A/N:
Here we go! The last chapter!
As always, thank you to Miyanoai. Though busy preparing for a con, and surviving a terrible snow storm (which apparently wasn't as bad as the news made it out to be), she still found time to edit this.
***Sunshine***
Chapter Twelve:
The ceramic mug shattered on the white wall. Akihito scooted out of the way, not wanting to get hit by friendly fire––or in this case, furiously unfriendly fire. Golden eyes blazed as the coffee stained the once pristine paint. Ryu sat on the other side of the table, gaze narrowing as his daughter seethed. Akihito glanced at the dripping wall, his jaw dropping. Damn, Hisana could throw.
"What do you mean I'm not going back to Oxford?"
"You can barely walk, and Reiko-sensei has not released you from his care yet," the fixer began to fold his paper. Akihito's blood ran cold. That was never a good sign.
"And England doesn't have doctors?" she sarcastically snarled. "Mahdi won't be there, so that shouldn't be a problem!" He had already graduated, she pouted. They had nearly convinced Abbas to let him stay in London, acting as his European liaison.
"That has nothing to do with this," though he refused to pay for them to play house. "You're still injured, and I haven't ferreted out Matsuhara's partner yet." After such a close call, he wanted her close by, where he could keep an eye on her at all times. "Besides, your mother likes having you here."
"Hey!" Akihito bristled. Damn that smug jerk could not resist getting a dig in. "Don't call me a girl!"
"There's nothing wrong with being a girl," Hisana sniffed. Feminism 101, baby. "Seriously, Daddy," she crossed her arms. "I've got a year left. I can't just drop out because a little kerfuffle at home!"
Akihito's head swiveled. "What the fuck is a kerfuffle?"
"You will be taking this semester off," Asami interrupted them. "Afterwards, we will discuss you transferring to Keio University."
"What?" she shrieked. Her fingers danced across the table, searching for something else to throw. Akihito quickly swiped her knife and fork––just in case. "I'm not going to some two-bit university––"
"Hey!" the photographer cut her off. Keio University was a prestigious institute of learning. And ritzy, too!
"I went to a community university," Asami smoothly interjected.
Hisana snorted in derision. Apparently, she did not think highly of the local schools, or Keio. "Well, I go to Oxford."
"Not anymore," drawled Asami.
"Please, Daddy," she pulled away from the table. Akihito was surprised. He expected banshee-esque wails and caterwauling swears, not a gentle, profession tone. "I have a life there. Friends. A job. Please don't take that from me. England is safe. Oxford is safe."
Asami rose to get another cup of coffee. He wordlessly poured one for Hisana as well. The teen was taciturn, giving her father the opportunity to really think about her arguments. Akihito did not expect that, either, but rather the wheedling of a spoiled princess.
As he sat back down, Asami finally answered her. "I've already sent men to clean out your apartment," he confessed. "You are going to stay in Japan, with me or at your grandmother's. Whichever you prefer."
Large gold eyes squeezed shut. "No. Daddy, you can't…do this to me…"
Asami's face remained stoic, but Akihito knew his lover well enough to sense his turmoil. He hated making her unhappy, but as her father, Asami would do what was best for her. "Now if you feel that strongly about getting your degree from Oxford, I can arrange for you to take online classes, or watch the lectures on a video feed."
She blinked fat tears away. "That's not the point."
"I know." She wanted her youth and her freedom. Sadly, the world had stolen both from her. Akihito stayed quiet. It was not his place to offer his input. After all, he was still trying to figure out this weird family's dynamic. Nothing happened the way he thought it would.
His lover continued, "My decision is still final. You may hate Japan, and hate me. But you will be alive, and that is enough for me."
She slumped forward, burying her head in hers arms. "I'll never hate you. Be angry, yes, but never hate."
Asami wore the slightest of smiles.
"Call your men home," Hisana offered a wan grin. "Nothing in that penthouse is valuable. I can buy new clothes here."
Asami nodded. His men were already in London. They could at least bring back her prized collection of books. She had enough to fill her own library. They would make Japan a little more bearable.
***Sunshine***
"You took that remarkably well," Akihito told her when they were alone later on that day. Ryu had gone to work, and they were snuggled up on the couches, playing Modern Warfare. Hisana was unfairly good, but not as good as the photographer. She would give Kou a run for his money, though.
