Hello,
Thank you for reading and reviewing! I hope you continue to like it, and that it continues to make sense as my ideas for this are all over the place...
The characters belong to the lovely Yamane Sensei!
Warnings: Yaoi, swearing.
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At club Sion that afternoon, Asami is in desperate need of a break from work, having been routing through the account books all morning and trying to track down where the fuck the missing 50 Million has gone.
However. Not being known as one for actually taking an hour for lunch like regular people, he settles instead for sucking in as much sweet nicotine produced by his much needed cigarette as humanly possible, he exhales the smoke slowly, just letting it seep out of his slightly parted lips while he thinks about this morning.
Yet another Roach has come out of the woodwork to threaten what's his.
'I suppose Akihito is really my only weakness, so I can't really blame them If they haven't got the balls to take me on without using him.'
He feels a grim type of satisfaction that he has a lover that is so desired by those few fuckers that occasionally dare to cross him...Akihito's body really does scream sex, that fire in his eyes. All it takes is to think about those fierce, full of life, pleading eyes and that mouth that defies, begs and moans and Asami is captured, all over again.
'He is aphrodisiac personified; he was born to become mine and when was the last time that I even thought about taking another lover? They all seem as insignificant encounters to me now, there's no way any of them can compare to his vibrancy and passion.' He laughs darkly into the silence. 'Am I getting old and sentimental?'
He smirks, giving up on recalling the memory that can never compare to the real thing and grabs the phone's receiver, dialling his kitten while thinking it's a pity that he'll only to hear the boy, when he'd much prefer him to be here. In the flesh.
He glances to his desk drawer, considering getting the secret file out to 'study' the surveillance photo's he's been compiling since their first encounter, for an unguarded and carefree Akihito is very sexy too. Hell, Asami had no idea it was even one of his kinks to spy on people until it came to that brat.
His attention redirects to the phone held at his ear when the line picks up on the other side and eventually and a sleepy, confused voice answers.
"...Hmmm…Hel...*yawn*...lo?" Akihito's voice is raspy and Asami is already getting hard.
"...Akihito, when are you coming back to Tokyo?"
A little gasp is heard and the boy sighs gently, clearing the sleep from his eyes.
"Asami, hey. I still have a lot to do so I'm gonna stay here the night...Plus, I wanna give my ass a rest."
After a slight pause he giggles and Asami laughs out loud.
"Akihito, you need to learn some endurance. If you're going to run away every time I fuck you four or five times during the night I'm just going to do it until you can't move at all from now on."
Akihito shivers a little, really disturbed at how heavenly he thinks it would feel to be fucked by Asami, to near death. Hm.
But. Sensing himself getting all caught up in Asami's flow, he chases away that piece of tantalising perverted weirdness with the usual half assed outburst he selects from his internal store of 'generic Asami insults' file.
"Anyway Asami, why are you phoning me? Shouldn't you be plotting world domination or shooting at 007 with you laser beam or something right about now?..."
Unexpectedly, silence meets this (what Takaba had considered to be a witty one-liner) and he sulks a little as Asami practices his usual psychic prowess.
"Fufu...Are you pouting Takaba?…"
There's a pause as he laughs again, knowing as usual he's completely correct.
"You know, I'd like to shoot you with my laser beam...Akihito."
Unable to hold his reaction, Akihito splutters and chokes with laughter as he rolls around on the bed where he had been napping in his grey imitation Calvin Kleins.
"That…That sounded so corny! Is that supposed to be a come on?!"
Asami laughs along with Akihito now, a low throaty sound though thats dark and dripping in arousal.
"I'd come on you if you were here kitten, would you like that? You'd lap it up for me would't you? Every last drop."
Akihito gasps and turns beet read while he buries his head in the pillow and groans a muffled "s-stop it…Asami! You-you're being a..."
Asami takes this opportunity to rile up his cute lover some more.
"Hmm, do you know what I would do to you if I were there…You've been napping, are you wearing anything right now, Akihito?"
Akihito takes a minute to slow his breathing and try to break the spell over him - 'at what point did he make into a raging pervert?!'
