Hi,
Thank you as always for the reviews! Please keep it up, It's really nice to know people are reading your work and have critique, also trash talking Sudou's always nice. :3
This story is turning out to have a mind of it's own so I hope you enjoy it...it's getting unexpectedly angsty and the language is just 0_0 (I don't really swear in real life so - sorry - I don't know where it's coming from!)
Yamane-Sensei, owns these characters...Get lots of rest Sensei! We'll see you in October *sob* x
Warnings: Yaoi, swearing, mild violence.
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Asami marches into the office building housing the DA's office, determined to keep the element of surprise, there's no way in hell he wants to give Akihito and Kuroda time to cover up whatever they might have been be doing for the four hours the boy has spent there today...
He storms straight past the secretary's desk, not giving her any time to ask him anything or announce his presence and luckily he knows his way around from years of visiting for business matters so he is able to move swiftly.
Upon reaching the office he pauses to hear muffled voices coming through the door where Akihito Is talking and he sounds very animated, as if he is telling an anecdote amongst friends over a beer.
Asami enjoys listening to that voice as he pushes the door open silently and regrets that he has rarely heard Akihito like that in all their time together.
Akihito and Kuroda are sitting across from each other, mugs in hand and actually smiling, laughing together…Takaba's anecdote just finishing as Asami finishes pushing the door to.
"...and after what he's put me through, a little revenge is in order!...prfff!" They both laugh again as they look up at the interruption, only to see Asami looking livid and surprisingly a little sulky, he's staring daggers at Akihito who in turn does a comedy double take, spilling his sweetened coffee straight onto his lap and looking totally scared shitless.
'Asami is here, what the…? - Shit what a time to walk in!'
He starts to worry that he's totally busted both in the investigation of the disappearing girl and the possible discovery of his secret stash of Asami photo's he was just telling Kuroda about, that he keeps hidden under his bed and he sometimes uses to *ehem
yes luckily he didn't mention that.
Takaba hastily stands up, coffee sloshing again all over him and rucksack falling to the floor. "A-Asami, hey. Me and Kuroda-san uh...we were just um..."
'Kuroda...san?' Asami is pissed, all Akihito ever calls him is 'Bastard' or 'asshole' and here's Kuroda getting a –san?!. 'What the fuck is this?'
"Ah Ryuichi how are you? Takaba was following up a story and he is just leaving."
"That's right haha, I got somewhere I gotta be Asami so I'll see you uh… later..." he places his cup on the desk and edges past a very edgy Asami and makes a beeline for the door, pausing just to say
"Thanks for that Kuroda-san..."
He slips out without daring to look at Asami and legs it down the hall, feeling free from the downright creepy atmosphere in the office.
Asami death glares the door, then Kuroda for a second before taking out his phone to dial Kirishima.
"Takaba is coming outside, knock him out and toss him in the penthouse panic room, take his phone….no, you can come back here after that."
Kuroda sits back on his chair behind his desk...and looks on slightly intrigued, A jealous Ryuichi is something he's never seen before and he's finding it quite amusing.
Asami snaps shut his phone and takes off his coat, resting it on the back of the chair but he remains standing. He lights a cigarette and takes a deep inhale before turning slightly to ask. "…What was my pet doing here?"
"Hmm? It's as I said, he was just chasing up a story and as it happens, our business is over with now the case has been dealt with."
"I see, well I didn't know you two were so close."
He taps ash into Akihito's abandoned mug and takes another long drag. "Have you been meeting like this often?"
"No, he just asked me to look into something..." Asami starts to grow impatient, he knows Kuroda enjoys being an obtuse asshole.
"Don't play me Shinji, tell me what you two have been doing. Now."
Kuroda is close to cracking up, it's so weird to see Ryuichi acting this way, and he has never seen his step brother being anything other than in perfect control ever since they had met as teenagers.
True Kuroda had not expected to develop some rapport with Takaba but the kid proved himself to be quite worthy of respect, considering what he had just done for Asami.
"Ryuichi, I assure you there is nothing you need to know. We have met a couple of times to discuss a case concerning you and the disappearance of funds..."
he didn't miss the way Asami's eyes grow hard and narrow slightly as he holds in a breath. Kuroda thinks it's weird that he has such a dark expression and puts it down to the jealousy he suspected earlier.