"Oh no, I'm pissed," Hisana shrugged. "I know him. He won't change his mind unless he wants to."
"You got that right," Akihito viciously pressed the A button. The soldier on his screen burst open in a shower of red guts. He quickly left the area, searching for his next victim.
"Yup. So revenge it is," his grinned as she knifed her opponent.
"Huh?" Akihito quickly turned to look at her, his mouth open wide. He must have heard her incorrectly.
The screen went dark. Game Over flashed in white on the black. Hisana leaned back, reading the stats. "I'm not going to let him get away with this. I'll get him to change his mind, and make him think it was his idea." She glanced over at him with a wicked smirk. "If I were you, I wouldn't drop trou for a while."
Akihito reflexively covered his junk with the controller, scooting over to the other end of the sofa. "Why?" It came out hesitant, but then again, the photographer wasn't sure he really wanted to know her machinations.
The new game started. "Kids are the biggest cockblock ever. Dad's going to hit the longest dry spell of his life. I really don't want to see your bits, so keep your pants on."
He was definitely going to now. There was no way he could go months without sex. Three days turned him into a wound up horn dog. Months would do him in. And Ryu…he was much more violent when they hit a dry spell. At least, the thought of them naked repelled Hisana. That was one weapon they had in their arsenal.
Hisana winked at Akihito. "I can't wheedle him. That only cements his decision. However, I figure you want the D," she shuddered. "Given enough time, you'll put the idea in his head. Dad will think on it, but he'll be itching to get some so badly by then that I will be on the next flight out."
That explained why she said to leave her stuff in England. Akihito was impressed. It was a good plan.
***Sunshine***
Like many men, Hashimoto Toshiro had taken a much younger mistress. She lay beside him plastically beautiful. Her new breasts heaved as she slowly came down from her climax. Matsuhara Yua was the standard yakuza mistress, and she accepted her role with dignity.
"Are you going to tell me how your meeting with Asami Ryuichi went?" she asked at last, when her heart rate had slowed enough to speak evenly.
"He is looking for you," the smalltime yakuza confessed. "He doesn't know you are with me, though, and I convinced him that I had nothing to do with the kidnapping."
Yua rolled onto her side, propping herself up on her elbow. "So you will lie low like a coward, even though he slaughtered my family?"
Hashimoto's black eyes narrowed. "Watch your tone, woman. I will avenge your family. You have had my word already. But these things take time. I cannot afford to tip my hand too soon."
Yua lay back down. "I hate them. For everything they have ever done. I want them dead."
"I know," Hashimoto touched her swollen stomach, where his son's burgeoning life bloomed.
"The girl doesn't matter to me," Yua put her hand on him. "She may have been the catalyst, but it was Asami Ryuichi who acted. I want his head on a silver platter. Promise me, Toshiro, that you will kill him."
Hashimoto knew his illegitimate heir was on borrowed time if the Asami family lived. They would eradicate any entire enemy bloodline and absorb their wealth. For his child, and his small empire, Hashimoto Toshiro agreed.
"I promise."
***Sunshine***
The doorbell rang.
"I'll get it," Akihito shouted needlessly. It was only he and Hisana in the penthouse. Ryu was at work, and the heiress had another week in her chair, doctor's orders. She had slipped in the shower, the one place where nobody could hold her (because Kirishima's wife was out of the country). Rather than let anyone carry her out of the bathroom, Hisana dragged herself to a robe and then out of the bathroom. Ryu had been furious.
"Aki-chan!" Kou threw his arms around his friend. "Long time no see!"
"You saw him last Tuesday," Takato pulled the brunette off their friend. "Don't exaggerate so much."
The photojournalist grinned. "C'mon in, guys."
Kou barreled past him, carrying a bag of snacks. "Where's Cinderella?" He looked around the genkan wildly, kicking off his shoes.
"She's on the couch," Akihito took one of the cases of beer from Takato.
"I worry about him, sometimes," Takato confessed as they watched Kou scamper down the hallway.
The brunette whistled loudly. "Sweet new digs, Aki-chan!"
Akihito ducked his head. He hadn't told the guys the complete truth, saying they were renting this place because it was close to Hisana's doctor. Which it was, but that was just coincidentally convenient.
"Cinderella!" Kou jubilantly exclaimed.