There's a long silence as Akihito tries to think Zen thoughts and calm down Even as his heart starts to beat a little faster and he realises he wants to hear more of that deep, rumbling voice.
They boy says quietly and hesitantly, feeling the thrill already...
"I've...got a. A pair of boxers on. That's all…"
Asami hums in appreciation and wastes no time as he demands "take them off and lay on your back with your legs apart. If you don't, you'll be punished later."
While turning a deeper shade of crimson but placing the phone on the pillow beside his head after putting it on speaker, Akihito Acquiesces to Asami's demand to strip down.
As the young mans body settles, Asami is able to tell his boy is in place by the sound of rustling fabric that eventually stops.
"Good boy."
Asami breathes a little heavier now, shifting slightly in his seat and stubbing out his cigarette, having found a different and far better addiction to replace it.
The crime lord releases himself from the confines of his trousers, his cock standing proudly to attention. He wraps his free hand around the thick legnth as he starts to talk through, step by step what he wants to hear and imagine Akihito doing to himself while thinking of him. Asami.
"Take your right hand and put two fingers in your mouth Akihito...just the tips. Use your tongue and suck them in deeper...draw them out. Slowly..."
As Akihito pulls out his fingers, there's a soft pop and a string of saliva falls towards his chin. His eyes are closed, imagining and wanting Asami's tongue, fingers or dick in his mouth, he wants to feel and taste all of Asami and It's easy for Akihito to fall into the fantasy Asami paints for him, laying out naked and feeling every thing as the cool breeze hits his body teasingly, giving him goosebumps. He sighs.
"Asami…"
"What would you ask of me Akihito? Should I Kiss your neck? Mark your chest, your nipples with my teeth? Wet them for me…Touch them. Do you wish I was there? That it was my tongue on you instead?"
"Yes…Asami, I- hu-nh..."
Asami's hand speeds up now slightly as the excitement of having absolute influence over his pet, even from miles away, gives him a sense of fierce pride.
'You're mine Akihito, realise how you crave me...'
"What is you other hand doing Akihito? Are you touching, stroking yourself? One finger Akihito - rub the slit with your finger, coat your hand in pre-come as you fist your cock...Does it feel good-?"
Asami has to stop the sentence there, he was close to letting a groan of his own escape, it wouldn't do to loose it before his pet...
A lightly panting voice is heard while Akihito lightly rubs his cock and balls while teasing his nipples. "It-ah feels good…Asami. B-but stop teasing, I want you here! In...side-uh!."
Asami becomes slightly undone at the plea to enter his boy as he vigorously fists his cock, trying hard to imagine it being buried in the searing heat of his lover, damn him for being in Chiba! Asami smiles wickedly and huffs out a laugh. 'So much for 'I want to give my ass a rest huh my kitten.' So he ups the stakes...
"Akihito roll over, ass in the air…Keep your face towards the phone. I want to hear everything."
Akihito moves onto all fours but supporting his upper body with his shoulders and face on its side turned to his phone as his hands move back down to his cock and now, also his twitching entrance.
"...Hmm you're so obedient today. I'll reward you now...do you want me buried deep inside you Akihito? Do it - let me hear you fuck yourself wishing it's me ramming into you, fucking you until you can't breathe and you loose your mind."
He hears a sharp intake of breath and his name being called so breathlessly on the other end of the line. 'Hmm, he would be so tender. So ready for the taking...' As Asami's hand starts to squeeze and work his own erection furiously, a swift succession of knocks is heard at his office door. Pissed as he had made clear not to be disturbed but still determined not to break the mood - he barks out a "come back in an hour!..." And thinks no more of it.
What Asami does not realise though, is that it isn't Kirishima at his door, for he's stationed at his own desk (because being the sharp minded ultimate secretary, he has an inkling of what may be happening in Asami-sama's office right now and quite frankly, he wants no part of it...)
No. Instead, right now it's Sudou standing outside Asami's mahogany office door and his knees go weak at the raw, urgent voice of his beloved calling out.
Without thinking, the blond places a hand flat on the door and puts his ear towards the noise, taking a shuddering breath and closing his eyes slightly as to drown out any distractions. He hears a groan and he swears he almost comes in his designer pants. That low, lusty voice coming trough the bullet proof door is pure eroticism and he really wants to go to his Asami-san right now, but instead he settles for closing his eyes completely and playing out the fantasy for a moment, while he listens...