"...And you need to know it's taken care of. I think that boy cares for you very much to have raised it to my attention the way he has, although I must say it is peculiar that he shows his affection by butting into your business like this, some people would just do flowers with a confession and have done with it…"
All Asami keeps hearing that Takaba WAS investigating a scoop involving him, he even has apparently obtained evidence about the funds. 'Even I haven't got any leads yet. How did he?... And what role did Shinji have in this?'
"Why did you help him?"
"Huh? Well as I said, he asked me to help and he seemed sincere...Well fufu also he did mention he has leverage over you..."
Kuroda is referring to Akihito's covertly snapped private collection of Asami photos they had been laughing about just as Asami burst in...
Asami however is getting more disturbed with each passing second and misses the humour completely, he is really getting sick of Kuroda screwing around at his expense.
"Shinji, now isn't the time to piss me off with this...if I find out you two are fucking or fucking me over, I'll end you both."
Kuroda stops chuckling, he's taken aback at that stark statement and speechless that Ryuichi appears to actually be serious. As he watches Asami drop his half smoked cigarette into Akihito's mug and pull out his phone, he contemplates that while he has seen Ryuichi be aggressive in business he has never seen him act this way toward family or lovers before, but knowing Asami, who is always true to his word - its frankly unnerving.
"Kirishima, is it done? Good, I'm coming down now…no I'm not going home yet you can take me to Sion." Kuroda looks up at Asami enquiringly and now beginning to get a little nervous for the boy.
"So, Takaba is knocked out? Why?"
"Before this came up today, I had also heard he has been compiling evidence for the police and tabloids on my uh 'other' business ventures for over a year. Apparently he's days away from breaking the news and I just wanted to...celebrate the scoop with him this evening."
He glances to Kuroda and smiles but it really doesn't reach his eyes and Kuroda knows that smile. It doesn't bode well.
He grabs his coat on his way out of the office and his footsteps grow fainter as they echo grimly down the hall. All Kuroda can do is look to the open door and to the chair where a happy go lucky kid had sat less than 20 minutes ago, Kuroda wonders as to the boy's innocence and in that matter he really did believe the kids feelings were genuine toward Ryuichi.
He does though, hope the boy will pull through whatever Asami has planned for him, as whatever it is, it didn't look good.
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"Damn it!"
Asami exclaims as he makes his way into his office. He is ready to kick the shit out of someone or at least put a fist through a window, Kuroda didn't seem to be lying at all.
The boy on the other hand...
He wonders just at what point he got so comfortable with Akihito to have settled into some resemblance of a - what? Relationship?
'As far as allowing someone to live with me, this is the first time. Ha this all been a set up?...fuck it's obvious, just look at how we met...cunning little shit.'
He readies another tumbler of whiskey, there is no way he can face Takaba right now without losing it.
'To think I had gone so far as to let my defenses down around that photographer...that's an unforgivable mistake on my part. what have I worked all these years for if it gets taken away with this'
He settles for now on his office chair, contemplating his boy and growing increasingly more frustrated with each second that passes, he had assumed Akihito had no idea just the hold he has over him...His meditation though wares on with no resolution in sight, only more questions, possible scenarios and motive's that keep getting more distorted and far-fetched as the afternoon turns to evening.
Reluctantly he lights the desk lamp, better to find his cigarettes... He lights one as he loosens his tie and places a weary hand over an even wearier brow, sighing...
Sometime later in the dim, silent calm of the office, he can almost believe everything is fine, the alcohol has definitely helped numb his mind a little although he realises he has made it through 80% of the decanter and the world is starting to spin, ever so slightly.
'…Fuck…Whatever.'
Over and over, these nagging, insidious thoughts make their rounds through Asami's mind and he curses himself again for being this indecisive, any other time he would have made a swift decision already to dispose of any weak-link and be fucking the next bimbo he deemed adequate.
Instead, he wills the logic to fall into place and demands his own sense of reason to override this goddamned jealousy and fear clouding his judgement completely…
'Akihito and I have been living together for months, we have the cat and mouse pattern going still, but barely… All this time Akihito has been getting evidence on my underground business? But he has always been so innocent - Hrmph well apparently not.'
As these conflicting thoughts are vying for precedence within his mind and he finds himself getting more worked up, and slams his hand down onto the desk.
