Hello, Thank you as always for the reviews! I really hope you enjoy what is coming next over the next few chappies. With this one, I was worried when writing it but for some reason seemed organic so I went with it. Any comments/ critique welcome...

I must say I want to do a story about Sakazaki now - He's made it onto the hit list!...The latest Pray in abyss was amazing of course and it's so unexpected where sensei takes the story with each twist and turn. Can't freaking wait!

(BTW legal people - I don't own these characters! )

Warnings: Yaoi, swearing, mild violence.

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...Making his way slowly and somewhat reluctantly back to the world of the living, Akihito curses Kirishima to hell and can't help but pray that his head doesn't actually explode like it feels it's about to do. The sad thing is he is all too used to the after effects of chloroform and really now, it's just getting boring.

His problem right this second though are his eyes that just refuse to open, making it hard for him to register just where the hell he is!

His other senses however, go into overdrive and he can recognise the feel of the amaaaaazingily soft sheets and the faint smell of Asami's aftershave, which fills him with a certain contentment and comfort, he is a little relieved to be in what must be the penthouse….

Akihito does start to wonder after a while why he's in their bed, fully clothed, un-bound - with no sex toys in any orifices and why he isn't already being molested by Asami, that being their modus operandi.

The door slides open and he is finally recovered enough from the sedative enough to crack an eye open, though all he can see are blurred shapes and finally what he recognises as his lover and that he is in fact lying in the secret room, not their bedroom.

"Asami?"

He sits up slowly and studies the older man. "Asami! What the hell's the big deal? Why am I in here? Shit…I feel like I've been hit by a bus!...urgh!"

He glares through his bangs with a hand nursing his head "are you happy? you've wasted half my day all 'cus you wanted a fuck, why'do have to always have to knock me o-hrmph!"

He is cut off by Asami's sudden and inexplicable lunge towards him, landing flat on his back with a hand clamping over his mouth. Asami's golden, feral eyes are now a couple of inches from his own more alarmed ones.

As the seconds wear on in that fashion, Akihito' eyes relax somewhat and he starts to breathe a little faster through his nose, Staring up to the older man. Asami being so close is doing all kinds of nice things to awaken his libido, an anticipatory ache starting to bloom in his chest and butterflies fluttering like crazy in his stomach.

Asami eventually looks away from Akihito's inviting eyes and mutters out a sentence, his breath dancing on the shell of the shivering boy's ear.

"Just-don't...talk for a while...Akihito..."

He moves back to look into the half lidded Hazel eyes and kisses the young man beneath him, fervently. The drawn out and deliberate exploration of Akihito's mouth is Asami's way of buying more time, he needs to calm down and this is the most effective way. Only, he doesn't ask himself why that is…

'Can I really end this? Even now I feel...should I just keep him…in here? Not let anyone near him, would he come to hate me more than he must now?'

Akihito breathlessly moans into the kiss which seems to rouse Asami back to his senses and he breaks the kiss to stare at his dazed lover. He reaches a hand up to smooth over Akihito's moist, kiss plumped bottom lip with his thumb...

He says softly, a total contrast to the words he speaks. "What the fuck are you doing Akihito?"

Akihito snaps his eyes open to stare at Asami, quirking an eyebrow. The seductive atmosphere now totally forgotten. "Huh? uh didn't you get me drugged and dumped in here? There's not much I can d-."

"What case were you working on with Kuroda?"

It occurs to Akihito that Asami may be acting bitchy like this because he heard from Kuroda that he was sticking his nose into Asami's business, and maybe he heard about the whole trying to protect Asami stuff he had gone on to Kuroda about last time. – 'Right, protecting the badass 'alleged' yakuza – that's really damn pathetic! If that's it I can see why he's all premenstrual…'

"...Well, don't get pissy Asami, but the other day when I was away working I was chasing the girl who disappeared...She's dead um and 'cus the police there said they are gonna investigate, with the police here - I called Kuroda and asked him to y'know...hush it up."

Asami lowers himself to capture Akihito even more between himself and the bed, arms caging him in and head lowering so his mouth is hovering just above his boys, so he can feel every breath fluttering over his skin. And it's now that Akihito can really smell the strong scent of whiskey coming from Asami like the man had bathed it the damn stuff this morning.