"Thrust in your fingers more, take them deeper...ah that's good. Are you hitting your sweet spot? Call out to me, sexy boy. Let me hear your beautiful voice. Fufu. Are you close?...Good so am I."
Sudou presses his face to the door and holds the Dracaena documents (he had brought over to Sion to be signed) impossibly tight to his chest, he imagines himself being on the receiving end of that passion and Asami, becoming slightly disheveled and overcome with desire all because of him - Sudou. He starts to edit Asami's monologue, adding his own name to the lines as he sees fit in order to play out the scene of his fantasy...
'Shuu!' Asami would call out...'I wish you were here Shuu...'
"If I were in Chiba with you right now I would be buried so deep in you, you would be sucking me in, calling out to me. I'm the only one that can touch you, don't you ever forget that you belong to me - you feel complete only when you are filled with me, with my seed."
Sudou moans and clutches at the doorknob about to turn it, being completely lost in a moment of pure, uncontrolled lust. He is about to push it open only to stop dead when he hears an outburst of -
"Come for me - Akihito!"
In that moment Asami comes, and 'what's wrong with this picture?' Sudou asks himself, still frozen in place and tears forming in his eyes. 'Oh, that's right - he didn't call out 'Shuu'... he called out something else...
that brats name...
...That-that fucking brat! I'm so sick - SO sick of hearing about him every five-fucking-minutes - always fucking things up, he even got Asami-san shot! He's a curse. A cancer... Asami-san would be so much better off with out him, he is nothing but a distraction, an easy fuck...'
'Just….Just a nuisance...'
Sudou slowly releases the door handle and takes two silent steps backwards before turning completely and leaving the building, walking purposeful steps. The Draceana reports can wait...
...'Chiba huh?'
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A few hours after having fallen back to earth and waking from a peaceful nap, Akihito starts to clean himself up and recover from the post phone sex shame/embarrassment he's feeling. All the while thinking 'shit I'm so used to doing it at Asami's place where being loud isn't a problem - I hope no one heard that, I don't wanna be in anyone's wank bank. How does Asami even trick me into doing this kind of shit?'
He groans loudly as he flips over the come stained duvet, it wouldn't do to have Kuroda seeing that!…"Specky Bastard" Akihito says out loud as he moves to open the curtains again to crack the window open, hopefully ridding the room of the smell of sex. Akihito sees that it's just starting to get dark and stands there a while just looking out at the country scene, wondering at what point things started to get so comfortable with Asami. 'What the hell?!' He asks himself, head in hands as he blushes and grimaces. 'We're almost like a real couple now, after all the shit that went down before. We talk everyday, eat meals together...' He fangirls a little about his slightly domesticated crime-lord lover until a sharp knock is heard at the door.
Thankful for the distraction he moves to the door where Kuroda is waiting.
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Having caught the fist bullet train to Chiba, Sudou barely had time to research and find out where Takaba is staying. Luckily Sudou is so awesome and It's such a rural area that he found that the place only had 4 Inns to check and being the super charming, cunning fox he is, he had been able to concoct a phony but well fleshed out and convincing story.
Sudou is Takaba's close friend and colleague who must deliver an urgent contract before the deal expires. The elderly landlady had been taken in easily enough and thus Sudou, armed with his antique garter revolver (small but still deadly thank you very much) was finally on his way to rid the world of one Takaba Akihito!
As he slams the door of the taxi in front of the BnB his eyes skim for number 7, luckily (for him) on the ground floor 'good, a quick get away' and Sudou thinks it will be more efficient to get the shot through the exterior window on the parking lot side of the building, 'meh, not ideal but it'll do. I'm doing this for Asami-san after all!'
As he finally reaches the window he peeks around the edge American cop style and does a double take. 'This is number 7 right? Where the hell is Taka-ah there he is!...' Akihito appears in the room carrying two cans of pop to join a man that Sudou recognizes immediately as the district attorney Kuroda.
'What in the...?'