"Hey Kou," Hisana smiled at him. She was sitting in the middle of the sofa, pillows surrounding her, and a fluffy blanket on her legs. "How's it going?"
Kou glanced at her wheelchair in the corner of the room, and tried to keep up the cheery disposition that one always had when visiting the sick. "Really good. Work has been a bitch, though."
"I'm sorry," she pouted prettily. "How's Momo?"
"She's good," Kou put his hands awkwardly in his pockets. He tried to look at her, but the wheelchair was so much more interesting. "She's really good."
"Uh-huh," her eyes glazed over. Takato quickly took over the conversation. Out of all of the boys, he by far had the most tact.
"So, Akihito said you dislocated your hip," he said.
"The right hip. And I chipped the head of my femur," Hisana nodded. It sounded so much more hardcore than it actually was.
Takato winced sympathetically. "Ouch," he, too, felt awkward, and was not sure what else he could say. The conversation was treading on dangerous ground already. He, Kou, and Rinka had talked late into the night, wondering why she had been kidnapped. Rinka posited extortion, but the boys remembered the year before, and the long haired Chinese man. "Akihito said you fell."
Hisana glanced at the photographer. She licked her lips. "From three stories up onto a cement floor." The Crimson Rose has not been a particularly luxe establishment.
"Really?" Kou finally looked her in the eye. "Because we didn't believe––"
"Shuddup!" Takato elbowed him hard.
She laughed uncomfortable. "I really did. Mom, Daddy, Kirishima and Suoh even––none of them got hurt. I was just being clumsy."
Akihito hadn't been there, but from the death toll, and Mahdi's chest, he did not believe her. He would never ask, though. He did not want to know.
"When do you get to start walking again? I mean, a chipped bone still counts as a broken bone, right? That has to take a long time to heal," Takato sat across from her and clasped his hands.
"There isn't anything that the doctors can do," Hisana shrugged. "They popped it back in place, and I'm good to try walking next week."
Kou was on her right, careful to give her wide berth. "I can't stand not being able to move around. I have to pee way too much."
"That's because you drink too much!" Akihito wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
They all laughed, and she sank into his chest. "It's frustrating," she admitted. "But Mom takes good care of me."
"Mom?" Kou's mouth dropped as Hisana felt Akihito stiffen. Oops. She may have just put her foot in her mouth.
"What did I say?" she asked.
"Nothing. Do you want something to eat?" Akihito asked quickly, very aware that his face was cherry red. Anything to get out of the room. Kou was valiantly trying to stifle his laughter. Takato shook his head, his shoulders shaking.
Hisana's face brightened. "Will you grill me a cheese?"
"Sure," he grinned. It was a western food, but the photographer enjoyed them. "Do you guys want one?" he asked as he pushed her off of him.
"What is it?" Takato wrinkled his nose. "It sounds gross."
"It isn't," Akihito shook his head. "You melt cheese between buttered bread."
"They're delicious," Hisana batted her golden eyes at Kou's disgusted face. Akihito felt sick to his stomach. She was flirting with Kou. Eww. "You should try one. For me."
"I'll make several," Akihito put a stop to it. "They're easy to make."
"Kou, you need to learn!" Takato teased. "So you won't nearly kill yourself again with food poisoning!"
Hisana laughed loudly while the brunette protested that it only happened once. The photographer bustled around the kitchen, immensely pleased that his friends were getting along with Hisana so well. It was like they were adding another guy to the group. And as Kou pointed out loudly, she could get them into clubs that Akihito was too embarrassed to go to. Who knew, he glanced into the living room, maybe the omiai would end up happening after all.
There was a low buzzing sound. He looked around for a moment. He knew that he had not turned on the stove yet. What could––oh. Hisana's phone, surprisingly untouched for a teenage girl's phone, was ringing. The black iPhone vibrated, Mahdi's smiling face lighting up the screen.
His fingers shook as he reached for the phone. He didn't have to answer it; he should not have answered it. Mahdi had no business calling. Just let it go to voicemail. He would never know. Then he heard his voice shake, and Akihito realized that he had answered the phone. "Hello?"
"Akihito?" Mahdi's deep voice rumbled in harsh Japanese. "Where's Hisana? Is she all right?"
"Uh, yeah," he shook his head. Akihito had to keep his voice low, because the living room was so close. If Hisana was anything like Ryu, then she had exceptional hearing. "She's fine."
