural light?"
Feilong glared, but he jerked open the heavy drapes, exposing a pair of French doors that opened onto his private garden. Over his shoulder, he offered Asami a biting, sarcastic smile. "Is everything to your liking now?"
His own smile was sharp in return as he sauntered toward Feilong, banking the amusement in his eyes as the man who'd long been a minor thorn in his side turned and pressed his back against the glass, watching Asami warily. "Fishing for compliments, Feilong?" Asami cocked his head. "I will say that you're looking well. Prison obviously didn't disagree with you."
Feilong flushed, fury sparking in his eyes. "Yes, I'm sorry to disappoint you. I'm sure you hoped that it would do me in entirely."
His path brought him directly in front of Feilong. He looked down at those flashing eyes and shook his head. "But you haven't gained any more sense, I see."
"How dare you come here and insult me!" Feilong moved off the door, but Asami pushed him back, a hand planted against Feilong's chest.
"How dare I? You came into my territory and took something that belongs to me." Asami eyed him coldly. "You should count yourself fortunate if an insult is the worst you receive from me."
Feilong swept Asami's hand away. "How impersonally you speak of your sweet, little lover, Asami." He smiled with equal coldness, and his words were barbed. "His existence in your life intrigued me. For someone who cares only for what a person can profit them, I wanted to see for myself what someone so seemingly insignificant could offer you."
"You sound jealous. And here I thought you were harboring a misbegotten grudge about being shot."
Feilong practically hissed. "How dare you make light of what you did."
"And what did I do exactly?" Asami's mien hardened. "If you're going to dwell in the past, wallowing in your own toxic emotions, then you should at least make sure you have the facts straight."
"You destroyed my family! You tried to destroy me! I don't know why you didn't leave me to die back then. Was it so that you could prolong my suffering? Does it give you so much pleasure to possess someone's trust and faith and then shatter it so completely?"
"Are you truly so blind? Can you not understand a simple fact? I didn't want to let you die. It was your brother who shot your father, out of jealousy of his regard for you. And it was Tou who shot you. I'll accept the blame for not thinking Tou would go so far, but I atoned for that by killing him before he could finish the job. As far as your brother, yes, I did shoot him, though I spared his life, which will probably come back to haunt me at some point too."
"And you dare to flaunt that in my face!"
"What?" Asami smiled coldly. "Have you forgiven your brother his insults to you? Would you have had your father's life ended even more quickly? I would have prevented his death if I could have. I failed there." Asami's expression darkened, his hand flexing in an unconscious gesture that Feilong didn't miss. "I...was not quick enough."
Feilong sucked in a breath. "Your injury...you-you tried to stop Yan?"
"I did."
Feilong looked torn, doubt and anger and hurt flickering over his features in rapid succession. "Then, why? Why did you leave me? Why did you disappear so suddenly?"
Asami stared him down, though for the first time, the cold assurance of his manner faltered slightly. "I...thought it was for the best. You clearly were thinking the worst of me. I knew I would be the last person you would want to see when you awoke. If had remained, you would have questioned my motives."
His hand rose automatically to his breast, feeling for his cigarettes that resided in the pocket of his jacket, which was currently laying across the seat of the car in front of Feilong's dwelling. He sighed, and placed his hand in his pocket.
"You were already thinking the worst. Would you have taken my word for anything?"
"So you just left?" Feilong laughed bitterly, his face pale and his eyes a little wild. "Washed your hands of me and left me to sink on my own."
"I'm not your Papa," Asami answered sharply, talking over Feilong's outraged gasp. "And I'm not anything else you might've hoped I would be. Your wish to bring ridiculous emotions into things made my leaving the best thing for you. In the end, you were able to rise up again."
"How dare you mock me!" Feilong hissed. "Because of you I was alone. I lost everything I loved. If I rose back up it was-"
"It was because I sent someone to look after you."
Asami's angry interruption silenced Feilong for only a second.
"Yes," Feilong spat. "You sent that traitor to me. Why? To spy? To make sure I didn't cross you in the future?"
"Why do you bother asking if you have all the answers?" Asami's smiled mocked him.
"Answer me, Asami! Stop playing games for once and tell me the truth! Why did you send him?"
Asami bent until their faces were inches apart. "I sent him to watch over you. It was that simple. He was free to carry out that order as he wished as long as you were kept alive and, yes, you did not try to cross me."
"Why?" Feilong asked again, his jaw clenched. "Why did you even bother? You already proved you cared nothing about me."
Asami sighed impatiently. "You really do need everything spelled out, don't you? Very well. Because, Feilong, I saw something in you that I didn't want to disappear. I saw something that made me believe, at least before the mess we ended up in, that you and I could be equals, perhaps even friends-or close enough for the world we inhabit."