Cogs turning, Sudou reaches into his jacket to extract the tool to take the fatal shots...
His lips lift ever so slightly at the corners thinking about the irony as he focuses the camera to take the candid shots of the sneaky photographer in a highly suspicious and ambiguous meeting. He thinks 'getting rid of him quickly would have been great but this way I can plant the seed of doubt, they will be over - I'll be there to help Asami-san through it and convince him he'd be better with me - because it's true! With the brat's death Asami-san wouldn't rest until he found out who did it so this way he can kill the brat himself and then we can be together!...'
'Together. I like the sound of that!'
Sudou's bad mood lifts immediately as he steels himself once again having gained new resolve and he practically skips back to the station.
He's got some photo's to develop!...
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"Kuroda-san, here you go…Thanks for meeting me here at such short notice."
After walking towards the small rickety chair where one very uncomfortable District Attorney is perched (having read a report about the un-cleanliness of hotel rooms) and handing him the can of soda Akihito sits back on his bed, one leg under him as he spreads out the case notes he had been making during the day, ready to present his case to Kuroda who is being surprisingly civil.
"So as you kind of heard earlier that girl caught up in the money drama is dead and she was murdered - s-strangled..." He glances to Kuroda and tries not to recall his own terrifying experience of being attacked and strangled at the hands of a Russian Mobster.
"Uh this is really not Asami's MO, there's no evidence that she took the cash right? And I can't believe Asami would do this anyway, I mean it's not really like he needs the cash and she was just a girl and -"
"Takaba-kun" Kuroda cuts off the nervous blabbering (idiot)
"I also have every belief that Asami-san had nothing to do with this and please don't insult my intelligence by assuming I would doubt him. Please just tell me what you have learnt as I'm actually quite busy."
Takaba cringes inwardly 'keep cool, keep cool. The specky (rude) bastard is just here to help...' He steels himself once more and takes a deep breath before continuing.
"Ahh of course I'm sorry, OK so...Momohara told me that the girl had nothing to do with the money being taken, she was seeing some rich fat guy or somethin' and he was bragging 'bout it to her - saying he gave it to some punks who were gonna try and take Asami on and it was hilarious 'cus it was his own money being used. Uh...and cus she worked for Asami she wanted to talk bout it but was scared but I uh…Guess she was right to be scared."
Kuroda had raised his eyebrows a little at this, he had spoken to Momohara just this morning and gained nothing, whereas this punk kid was able to charm her and get her to spill - 'ah well he does seem to have Ryuichi under his spell...' He then asks "so you have not as of yet found out whom she was seeing? I suppose this does narrow it down somewhat though. When I get back I shall arrange for all the Clubs CCTV to be looked at and see who she interacted with recently."
This actually had turned out to be an enlightening meeting, the brat was certainly good at his job, the question still remained though - what's his motive? Kuroda decides now is the time to find out.
"So Takaba-kun I must say you have done well on obtaining this much information and you certainly have enough circumstantial evidence to take it to the police or the press -" at the questioning look he receives he continues - "I guess what I'm asking is why am I here and why aren't you doing your job? With this, you could make a name for yourself as a journalist."
Takaba actually looks shocked for a second before laughing and rubbing his neck in a 'aw shucks' kind of way. He looks to Kuroda lost in thought for a moment before smiling again, features softening out.
"It's funny actually, Asami and I have this kind of game where I run and he chases and I'm always actually going on about how I'm 'gonna get a major scoop on him one day, as it turns out I've got tonnes of black mail material..."
he takes a moment to think about his extensive collection of private Asami photo's, not realizing the old man perverted smile on his face...
'Hmm, Asami sleeping with a pink stuffed bunny, Asami eating dessert with the deepest scowl imaginable, Asami in the shower, lathering up...' He shakes him self back to reality and giggles before continuing...
"Anyway, I do and say stuff like 'I'm gonna take you down Asami!' but with this I?...I kinda see that it is really just that...a game, and I wouldn't wanna do anything to actually cause trouble for him - well not like this anyway. I want this to go away as quick as possible and I don't want him to be dragged into it - uh, don't tell the bastard though...!"