There was a deep sigh and a muttered prayer in Arabic. "Is she nearby?" he sounded elated. "May I speak to her?"
Akihito froze. He had no idea what to say as he banged the pans around loudly. "Mom?" Hisana called. "Are you okay?"
He put the phone to his chest in an attempt to muffle his voice. "I'm fine!"
"Was that her?" Mahdi asked excitedly. "Where is she?" When the photographer did not answer, he sighed. "You aren't going to let me talk to her, are you?"
"No."
"I…" the Arab choked out. "Does she––" Akihito's heart broke, and from the sound of it, so did Mahdi's. "Will you pass along a message for me?" He knew that the blonde was not going to answer him, so he hurried on. "Just tell her that I am sorry, and that I love her. Please, Akihito-san."
Akihito's mouth was dry as his voice raspy when he answered, "I will."
"Thank you," Mahdi breathily said. "Thank you."
Akihito disconnected the call before the Arab could say anything else. Akihito liked Mahdi, truly. Yet even the photographer knew that it was bad to keep up the contact. He knew what Ryu would do to stop it. Glancing up when he heard the raucous laughter from the living room, his gut made the choice for me. Akihito quickly erased the phone call and then Mahdi's number.
That would be the end of it.
He never told Hisana about the call, or Ryu. They did not need to ruminate on it, and create some international incident. No, he would pretend like it had never happened, and that Mahdi Al Madani had left their lives back in the hospital.
***Sunshine***
Asami Ryuichi knew that he lover was planning a surprise birthday party for him. Akihito's emotions were transparent whenever birthday talk came up. He would stumble over his words, and flush when he declared that there was no reason to make a big deal out of it. The boy had outdone himself last year, so it was natural that he try for something grander.
What was troublesome was the fact that Hisana seemed to be in on it as well. It was not that she knew about the surprise, it was the smug smirk that she gave him every time she looked at him. It was full of insidious promise, and did not bode well for him. She did not even try to hide the fact that something was afoot, preferring to make him stew in tortuous dread. Asami had a feeling that she was going to enjoy his birthday more than he was.
It turned out not to be a surprise birthday party. Thankfully.
Gold eyes snapped open to the most delicious sight. A very naked Akihito pressed a coaxing kiss to his lips, his pink tongue gently probing Asami's mouth. The fixer immediately wound his fingers through his photographer's blond hair. The other hand spanned the boy's back, pulling him to Asami's chest.
"Good morning, birthday boy," Akihito smiled sleepily.
"A very good morning, indeed," Asami kissed him again.
"We ordered breakfast in," Akihito tried to push off his lover. Hands intertwined with Asami's, he pulled the man up.
The stubborn birthday boy pulled him in for another deep kiss. "Birthday sex first," he demanded.
"Ryu!" Akihito laughed in protest even as he slid his legs around the fixer's waist. "It's hot," he pressed kisses along Ryu's strong jaw. "It'll get cold."
Asami groaned lowly. Wrapping his arms around Akihito's slim shoulders, he flipped them both until the photographer was pinned beneath him. It had been too long. He had forgotten how invasive a child was. Hisana was everywhere at once it seemed, and Akihito was attached to her hip. Though Asami was pleased that the two had taken to each other so well, he missed being able to fuck Akihito in any room he felt like.
At least he could fuck him here, Asami thought as he ran his hands over the boy. Akihito squirmed, his body painted in a rosy flush. He panted when Asami bit one of his nipples and flicked the other until it peddled hard under his fingers.
"Ugh," the boy moaned. He tossed his head side to side. Akihito kept Asami's head firmly pressed to his chest, which made the fixer smirk. His free hand ghosted down Akihito's flexing stomach to the leaking erection that pressed into them.
"Mom!"
Akihito squirmed out of Asami's hold quickly. A mortified blush colored his face as he scrambled for his clothes. "Oh shit! Shit!" he tried to pull his pants on, but ended up shoving both feet into the same leg hole. "Shit!"
"Mom! What's taking so long?" Hisana called again. "I can't find the matches!"
"I was supposed to wake you up," Akihito explained when he saw Asami's dumbfounded expression. "But I kinda got carried away…"
But…but it was his birthday. It was his day to get what he wanted, when he wanted it. And right now, Asami wanted Akihito naked, ass high up in the air.
