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Thanks for the reviews! Things are speeding up a bit now so please enjoy the last few chapters...

Warnings: Yaoi (non-con), swearing, violence.

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Akihito wakes up slowly, still suffering the effects of the blows he received to the head. As he peeks around he sees he's lying in the middle of a dance floor of what looks like a closed strip club.

The glistening dance poles dotted around are reflecting the garish red and blue neon lights decorating the walls, really not helping to clear Akihito's vision. People seem to be talking around him and he looks up to see people he doesn't know.

"...like shit, someone's really done a number on him. Ha-ha but his ass should be perfectly fine. Suuchou, you phone Kamiyama and tell him he won't have to worry about Asami anymore and to get a bucket and ice at the ready, he's not gonna know what hit him! Hahahaha…

Then phone Asami from my office, give the ransom - if he doesn't want the brat back after all we'll have to go with plan B and get access to Asami's accounts and transfer more cash instead. Maybe we can use that Sudou guy's computer again, he was pretty sweet to hand over the brat to us huh?...go then, I'm gonna hang with this he guy here..."

...

"...Asami..."

"Asami! Oh hey, It's me Suuchou, we met a few days ago?- yeah well I'm calling on behalf of Atakura-aniki of the Katsufumi-Gumi. How you doin'?"

"Have you got Takaba"

"Ahh, man! We were at your place just now, it was sweeeet. oh Aki-chan yeah he's here, he would say hey too but his mouths busy at the moment, wrapped around Aniki's cock..."

Asami's muscles tense immediately and blood starts to pound loudly in his ears, though his voice remains as cold and business like as ever. He does though, raise his free hand clenching his fist against the wall, to command control over his rage.

"Where is he?"

"Next door dude, hold on I'll see if he's uh, free to talk..."

Suuchou shouts for Atakura and holds the receiver away from his face and flicking his cigarette ash onto the floor.

"Hey Aniki, Asami wants to say hi to Takaba!"

Muffled shouting is heard from the other room along with the odd grunt and Asami is close to crushing the phone in his grip. He doubts he has ever felt such all-consuming anger in any other moment in his life. He hears Atakura's voice getting louder as Suuchou must be making his way towards him and Akihito.

Atakura has Akihito on all fours, hands bound around a strippers pole, which he is clinging to for dear life. "Oh Asami? Hey brat, say konnichiwa to Asami, let him here your cute voice. Haha Asami! I'm jealous you know, uh! that you had this slut all this time, it feels so damn good inside him- ugh!"

Atakura then tugs Akihito's head up sharply by his hair and it causes a sharp cry from the defiant boy.

"Asa-mi! No! Ah! Asami listen! These guys wh-wanna take y-down, it was th-them uh! T-the mone-" *slap*

"That's quite enough from you! Ha-ha - Asami! If you want him back you better listen to our demands!..."

The sounds grow fainter again as Suuchou moves away to discuss the proposition with Asami, grabbing his pre-made notes he and Atakura had organised earlier.

"So there he is, he's OK right now but there are a few of us here that are dyin' to have a turn on him right, so you better act quickly and do what we say…

You better hand over the Nansai, Chubu, Tohoku and Shikoku prefectures, all 16 clubs, 23 corporate structures, 298 personnel and 100 thousand yen. You better come alone and you better be un-armed unless you want your boy to get seriously fucked up.

We want you to bring the deeds, cash and account's papers for us to sign them all over today, as little Aki-chan mentioned, we did get 50 million yen of your money to damage your empire from Kamiyama, but there's no reason we can't use our initiative and get a little more huh? Fufu…

Anyway, bring these in two hours and you'll get your boy back. Uh - that's if you still want him? If not we wouldn't mind keeping him around here…"

Suuchou sits back heavily in the thread-worn chair and plonks his feet on the desk, stubbing out his current cigarette and lighting another one. After a long pause in their dialogue, having given Asami hopefully enough time to consider the deal, Suuchou chortles some more before asking for the verdict...

"Well?"

"I'll come. Tell me the location."

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Lying on floor with his lower half now undressed Akihito holds his bound hands to his chest, having been freed from the pole. The wound Asami had caused earlier has started bleeding more freely now, with the new abuse administered to Akihito's body and he struggles to stay conscious, even as he will's himself to move, to escape.

"Asami's on his way..."

Suchou arrives back and squats down to get a better look at this sex kitten he's heard so much about. He contemplates Akihito for a while, just looking over the pale body closely.

"This fag definitely clean?"