"You had better tell me the truth Akihito, I will give you one chance and trust me this is more than people seldom receive from me. I'm willing to at least hear your reason for wanting to fuck me over, you must have known it would never work...so why would you even try and risk ruining...'this?'

Asami wanted to finish his sentence but saying it would acknowledge that he had, like a fool, thought he and Akihito were working their way towards becoming…something.

Leaving the sentence hanging, he kisses Akihito, more forcefully this time and Akihito is surprisingly quite still, being understandably and thoroughly freaked out and wondering if Asami has finally lost it.

Asami plunders his boy's mouth as their lips and tongues dance an intimate tango. When he hears another soft moan, he is grateful and a little relived, that underlying fire they hold for each other, it's still there at least, and Asami vows to himself that he can save this. He can make Akihito understand...

"Just tell me. Why?"

"Wah? What have I done now? I told you-"

Asami is silent but his expression darkens and Akihito wants to nip this in the bud right now, he's not in the mood to get punished.

"L-look Asami I know you've told me that your business has jack-shit to do with me, but I couldn't help it, the circumstantial evidence all pointed to you! What was I 'sposed to do when my job exposes me to all this shit? - Don't ask me why the hell I'm so worried over an asshole like you but I am, so what?!-"

"Akihito fufu are you saying you wanting to take me down is for my own good? My, you are intriguing. Is this why you fell right into my arms a year ago?"

Now, Akihito considers himself to be a pretty lucid and intelligent guy but he sure as hell can't understand what Asami is going the fuck on about right now. Still in his position under Asami, his face is betraying exactly those feelings.

"Huh?! You kidnapped me back then, how did I jump into your arms?! And how the hell is try'na get the case hushed up now gonna take you, the fucking mighty all seeing all knowing Asami-sama down?...I just looked into the money going missing and Kuroda can vouch for me!...

...Are you listening to me?...Asa-Hmph!"

Asami slams a hand hard over Aki's mouth again, earning a loud pained whimper as the sudden movement had caused a new wave of pain to shoot through Akihito's head. He spreads his palm and fingers so his large hand is covering the whole of Takaba's face, and now, he starts to struggle and whimper more, struggling to breathe and clinging to Asami's shirt, taking small desperate breathes against Asami's palm.

Asami lowers his head to speak right into his ear, eyes manic and with a voice colder and more menacing than Akihito has ever heard before.

"I can't listen to any more of your bullshit. I can't even stand to look at you, you have shown yourself for what you really are and…maybe I should say thanks, after all you gave me heads up plenty of times about getting a scoop on me one day. It's just a shame it will never happen for you."

Asami's hand starts to grow wet from Akihito's saliva in his constant struggle to talk, and explain. The hands clinging to Asami's shirt, shake a little as they clench harder while he shouts out in a muffled voice, all the while trying in vain to shake off Asami's oppressive hand.

"I-I'm inves-ti-gating it- but I'm not...hah...helping the police or...anything! Please! hah..."

"Hmm and how long will it take you to change that story?..." Asami shoves the boy's head into the pillow brutally and Akihito yelps from the force. Asami's hand keeps its position pressing his palm down on Akihito's mouth and fingers keeping his eyes from opening.

"I must admit I was a little surprised, I didn't know you were pathetic enough to hold onto a grudge, even after I bothered to collect you from Hong Kong...you still wanted to get back at me? Hmm…Hell hath no fury and all that?"

With that he shifts his weight slightly onto his knees and roughly pushes Akihito's head into the pillow again, he uses his free hand to take Akihito's trousers and boxers down just past his entrance and to release his own member. Wasting no more time, he yanks apart Akihito's legs and rams straight into him earning a desperate and cry of pure agony and shock, almost immediately Takaba pales and tears start falling from his eyes as he clings harder to Asami's shirt, sending a few buttons flying.

Asami starts pounding brutally into Akihito, a little blood starting to seep out with each withdrawal and Asami has no idea what he is even trying to prove with this, to himself or Akihito.

Akihito's tears and saliva are seeping down either side of Asami's fingers and palm, muffling the small sobs, curses and words coming from him. He is so confused and in so much pain, all he can really do is scream out what he knows to be the absolute truth while his hands start to pound At Asami's chest.