"Meet us in the kitchen after your shower," his little lover pressed one last kiss to his cheek. "We'll be waiting for you!"
Asami watched as Akihito slipped out of their room. When had he put on a shirt? The door clicked quietly shut, and he was reminded of that phone call six weeks ago. It had started this debacle, bringing her home in the process. To where she was underfoot, and he wasn't getting his daily dose of Akihito's ass.
He needed to get her out of his house. Pronto. Asami remembered why sending her to Oxford had been so appealing in the first place. He would have Kirishima look into it.
***Sunshine***
"It's his birthday!" Akihito hissed the moment he saw her. "Can't you lay off this manipulative persuasion for one day?"
"Never!" she chuckled malevolently. She poured two cups of coffee, and one breakfast tea. "He's cracking. I can see it in his eyes."
"So am I!" Akihito fisted his hair. "If I don't get laid soon–––"
"Finish that sentence," she wheeled around, eyes blazing. "I dare you."
"It's just sex," he snapped. He was really horny, and it was making him waspish.
"No sex," she emphatically repeated. "Miracle stork baby," Hisana pointed at herself, and then pointed at Akihito. "Unfortunately celibate for all eternity."
"Can't you be mature for just five minutes?" Akihito snapped. "You're driving me crazy!"
Hisana shrugged and dropped two sugars into Akihito's coffee. "I'm nineteen. Immaturity is my middle name." Besides, she could imagine her dad stewing, plotting. He was near his breaking point. Soon, she would be on her way to her education and freedom. Step two would be to free Mahdi from Abbas's evil clutch.
They bickered the rest of the morning, until the birthday man finally made an appearance.
***Sunshine***
Candles. He should have realized that Hisana would need to find the missing matches to light his candles. Akihito always made him a cake in an attempt to persuade the fixer to like sweets. It was a useless effort, really. His mother and grandmother disliked anything saccharine as well, be it food or emotional. They had tried to pass that lifestyle on to Hisana. It was a futile effort as well.
Hisana was sitting at the table, laughing at Akihito, who had chopsticks stuck under his upper lip like a walrus. He sighed. This was his family.
"Daddy!" his daughter smiled brightly when she saw him. "Happy birthday!"
"Thank you, baby girl," Asami accepted her hug, lifting her off her chair.
"Seat of honor, Ryu," Akihito ushered him to the head of the table. "Your coffee is ready for you."
The birthday cake was sitting in the middle of the table, tall and proud. Akihito looked extremely pleased with himself as he puttered around the kitchen. His hips swayed flirtatiously as he sat the napkins and plates on the table.
He then sat down with a proud smile. "Just a second, Ryu," he struck a match, and leaned across the table to light the single candle on the cake. "Now remember," he said seriously, waving out the flame. "You have to make a wish."
Asami raised an eyebrow at the photographer's serious declaration. Both Hisana and Akihito watched him expectantly, but he did not move. The seconds ticked by. He had nothing to wish for. All he wanted, all he loved, sat beside each other, smiling. Asami had more money that God, controlled his empire with an iron fist, and had miraculously been able to keep those two alive. Better yet, they cared for each other. His greatest fears had never been realized. Yes, Asami Ryuichi wanted for nothing.
"Hurry up, Daddy!" Hisana chimed. "The wax is starting to drip onto your cake! And Mom worked hard on it."
He could only think of one thing. Shoulders squared, Asami blew. The flame flickered and vanished, leaving a twisting spine of smoke to rise. Hisana clapped politely, and Akihito looked pleased that Asami had taken the wish seriously. Of course, Asami only had to placate his family, but Akihito needn't know that.
"Drat," his lover tried to swear around Hisana. Asami thought it was adorable. "I forgot to get the knife to cut the cake."
"I'll get it," Hisana piped up before Asami could say anything.
He barely registered it before she pushed away from the sleek table, and stood. He did not bother to hide the widening of his eyes, his pupils dilating, and his lips parting as she walked on steady legs to the counter. "Happy birthday, Daddy," she kissed his cheek as she sat the knife down beside him.
"When?" his voice was hoarse.
"We've been working on it all week," she admitted, slyly winking at Akihito. "We couldn't think of anything else to get you. I thought someone was going to get too antsy and spill the beans early, though."