He laughs nervously for a while and Kuroda actually finds his expression lightening up and his tension easing a little, it's clear even to a cold bastard like him that this boy has no motives that involve dragging Asami down, a wry smirk breaks slowly onto his face as he wonders whether someone could actually love and support Ryuichi for the cunning, cruel bastard he is...
He hopes so.
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Back In the heart of Tokyo and peeking around yet another corner (because he really does spend too much time watching CSI) Sudou watches his photos being posted into a Harajuku mail box by some teenage kid in cosplay he just paid 1300 yen to.
Best 1300 yen ever spent!
As the envelope disappears into the slot he smiles a giddy smile as he starts the count down - four hours until the night time pick up - they should make it to Asami-san by lunchtime!
'I can see it now, after the initial outrage, he will call Takaba in, shoot him and I'll be there to pick up the pieces of Asami-sans heart and nurture them making them whole again and filled with me.'
He swoons a while longer before composing himself and starting the short walk back home feeling refreshed even with zero sleep, the power of love sure is amazing.
He congratulates himself for his master plan is surely on the verge of success!
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A few hours later, at around 9AM Asami is still sleeping after having returned late as usual from work and actually not having his kitten around he thought he may as well catch up on sleep.
He's still, lying on his back when he feels the bed dip slowly as a body sits beside him and leans slightly over his 'sleeping' form. Years of self-discipline have made him very attuned to the slightest change in surroundings especially when ones defenses have weakened in a state of rest. The presence makes its self known further as a small hand gently brushes some bangs out of Asami's eyes and soft lips gently press to his.
A sweet voice then says softly "Tadaima" and it really takes all Asami's will power not to take that beautiful face that is so close to his and ravage those plush lips. He settles for raising a hand and threading his fingers slowly though Akihito's soft hair and slowly raising a smile.
"Welcome back."
Although, now he is actually looking at his photographer he can't hold it anymore, and morning breath or no he takes his boys mouth into a slow but passionate kiss. When they finally break the kiss to breathe there are mutual stares of lust in each of their eyes, only in one pair its a gentle, half lidded, drunken kind of lust. And in the other, as always there is a fierce possessive gaze, Asami's irises burning as fresh pools of lava and Akihito is mesmerized as he goes in for another kiss.
The hand in his hair tightens impossibly and it should be painful but it only fuels the fire as his cock grows hard and wet and Akihito aches to be touched by his beautiful lovers hands. Asami's free hand snakes around Takaba's waist and slides under his T-Shirt to grab at his bare flesh as he smoothly turns them both to roll towards the centre of the large bed.
Asami is now on top of Akihito which is the perfect position to rip Akihito's shirt off completely and move down towards the spot on Takaba's neck that he particularly loves, the place just under the jaw line that makes his lover arch and shiver. He places a lick and small kisses there and Akihito moans to the sensation, he cant imagine what his life would be like with out this impossible man, would he be happy? Would he ever find this fulfillment he feels here, anywhere else? He's pulled out of his reverie by his pants being pulled down his legs and two slicked, cool fingers pressing gently into his entrance.
"Does your ass still hurt?"
"No...but thanks for the concern asshole. Like you'd stop anywa-ah!" That earns his cock a vicious little bite
"Ah!...no Asami...touch it-mnh"
Asami, not being able to deny his boy much, leans back down still with fingers scissoring inside Akihito's entrance and bites the delicious looking cock again, he wants to see if Akihito can come just from the feel of these savage little attacks.
As he bites, licks and nibbles to his hearts content, Takaba is slowly loosing his mind with this new torture, he tries pulling at Asami's hair, hitting his shoulders and pinching his arms. None of this as any effect but to spur Asami on more and the younger man has no choice but to go along for the ride - as the fingers speed up their assault against his prostate, his left hand stays tangled in Asami's perfectly black silky hair as the other raises above his head to clench the pillow as he releases a cry and arches off the bed to release onto his stomach and Asami's hand.
Asami rises onto his knees and brings down a hand to lightly stroke his own erection with the tips of his fingers as he stares into Akihito's eyes.
Akihito wonders if he will ever stop feeling the slight tang of fear when being faced with that huge cock...
"My turn...Little kitten."