"Ah..I...uh wouldn't sell you out hah-cus *sob* I love you!...*sob* you fucker, you Ah!...piece of-shit! I-I can't fucki-uhh believe you! *sob* you know if I di-did go t-to the police or tab-l-loids, it wouldn't even uhuhh uh get to press...so wh-whats the point in this…Ah!"

After that outburst all fight remaining in him seems to deplete and he crumbles completely. He silently cries out the pain as his body shakes from the force of the sobs and Asami still thrusting away into him.

It's not the first time Asami has taken him roughly, hell - it's not even the first time he's bled during sex. But he just can't stand the thought of Asami thinking he's so petty as to get revenge, especially after Hong Kong and the fact they had been living together these past few months. Surely if Akihito wanted revenge he could get Asami while he's asleep, poison his food…Why would he draw out the process?

'Is this how Asami sees me? Am I this worthless?'

Asami, who is sitting on his haunches grinding into Akihito had heard that declaration and as it slowly penetrates the red haze in his mind, he is shocked and sobered by those three little words.

'I love...you.'

Asami's full consciousness starts to come crashing back with overwhelming force at the moment he mouths those words in realisation, and he stills his actions. It feels like walking out after being stranded for a time in a thick, oppressive mountain fog and venturing from the darkness straight into the blinding sunlight in all it's warmth. He can now start to blink away the haze and begin to see, clearer with each step, the beautiful veracity and purity this young man holds.

'…What have I done?'

Looking down at the mess that is his lover, Asami is truly shocked, this, he thinks really makes him no better than an animal.

'Is this how Akihito sees me?'

where the hell did his renowned cunning go, his actions right now are all because he allowed himself to be illogically and completely overcome with emotion, it is true though, that these are emotions Asami has never experienced before…

Lovers had of course come and gone, some even in body bags after trying to cross him, but this time he had felt it so intensely and so painfully that he was on some level. Scared.

Scared of the effect this brat has on him and his own reasoning, even after everything Asami does to maintain perfect control on himself and his empire.

And scared that the Akihito holds this power over him without even realising it, how can someone really be so ignorant of their own allure and charm? On some level though this makes Akihito guilty in Asami's eyes, for on Takaba's whim - if he really did so desire, could probably succeed in bringing Asami down...

And at this point he can see why.

As Asami's body comes down from the adrenaline and alcohol soaked high, it finally starts to register pain in his nerve endings which unfortunately reinforces the harsh and terrible reality of the situation. His cock, having been rammed into Akihito without preparation, hurts.

He can only imagine the pain the boy must be in right now. And if the whimpers are any indication, he guesses a lot. He pulls out and scoops Akihito up into a rib crushing embrace whispering to him in between soft kisses to his face.

"I'm sorry, Akihito…I'm sorry."

Akihito rouses on hearing these soft words filled with remorse, and he feels a bittersweet sorrow as he recalls the first time Asami had said words so much like this to him…

'I'm sorry…'

…

'You knew I would come for you, right?...'

…..

'Don't toss my heart around, any more than this…''

…

Akihito could laugh if he had any energy left, just who has been tossed around all this time?

With his eyes still streaming from the pain, he doesn't try to look at Asami as he asks

"Asam...i? I'm ti-tired, please just...let me-sleep...for a bit please…"

After laying the boy tentatively down again, Asami wants to run his hand through that beautiful Hazel hair but aborts the gesture, not wanting to spook the boy, instead he gets up to collect some strong painkillers and a glass of water.

When he returns it's easy enough to feed them to an unusually docile Akihito and proceeds to clean him up while the boy sleeps lightly. As a total contrast to half an hour ago, the hands that caress Akihito now are gentle and nurturing as he cleans his boy's body and face, occasionally still whispering words of apology and dropping soft kisses over his closed eyes.

When Akihito is settled in clean clothes under the duvet of their bed Asami silently leaves the bedroom to pour himself a drink, before answering his phone which had collected 3 missed calls over the past hour…

"Kirishima…hmm, you've located him?"

With that, he hurries to get the keys to the BMW and heads out into the night.

- Sorry Akihito! I'll make it up to you promise x