A look of shock froze Feilong's expression, but then confusion and mistrust swept over him and he looked away. "I-I don't believe you."
"Enough of this." Asami growled. "Believe what you will. I didn't come here to soothe your tender feelings. I came because you took what was mine. Apparently, the spanking I gave you two months wasn't enough, so let me make myself completely clear right now."
He leaned in, his mouth brushing Feilong's ear. "You are never to touch my property again. Not my trade routes, not my shipments, not my men, and certainly not Takaba Akihito. If you do so, I will destroy you utterly."
Feilong's eyes narrowed. "I despise you."
"Is that so?" Asami propped an arm on the glass pane next to Feilong's head, caging him. "Is that why you practically sent me an engraved invitation to visit you? Is that why you've been so desperate to get my attention? Is that why you're so interested in my personal life you went so far as to kidnap my 'sweet, little lover'?"
Feilong flushed dark red and averted his gaze, unable to meet Asami's eyes.
"Will you do the same to him?" He flung the question in Asami's face.
"What do you mean?" Asami asked coldly.
Feilong met his gaze again, defiance overpowering the pain for this moment. "Will you make him believe in you? Will you kiss him and touch him and give him your warmth until all his defenses are gone? And then, will you abandon him when he's no longer convenient?"
"He and I, and what happens between us, are none of your concern." A barely leashed anger underscored Asami's words, though they remained measured and coolly delivered. "But you can be sure, Feilong, your situations are nothing alike."
A struggle appeared to take place within Feilong, and he finally closed his eyes. "Why him?"
"Why not you, you mean?"
Feilong said nothing.
Fingers brushed back the long strands of hair that had fallen forward on Feilong's cheek, surprisingly gentle. "I tried to tell you long ago, not to let yourself be ruled by these fanciful emotions. They have no place in our world. You've seen how your own indulgence has endangered both you and your organization."
"And what of the boy?" Feilong's eyes opened, penetrating Asami. "You came here for him. How does that benefit your organization?"
Asami's fingers fell away, and he stood back, regarding Feilong coldly once again. "I came to retrieve what is mine."
"I see." Feilong laughed, scoffing at the answer. "If that is so, then I feel sorry for poor Akihito. Does he know of your opinion of him? That he's merely a possession you'll one day tire of? He doesn't even seem to realize what you truly are. Quite the innocent among the wolves. At least I should have known better, but he, well, he doesn't stand a chance. And it might not even be you who hurts him in the end. You've haven't done so well at protecting what is yours so far."
Feilong found himself slammed back against the door, Asami's hand at his throat.
"I would advise you not to remind me of my failure. I saw the cage you kept him in. I saw the bruises you gave him, and though Yoh assured me that you have not touched the boy in a more egregious manner, I have no doubt that your intentions were anything less than vindictive."
Guilt flickered in Feilong's eyes. "I-I didn't harm him. I-" Feilong took a shuddering breath. "I almost...I almost did, but...he...I couldn't."
The hand slackened, then fell away entirely. "And that is why you will receive mercy from me today."
Feilong's fingers fluttered up to his throat. He glared, watching as Asami turned away, but then his expression faltered.
"Asami."
He turned, looking over his shoulder.
"What do you intend to do now?"
Asami smirked. "What I came here to do. Take my stray cat home."
"Takaba Akihito, for the last time, come down from the roof immediately or-"
A loud raspberry interrupted Kirishima's threat.
"Not until you guys back off! You're scaring Tao!"
The boys sat on a sloping curve of the rooftop, their legs dangling, and Tao huddled up next to Akihito, who had his arm around the small, trembling figure.
"I have no intentions of harming him, as I've told you before." Kirishima stated through gritted teeth. "Now please come down before Asami-sama returns to find you like this."
Akihito frowned, but he turned to whisper to the young boy. Tao shook his head and pressed his face against Akihito's shoulder. Akihito looked back at Kirishima and shrugged.
Just below them, Yoh called up to Tao in Chinese. The boy wiped his teary eyes and answered, and Akihito recognized Feilong's name as the words took on a slightly hysterical cast.
Yoh held up one hand and spoke soothingly, but Tao started crying even harder, speaking an obvious denial, and causing Akihito's arm to tighten even more around him as he tottered.
"He says he won't come down until he sees Feilong."
Looking murderous, Kirishima stalked toward the slender, flowering tree Akihito had scaled so nimbly, and pulled experimentally at the lowest branches.
"What is the meaning of this?" Feilong's angry voice startled them all. Asami stood with him, his expression unreadable.
"Fei-sama!" Tao shot up, his face brightening at once. Akihito's did too, though he wasn't aware of it.