Akihito held up his hands, "I'm not good at keeping secrets, and I told you that." He snagged the knife to cut Asami the first piece.
"I wouldn't have told you if I didn't have to," the girl took her seat as her self-appointed mother cut the cake.
A piece sat in front of each of them. "The birthday boy gets the first bite," the photographer prodded. "Eat up."
Asami stilled, which made Hisana giggle. She was truly evil, not warning him about the sugary breakfast. But he was the great Asami Ryuichi, fearless in the face of danger and dessert. Akihito had made this especially for him, so he was going to eat it. Or one piece of it, at least.
The nutty flavor surprised him. "Is this an almond cake?"
Akihito emphatically nodded. "Yeah. Hisana said that you used to eat them for your birthday."
"Every holiday," Asami took a sip of his coffee. The two flavors mixed well, surprisingly. "It was my grandfather's favorite."
"I didn't know that," Hisana said between mouthfuls.
"I know it was supposed to have peanut butter icing," the blond boy journalist rambled. "But Ueda couldn't find any. Apparently it's an American thing, and you have to go to a specialty store. So I put a honey glaze on it, instead."
"I dunno, Mom, this is pretty good," Hisana was munching happily.
"It's perfect," Asami met his boy's eyes. Taking Akihito's hand in his, he squeezed. "Thank you."
The blush that bloomed across the blond's cheeks was as glorious as the sunrise after a storm.
"Where do you think you are going?" Asami asked. He stood by Akihito, hand washing the dishes from breakfast. His lithe lover hummed, looking entirely too pleased with himself.
"I'm taking the dogs out for a walk," Hisana answered. She was dressed in a casual skirt and flat shoes. Just the way he liked her: fully covered and in shoes that would not strain her hip.
"Are you sure that is a good idea?" He thought it wasn't.
"I'm meeting up with Kou for lunch––" Asami growled softly, "––and I'm not hanging around here while you two do the nasty," she wagged her finger between the two of them. "So yeah. It's a great idea."
It took him a moment to decipher her teen speak. His grip on the dishrag tightened. "Make sure that you take your phone, and several of my men."
"Several?" she argued. "How about two?"
Akihito started rubbing his hip against Asami's leg. "Two seems fair," Asami said just a little too quickly.
"Great," Hisana grinned. "Text when it's safe for me to come home."
The door had not even shut before Asami tossed the photographer over his shoulder. "Hey!" Akihito laughed and teasingly flailed.
Asami slapped the boy's wiggling ass. "Don't tease me now," he warned as he pulled Akihito's pants down. "I'm already going to fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk for a week. Don't make it worse for yourself."
"Ooohhhh…yessss…" Akihito moaned loudly when two dry fingers were shoved inside him. "Just like that, Ryu." Hard and fast and rough. Oh God, he needed it so bad. He was going crazy. He needed Asami to reach a place deep inside, to be split in two and stitched back together with the man's cum.
Asami smirked and tossed his naked boy onto their bed. "As you wish, kitten."
Akihito was even willing to let the kitten comment slide as he invitingly spread his legs.
***Sunshine***
Hisana enjoyed walking around Shinjuku, completely free. The summer breeze blew in her unbound hair, raking through it like a lover's fingers. It was heavenly. Ueda and Nakano were two steps behind her, quiet unless spoken to. Right now, she wasn't in the mood to speak. She wanted to get lost in her music: Taylor Swift, Elton John, Miyavi, Vivaldi, and just zone out.
"Musume-sama," Ueda gently touched her shoulder.
Hisana yelped and flushed prettily when heads turned. "Sorry," she yanked out her earbuds. "You startled me."
"Forgive me," Ueda bowed. "Your phone has been ringing for several minutes."
"Oh," she looked at the iPhone. "I didn't hear it."
Swiping right, she walked several feet forward. It was a number that she knew very well, by heart actually, but it had somehow been erased from her phone. Not that it mattered. She could yell at Akihito later, if the opportunity ever presented itself. Her heart beat rapidly as she answered, "Hello?"
"Hello, Beautiful," Mahdi's warm voice answered.
"Sweetheart," she whispered. "How are you? How have you been? Baby, I've been so worried about you." Hisana glanced over her shoulder. The suits were following discreetly behind her, allowing her some privacy. She tried to school her face, but the way she bit her lip and smiled told all. It was Mahdi Al Madani at last.