Atakura laughs, "hmm, you really think I woulda fucked some disease ridden slut? Idiot…anyway, only the best for Asami-sama right?" they both laugh and Suuchou looks back down at the boy, taking a long drag of his cigarette before reaching to stub it out on Akihito's shoulder, Suuchou watches closely as it burns a hole right through his vintage T-shirt and into the boys skin, causing him to wake up, screaming.

"Whaa -whatcha doin?"

"He looked sleepy and I wanna go too."

"Prff - Well go and get some of the cat-nip from one of the girls out back, that'll do the trick...I'ma go wait for Asami out front...I'll call when we need the guys in place for the trade off oh – or if that scum turns up with back up after all…"

Suuchou takes out his phone and calls to get one of the girls out, eventually one of the dancers does nervously appear out of a side door with the powder vial. This being the Kitty club, they refer to the strong aphrodisiac as 'cat-nip.' The addictive substance is available in abundance here, and it's used by all the girls during most of their shifts.

The young girl has fading bruises across her face and the last hints of a black eye, she move's towards the scene and after uncertainly eying the poor boy on the floor she bows and holds out both her hands, offering up the powder to Suuchou. She waits for it to be accepted before stiffly walking backstage again, to entertain the rest of the Katsufumi members.

The ginger man slaps Akihito's face a bit and shoves the pink coloured powder under his nose, he's not going to let this opportunity go to waste so he wants kid to at least stay conscious through this.

Takaba remembers the smell of this powder he is being forced to inhale and hates himself a little for thinking that he'd rather live through the first time, or even his last time with Asami again rather than what is happening to him now.

...'I'm sick of this, everyone thinks I'm some fuck toy they can use against Asami. With this…with this he might really not want me anymore. Why would he want me after I've been screwed by…so many other guys…

He must be sick of me already…I'm disgusting...'

Still laying on the floor but on his back now, Akihito starts to shiver uncontrollably as the powder takes effect, unable to even shout out his discomfort as his already exhausted body is being forced into a new arousal. He begins to sweat profusely, growing paler with each of Suuchou's thrusts and each second as he loses more blood. His vision starts to swim and he finds himself staring at the now mesmerising neon reflections on the dance poles.

'Asami, are you coming? Please…come get me again…I'm sick of this, I don't want to feel any more pain and I don't want to cry over this shit anymore...I'm so tired of it, I - don't care if I die...'

With the fight in him finally fleeing, Akihito falls into sweet nothingness and thinks no more.

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Asami arrives in Akihabara and parks down the street of the Kitty club with Kirishima and Souh in tow, having called them right away for back up after ending the phone call, the Katsufumi are not direct threats to Asami but he cannot risk further harm to Akihito so they stop the car 2 blocks away to go through the plan.

"Give me 4 minutes head start and then you follow. Akihito will most likely need a hospital so we have to be ready to move of there out when I say, I want a clean execution but inflict maximum pain on these fuckers.

…Oh, and call kuroda. Tell him he's going to have a pain in the ass case to deal with in about...6 minutes."

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Akihito awakes again, this time to the faint sound of hurried steps and loud voices. He can't seem to muster the will power to even look around or take cover from the panicked screams, and what he assumes are gunshots. He actually feels quite numb and peaceful and it's safe to say, it's the best he's felt for a while.

Somewhere in his mind he thinks back to a first aid class he had taken at university, and hearing about what happens to the human body when it suffers trauma and goes into shock, shutting down.

'Well, if that's what's making me feel so damn good like this – that 'aint so bad….fufu' A small smile plays on Akihito's lips, as he lays there with his heavy eye lids still very much shut - he's really enjoying being left the fuck alone for once…

*Tap Tap Tap*

...

'...Hmm, footsteps?'

*Tap*

'…...'

*Tap Tap*

*Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap*

'…urgh, Fuck off please - I'm sleeping'

The swift footsteps appear to be shuffling somewhere away from him, opening and closing doors and Akihito feels relieved when the annoying noise stops for a while. However the relief is short lived as they unfortunately start up again and this time, they become more hurried, and he can feel as well as hear them getting closer to him…

*Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap*

'Seriously, fuck. Off.'

*Tap Tap Tap Tap*

"Takaba!"

*Slap Slap*

'Geeze, why is everybody freaking slapping me every two fucking minutes?!'

Akihito unenthusiastically cracks an eye open, as he feels a hand gently rest on his cheek giving a small rub on his bruised and tear stained skin. He's surprised and a little overjoyed though, to see the smug, gorgeous face of his lover lingering closely above his own.

Asami lets out a shaky breath, still caressing Akihito's cheek.

"You look like shit."

Takaba can't help but smile at this smirking bastard, who really never fails to piss him off. He's just so goddamned relieved that Asami has once again come to retrieve him, he chuckles a little, a faint but genuine laugh.

'...Asshole...'