"Tao?" They spoke rapid Chinese as everyone looked on, and then Feilong turned to Asami angrily. "Your men chased him out of his bedroom window."
"Asami-sama that is untrue!" Kirishima stepped forward. "The man we had on his door remained outside as you instructed. It was only when he heard unusual noises that he entered to see the boy disappearing out the window. He wasn't able to follow, so he informed me, and we only located the boy on the roof a few moments ago."
"And why is Takaba up there with him?" Asami sounded almost amused, and Akihito relaxed a little. In the back of his mind, he'd been a little worried that Asami might be angry. But really, what was he supposed to do when a little kid like Tao was freaking out and nobody seemed to understand they needed to back off?
"He and Yoh heard us in the garden, and when they came to investigate, Takaba-kun took it upon himself to climb a tree and join the boy."
"He was scared! I was just making sure he was okay!"
"Both of you come down right now," Feilong commanded. "No! Wait there until a ladder is brought. Yoh-"
Feilong turned to Yoh, forgetting in the moment what had transpired, and then his expression darkened and his eyes narrowed hatefully. "Why are you still here? Are you so eager to die?"
Tao had scrambled along the eave and maneuvered swiftly down the tree before anyone could stop him. He ran to Feilong as Akihito followed, making a jump into the topmost branches that made more than one person below blanch. He swung off with a whoop and landed on his feet, grinning.
"No need for a ladder."
Kirishima grabbed him by the arm and pulled him toward Asami.
"Ow! Take it easy, Kirishima-san!"
An iron-thewed arm clamped him to Asami's side. Feilong had left off glaring daggers at Yoh to comfort Tao. Whether at Feilong's signal or Asami's-Akihito wasn't quite sure-the old servant appeared and Feilong sent the tearful Tao off with them. He gave a tentative wave to Akihito as he was led away, and Akihito gave him two thumbs up, flashing an encouraging smile.
The poor kid had been scared to death. Akihito couldn't blame him. He'd seen so many guns flashed around today, he was a bit freaked out too.
Asami had watched all this in silence, but he stepped forward now, drawing Akihito with him.
"We're leaving now. I trust we'll have no trouble during the remainder of our time in Hong Kong, brief though it will be."
Feilong looked to Asami, giving a curt nod.
"Only do me the favor of taking the traitor with you."
Yoh stepped up, his impassive features marred by discontent. "I was your loyal man." His voice actually rose, his monotone embellished by the force of his conviction. "Once you got over your nihilism in prison and decided to live life like a man."
The seeming affront rendered Feilong speechless for a moment, and his white face reflected a mix of shock and fury.
"Get out of my house." His venom-laced words were enough to make Akihito want to take a step back.
Instead, Asami broke in impatiently. "Is that what you wish, Yoh? You know that I'll always offer you sanctuary. But it seems like you have no interest in returning to Japan."
"I hope you have never doubted my loyalty to you. I-"
"Of course not. But things change. It's the mark of a good leader to understand that and to adapt."
Asami reached for his cigarettes again, but this time Kirishima was there to save the day, offering one of his own and lighting it for his boss. He inhaled the nicotine gratefully, letting it hit his system before he casually fixed Yoh with a knowing look. "You have your work cut out for you."
Yoh merely inclined his head.
Asami inhaled again, then let his cigarette drop the stone terrace. He flattened it with the tip of his Italian loafer. "Kirishima pull everyone out. We're going."
As he pulled Akihito past Yoh, he turned and added with a smirk, "Yoh, you're fired."
Akihito gasped, and he twisted to see the blank look on Yoh's face and the highly flustered one on Feilong's. Before they made it out the door, Feilong called after them.
"Wait. Asami. I-I would like to speak with Akihito a moment." He looked as if he were swallowing something distasteful as he added a grudging, "If I may."
The tension grew heavy until Akihito gave Asami a reassuring grin and eased out of his clutches. "Be right back."
"You're not to leave my sight."
"Yeah, yeah, okay." Like he wanted to be alone with Feilong. He moved to the other side of the terrace where Feilong waited, watching him approach with a troubled expression.
For a moment, they stood in awkward silence, and then they spoke in unison.
"Akihito-"
"Um, Feilong-"
Akihito grinned. "You first."
Seeming somewhat nonplussed by Akihito's show of goodwill, Feilong regarded him seriously, his eyes shadowed by regret. "Akihito, I wanted to apologize to you. It was wrong of me to involve you." He bowed his head. "It was...dishonorable. And I...I hope that you will come to forgive me one day."
"I can forgive you today, if you want."
Feilong raised his eyes wonderingly. "Do you mean that?"
"Why not? You sound like you mean it."
"I do."