"I'm fine. I'm healing up nicely, though my mother is smothering me. It's you I want to know about."
"I'm good. Walking again, and I've been grounded to Japan," Hisana clutched the phone tightly. He sounded so close. When she closed her eyes, she could pretend that he was standing in front of her. "I miss you."
"Beautiful, I miss you too." Mahdi's breath was heavy. "Just hearing your voice…"
"Me too, Baby," she whispered back. For a moment, she forgot that there was an audience. Ueda and Nakano could probably speak English, and undoubtedly would report everything to her father. People rushing past her were curious about her hedonistic smile, her jubilant eyes.
"They tell me that you were in the room when Nabek and the rest came for me," he said slowly. It was not something that he wanted to talk about when time was so precious, but the dirty laundry had to be aired.
"Yes," gold eyes squeezed shut. They walked through the park, pausing to let Asimov and Ruger sniff around. Her puppies enjoyed the new scents more than anything else. The suits discouraged passersby from trying to pet the beautiful dogs.
"I'm so sorry, Beautiful. If I could have stopped––"
"You couldn't have done anything," Hisana cut him off.
"But I would have tried," he said fiercely.
Her chuckle was watery. "I know you would have. I tried to stop them."
So he had been told. Mahdi could picture it perfectly: her defiant Asian beauty, eyes blazing as she shouted at his men. She was small but she was fierce, to quote Shakespeare. "Your dad offered to buy me from Abbas," Mahdi sounded impressed.
"Really?" she sniffed loudly. "That doesn't surprise me."
"Stay in Japan, Hisana. I'm going to come for you. Soon."
"Baby, what––"
"Just listen to me. Abbas won't let me leave Abu Dhabi for now. Like I said, my mother has been suffocating me, the entire family in truth. They're afraid we're going to elope to Europe. Just wait six months for me––long enough for them to get complacent, and I'll come get you."
She licked her lips. He was asking her to do the impossible. Fool her father, pretend nothing was wrong, wait. She hated waiting. But she had no choice. "Okay, Baby. I'll be here."
***Sunshine***
Akihito slowly stirred. His brain was a slushy mess, scrambled by a vigorous fucking. Oh fuck…he tried to roll over, but he couldn't. Everything hurt. So much. He could not even shift his legs without causing his back to spasm.
A hot, heavy, log of an arm fell across his hip. "Sleeping Beauty awakes," Ryu's hot lips pressed open mouth kisses on the pearly column of his neck.
"Ugh," he groaned. Akihito wasn't sure if he could even open his eyes, he was so tired. Ryu had gotten his birthday wish: his titillating lover's ass high up in the air. For hours on end. Poor Suoh actually had to take Hisana shopping because Ryu had been that insatiable. Akihito was not sure what had suffered more: his ass or Suoh's masculinity.
Asami chuckled. It had actually been a good birthday, and that was a rarity. "Wake up, my beautiful boy," he leisurely nipped at Akihito's collarbone. "Your master beckons."
Akihito could barely muster up enough energy to slap Ryu's hand away from his swelling erection. "Don't touch me, you bastard," he groaned lowly. He was going to need morphine if he ever wanted to walk again.
"I can't help it," Asami tugged at his balls. "It's been too long. I look at you, and I lose all ability to control myself."
That was sweet and romantic, but the photographer really did not care. Maybe a massage could work out some of the soreness, enough to let him sit up. Akihito buried his head in his plush pillow, and clamped his eyes shut. No more fucking. No more talking. No more movement. Sleep and drugs, that was what he needed.
"Besides," that flat, febrile tongue lazily stroked Akihito's ear. "It's my birthday. I should get to have all the sex I want, when I want it."
A good lover would acquiesce. But the photographer was confident that no normal person could rut as much as his Ryu. Besides, it was not the will that was missing. Though Akihito had been roughly mounted for hours, his poor penis milked until he came dry, lust still pooled in his gut. His legs shifted unconsciously, preparing for the onslaught. That caused his lower back to spasm. Akihito let out a choked gasped, curling defensively as he tried to stretch out his abused muscles.
"Akihito?" Ryu was propped up on his arms. The fixer's handsome face loomed over him, contorted with concern. "Are you okay? What's happening?"
