At the same time, also high above the city, a dashingly handsome young Japanese man with a smart, gelled haircut was resting his elbows on the windowsill of a wood panelled conference room, gazing out unseeingly over the city, hazily bright in the March sun.

He too was revelling in afterglow, savouring every nuance of desire his young pet had exhibited, letting it override that other desire yesterday night had awoken anew ... along with burning shame and remorse.

He should have turned down the job request! He had seen the pictures, had not yet felt steady.

Then, when the window of the armoured limousine had slid down, and those expressive eyes had looked up at him for the first time, slightly bright with fever… he could still have turned back.

They had argued, the boy-man brave and assertive before him, but already looking at him in a way … he hadn't resisted taunting him … and, when he attacked, subduing him after a short wild struggle. He would never forget the tantalizing look of agony on the androgynous child face when he began gauging the infected hand. He had successfully fought down his excitement when Liu Fei Long had dragged himself up and staggered to the door, barely conscious. It would have been so easy.

That jolt when the young Chinese stormed into the bar, sullen, his face bruised, keeping on his coat. He had known why later when he laid him down on his bed. Someone had half ripped the youth's shirt off, and that was how they spent the night, the young Chinese sprawled on his bed half naked, in drunken sleep, his shiny black hair splayed all over him, enhancing the glimpses of tempting bare skin. It had been extremely difficult to doze off …

Over the following days, even before he taking the knife for him, he couldn't ignore the intense feelings the young Chinese was developing, gazing at him in growing fascination. He reminded him of a young dog in search of his mother. Puppy love. Touching, but rather trying on his resolutions …

And then the fateful night … Fei Long had been so stubborn, so set on running into that trap … first the kiss, born out of desperation, the youth hungrily sucking at him, at the same time protesting and trying to push him off … then feigning resignation, only to turn around to make a break for the door … reflexively he had slammed him down on the bed, holding him down. But how to keep him down? He had followed his instincts, and they had made him grab his crotch. Fei Long had flung back his head with a gasp. What a smooth tan throat in front of his mouth, and what an enticing hard length in his hand, the tip already moist … Fei Long looked up at him cloudily, wonderingly as the heat rose in him and he tore open the last button of the ruined shirt … rosy brown boy buds, erect … oh so smooth oh so young skin over rippling muscles … he was so fresh and beautiful, and innocent, quivering beneath him, twitching into him slightly as he slowly opened the fly of his trousers, cupping the erect, wet young man's cock, then slowly, tantalizingly drawing down the garment, laying bare the most beautiful body he had ever seen. The Chinese youth was gasping, half arching into him, half trying to push him off, as he began stimulating his cock with expert firm strokes. He himself had been burning by then, barely able to keep from slamming into him then and there. And Fei Long had seemed to want it, breathing "is that all?" after he had brought him off expertly, running a dripping wet tongue over those delicious nipples. He was gazing up at him with complete trust, wiggling a little, opening his long lithely muscled legs … he had run a finger along the base of his cock, smooth unblemished skin back then - whatever had happened since? - sinking in a little … he had expected it, it heightened his lust into a white hot blaze …

… Fei Long's breathing quickened, he tried to turn away, resisting, gasping "n-n-noo … A-Asami …that's enough …" and that had been too much, hastily he freed his straining cock and pushed it at that opening, wetting it with spittle … "push against me, open up", he had breathed, gripping the Chinese teenager with all his strength, "give yourself up to me, let me take you"…

It had been an incredible feeling to push himself into that hot, tight, resisting, virgin opening. Fei Long tried to struggle, to push him away, screamed, but there was no stopping now… he was one third in, grabbing the straining youth's shoulders, pushing … and now the young Chinese was doing the work for him, impaling himself further with every struggle … until he was buried up to the hilt, completely surrounded by the tight virginal heat. The boy had quieted in shock, eyes glazed, face terrified. He began to slowly move in him, each answering motion of the delicious body beneath him sending a jolt of ecstasy through his abdomen, into his chest and heart. At first it was dry, but then it had gotten wet and slippery and he wondered hazily if that was blood. "You are so beautiful", he had whispered, and "I'm so sorry", as he gradually accelerated his cautious thrusts, taking the longhaired girlboy … god was he eighteen? perhaps not, he didn't even know, how could he … taking him with him, making him thrum and quiver like an instrument, without any will of his own, completely at his mercy … Fei Long was staring into his eyes now, his mouth opened … he lowered his face and aggressively pushed his tongue in, claiming that orifice too … he had thought it couldn't get any more exciting but now the longhaired dark youth gave up resisting, relaxing his lovely body into the intrusion, even beginning to answer, thrusting and arching against him, rubbing his slender figure, all of that smooth smooth skin, against him as hard as he could, uttering gasping little moans … losing himself into his eyes in complete surrender.

It was to take seven years before he had experienced anything remotely as delicious.

Asami came out of his reverie, noticing his pants had gotten tight. One moment of weakness, of shameful pleasure, seven years of agonized regret. He had done what he could to make amends for the disturbed youth … but Fei Long had obviously taken his absence after the following, catastrophic turn of events as rejection. Had that alone been enough to endanger the little bit of sanity he had preserved throughout his unwanted and abusive youth? What had happened? He should have stayed in contact, spoken to him, tried to explain. He doubted Fei Long would have listened but no matter … after all of this time Asami felt sure it would have been the right thing to do. He had taken the easy way out, sending Yoh.

The Russian was completely justified in mistrusting him. A burning desire arose in him … to make it up to Fei Long, to make it possible that he find some happiness.

"Oh Akihito", he whispered under his breath, "if you knew how desperately I need you … it wouldn't be good for the two of us at all…"

- to be continued -