"Then, I'm not one to hold a grudge, and you seem like you could be okay if you just lighten up a bit. Forget whatever you've been smoking, and get high on life, like me." He offered a bright, cheesy grin that actually made Feilong give a soft laugh.
Feilong began to reach out, but pulled his hand back to his side. "Thank you, Akihito. Perhaps we will meet again one day."
"Yeah, maybe." He grinned again. "If you're ever in Tokyo give me a call and I'll take you out for beer and yakitori." He leaned in for a just a second, lowering his voice. "And try to give Yoh a break. He reminds me a bit of Asami, though he seems more like a closet arrogant bastard than an upfront one. But if you like that type..." Both their eyes traveled to Asami. "Well, anyway, I think he's really into you."
"Don't concern yourself with that, Akihito." His voice a shade colder, Feilong withdrew into himself again. "But know that I feel I owe you a debt." He held up his hand to forestall Akihito's protests. "If I can ever do you a service..."
"I'll be the one to take care of Akihito's needs." Once again, Akihito was drawn to Asami's side.
Akihito had one last look at Feilong's sullen face before he was finally escorted from the room by Asami. He leaned into the comforting warmth, the startling events of the day sweeping over him with a wearying force. He couldn't believe he was really going home.
But before they reached the door and the relative sanctuary of Asami's car, he found himself pushed into a small bathroom near the front entrance.
His breath left him in a rush as his back hit the wall. Asami's kiss was almost an assault, fingers at his jaw, pressing with force enough to bruise. His own hands came up, clutching at Asami's arms wildly as it became increasingly difficult to breathe. He was released just as suddenly and he gasped, his tongue still reaching for Asami's as the man drew back and fixed him with a penetrating and intimidating stare.
"Don't ever let another person touch you."
Akihito's eyes rounded. Hadn't he understood? Why did Asami seem so upset now?
"But I was just-"
"I can see I'm not being clear enough."
He was spun around and pressed up against the counter, his hands forcibly planted against the cold marble, and the pants of the awful outfit Feilong had dressed him in were dragged down just enough to fully expose his ass.
First Asami's fingers, then his cock plunged into Akihito, stretching his tight passage too quickly and too roughly to allow Akihito to fully adjust. His toes curled inside the dainty slippers he wore, his lower lip bitten ruthlessly to stifle his groans.
Asami set a pace that made Akihito's muscles scream, long, slow drags of that thick shaft that pumped into his ass with a cold discipline that Akihito was desperate to appease. His own cock throbbed painfully, untouched, trapped within the confines of the silk pants. Possessive hands remained on his hips, dimpling the flesh as Akihito moaned piteously beneath him.
"Asami," he cried out hoarsely. "Please."
His head was tugged up by fingers that tangled in his hair. The large mirror reflected his wild, dilated eyes, his heaving, frantic gasps for breath, and his desperation.
Another tug make him blink back the sting in his eyes. "Who can touch you, Akihito?"
"Y-you..."
Asami shoved in hard and deep, brushing Akihito's prostate and evoking a choked sob from the shivering boy.
"Who, Akihito?"
"You...only you...Ryuichi, please..."
Asami's hands slid under shirt, curving over his ribs and pressing his chest higher. The long scratches Feilong had given him showed starkly red against his pale skin. Asami's fingers traced down the marks.
"Did he do this to you?"
"Y-yes, but he didn't...didn't-unngh!"
Asami's hand slid lower. Holding tight to the base of Akihito's cock, he thrust deep again. Akihito's mouth went slack. Beyond begging, he could only moan, his throat raw from the strength of it. In the mirror, his eyes met Asami's in a wordless plea.
"You're mine, Akihito. All of you is only for me."
The fingers loosened and stroked up Akihito's angry red shaft. He immediately exploded, white seed shooting all over the mirror and his cries reverberating off the walls. When his orgasm faded he collapsed against the counter, barely registering the gentle touch that cleaned him and arranged his clothing.
"I have fresh clothes for you in the car."
Akihito smiled faintly, exhaustion truly setting in. Lips pressed against his temple, then his mouth, warm and tender this time.
When the door opened, Suoh and Kirishima were waiting at either side, their guns holstered, studiously looking blank-faced. If he hadn't been so tired, Akihito would have wanted to find a hole to crawl into and die, but Asami didn't blink, only ordered them all to the car and on to the airport after that.
Akihito looked back at the splattered mirror still visible from the open door.
"Shouldn't we clean that up?"
Asami only smirked.
Akihito shrugged. All he cared about right now was that Asami had come for him. His hand slipped into Asami's trustingly as the man led him out the door. His drooping eyes didn't notice the startled and troubled expression in Asami's eyes.