"Sore," he hissed through clenched teeth. His back pulsed, muscles constricting around his blood vessels, refusing to release. "Muscle spasm."
Ryu's wide hands gently probed his back. Akihito bucked into the volcanic heat. It felt so good that he sighed. Ryu softly pulled at the skin, stretching the muscles to ease the strain. Akihito pushed into his lover's touch, appreciate the stretch. Ryu's thick thumbs rubbed small circles in the arc of his back, pressing the knots out without digging. Akihito breaths came out in snorts, and he gasped his lover's name when a particularly large knot loosened. "Ryu!"
"Just relax, kitten," Asami's brows furrowed in concentration. He pushed his boy into the bed, careful not to further hurt him. With a methodical tenderness he had not known he was capable of, Asami slowly massaged along the photographer's spine. Previous massages were hard and intense, preceding the mind blowing sex. This one was meant to heal, so he took his time, and became reacquainted with every facet of Akihito's back.
"Oh Ryu," Akihito groaned softly. "Feels so good." Asami smirked. Only the best for his family. Akihito's hips suddenly raised, pushing back into the fixer. His erection speared towards the bed, his body burning and his hips wide open. His rosy bud was swollen, almost raw but Asami could feel the heat from the boy's core. "M'back's better," he rubbed Asami's massive dick between his ass cheeks. "'M ready, now."
Without further ado, Asami shoved his instantly hard cock deep into his Akihito. The twenty-four year old threw his head back, eyes shut as he shouted in ecstasy. His knees stayed far apart as Asami thrust deep inside of him over and over and over again. Ryu's chest pressed against his arched back, saline sweat slicking the two of them and binding them together. White teeth bit and pulled on the photographer's ear, as the twenty-four year old stroked his own erection.
"Love you–––ahh! Ryu!" Akihito called faintly. His muscles tensed again, his body stilled. The crime lord knew that he was on the precipice of his orgasm, trying to fight it off as long as possible. To make the fuck and his birthday wish last. Asami's heart swelled full for the amazing creature beneath him who declared his ardor so candidly. "I love you, Ryu!"
"Come for me, Akihito," Asami commanded, his voice rough with emotion. He replaced Akihito's hand with his own, grasping the quivering cock tighter and stroking it quicker. " Come because I want you to, because I need you to. Come for me because I love you."
The poor boy was still dry, but his world exploded as another la petite mort shot through his body. His entire being trembled as he choked sobs mixed with his cries of pleasure. Shaking arms gave out as his arms collapsed. The last thing Akihito felt before oblivion took him was Ryu's hot spunk shooting deep inside of him, filling him with his lover's essence.
Asami wanted to collapse on Akihito, to pull the blond to him until their bodies melted away and their souls touched. But it would not do to crush to already strained youth. He forced himself away from Akihito, his softening cock sobbing as it was unsheathed. The boy was dead to the world, most likely for the rest of the day. Wetting a washrag, Asami cleaned up his spent lover and tucked the boy into the sheets. No more birthday sex for him, but it had most assuredly been worth the wait.
After he showered, he sat in the living room to wait for Hisana to return. Though he trusted Suoh with his own life, Hisana and Akihito's lives were much more valuable to him. He could not sleep until he knew that she was safely home.
The door clicked open and he heard the dogs before he saw his daughter. Ruger yipped loudly as she ran in circles, looking for her water bowl. Asimov was a stealthy shade, slipping quietly around the penthouse until he found Asami. The pit bull tucked himself neatly at his master's feet, rejuvenated by his walk.
"Hello, Daddy," Hisana smiled at him from the doorway.
His princess held several shopping bags, and still walked confidently. The contentment in his heart expounded. All was right in the world. His family was home, safe and happy. His daughter smiled while his lover slept. They had survived another storm, and had come out stronger on the other side. Life was good for Asami Ryuichi.
***Sunshine***
A/N:
So what did you all think?
I am very pleased that we have made it this far. It has been a pleasure to write it, and to receive all of your wonderful, warm responses! I appreciate you more than you will ever know! You all are amazing, each and every one of you! Thank you for your support!
I have received several requests, several from one individual (Fanfic3112 I'm looking at you) to continue this story. I might one day, I even have an idea about what would happen. I have other projects that I would like to see through first. I do have one question: if there were to be a continuation, would you like it added on to this story like a second arc, or just have it be a separate story?
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