How was he ever going to face Akihito if he couldn't at least hear out his excuses, reasons?
Before what...shooting him? Choking him?
He almost shudders at the thought of inflicting the horrors upon Akihito that he usually bestows upon the scum who dare cross him.
'What are you going to do, Ryuichi?...'
After taking another long swig of whiskey he sighs again, closing his eyes and leaning his head back with a troubled expression on his face...consumed In all his alcohol blurred, searching thoughts, he did not hear the door being creaked open and a shadowy figure making its way inside…
He does though, feel the nimble pair of hands softly sliding their way up his thighs and ending at his crotch.
Cracking an eye open and glancing down, Asami's face falls into possibly his most damning and murderous expression to date. 'The hell?...'
The hands at his fly did not cease their movements however and Sudou's tongue makes its way out of his now watering mouth, coming to lick his bottom lip slightly. Being this close to Asami-sans penis is a little overwhelming as Sudou's body is crouched at Asami's feet, poised and SO ready to finally get its reward after so long.
Asami watches the blond take down his fly and remove his large but flaccid penis, being just mildly curious and observing just what the fuck his employee thought he was doing. Sudou greedily takes the dick into his mouth and starts to suck at the head and work his tongue enthusiastically on the tip, trying his best to get a satisfactory reaction and please from the word go, he'll be damned if he is gonna lose to some 23 year old punk!
Asami is still watching on, detached from the situation and he doesn't even care that there seems to be some blond slut sucking on his dick. There is though a faint anger growing and gnawing somewhere in the back of his mind –
He knows without a doubt who it is that he wants to see there between his legs and hungrily looking up at him with half lidded eyes, much like Sudou is doing now.
Gaining at least enough clarity to master his basic motor functions, he unceremoniously shoves Sudou from his half hard cock and zips up while he walks to the door, slamming it behind him, a man on a mission, he doesn't even bother to grab his coat or briefcase from the office...
Sudou meanwhile is sat frozen in shock, a lone trail of saliva making its way down his chin and his mouth silently wording "Asa-mi-san…where?..."
Sitting there on his ass where he landed and staring at the seat Asami-san had just vacated, he cannot believe what just happened, what the hell went wrong?
He recalls the past hour where he had been tailing Asami, only to see the brat arguing with, getting tackled and finally sedated by Kirishima before getting (too gently for Sudou's liking) bundled into the limo.
Sudou assumed Takaba was getting taken somewhere to get disposed of and he would finally get his wish. But Asami-san didn't smile at him, he didn't talk to him.
Asami-san didn't even acknowledge his existence!
Sudou wipes at the angry tears that have formed in his eyes and rises to his feet, noticing his trousers are feeling rather tight at the moment.
He looks in the direction that Asami-san left in and something on the couch catches his eye. He picks up the discarded mac from the sofa and holds it to his face, breathing deeply.
It's impregnated with Asami-sans manly, sexy musk and Sudou melts immediately, wondering if he can just sit in Asami-sans chair for just a little while as he fancies sniffing the shit out of the coat while he pleasures himself.
As Sudou settles into the still warm seat, he reaches down to release his cock while holding the mac to his face, imagining its Asami-sans warm shoulder he is burying his face into as they hold each other, Asami-san thrusting wildly.
A faint tinkling sound is heard and he's super pissed at the distraction, thinking it may be megane coming to lock up, but he's damned if he's stopping for anybody!
Moaning at the reluctant release of his cock, he reaches into the pocket to remove the offending item and sees that they are keys.
'To Asami-sans penthouse?'
He wonders, 'what if I were to surprise him there…would he notice me then? Would he let me?...he would have recovered from killing the brat by the-'" Ah! Asami-sa-uhn! Ahh!"
That thought disappears into nothingness as he releases all over the tailor made mac...
Finishing up in the office, he places the mac, stain side down on the couch where he found it and makes a mental note to file a general complaint about the cleaners, being caught doing inappropriate things in Asami-Sans office today...
Primping himself in the mirror of Asami's washroom and cleaning his hands, he is finally recovered from this minor set-back.
'You were too hasty Shuu, of course a sudden blow job would spook him a little. This time go slowly…woo him!'
Getting one of his super cunning brainwaves he decides on popping to the bar to order a bottle of Dom Perignon for the special occasion they will be celebrating together this evening.