"He's gone Asami sama, he raced out and got picked up in an Audi, we ran the plates and the car belongs to Koga." Kirishima reported after returning back to the room with Suoh.
Sudou stood next to Asami, no expression on his face but his heart was racing. Stalling Asami had been terrifying, but it seemed to have worked. Sudou still couldn't really believe that Akihito was the Midnight Kid, but there was no other explanation and his tunes and famous pose had been unmistakable. It was an unspoken rule in the industry to protect a performer's privacy if they so chose, and Sudou wasn't about to go against that rule.
"Sudou, get Koga on the phone now." Asami said before Kirishima lit the cigarette in his mouth for him.
Whether you were the infamous Midnight Kid or not, no one ran from Asami Ryuichi.
"Ah that was fun, thanks for picking me up, Koga." Akihito threw himself back into the seat as he relaxed and realized he was going to get away this time.
He looked over at his long time friend again, his thick black hair styled messy like Akihito's, his defined jawline and pale skin were boyishly attractive, they had always been told they looked similar, they were also of comparable size and stature, so Akihito knew he would fit whatever clothes Koga brought him.
He looked at the pair of brown eyes peeping out from under the sweeping black bangs and smiled. It had been a long time since they had been up to mischief together.
"Na, no problem man, you did me a favor. So, how do you know Sudou Shuu of all people? I thought you didn't hang in those crowds."
"Th-that, you wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Haha, whatever then. Anyway, I haven't seen you in months, what have- Oh, it's Sudou calling. Hang on." Koga answered his phone, which had rung half way through him talking.
"Yeah, hi….. Oh Asami hello! He didn't want to meet anyone, so I picked him up. What? You wanna talk to him? Hang on a sec."
He shoved the phone towards Akihito, who had backed up against the car door with his hand over his mouth. Eyes wide, he was shaking his head.
"Sorry, he is indisposed at the moment! Goodbye!" Koga snapped the phone shut.
"Oi, what's the deal with that reaction, I just hung up on Asami fucking Ryuichi for you. We're even now." He was looking over at Akihito now with a curious expression on his face, Akihito had never been that adverse to talking to someone before.
"Ah, thank god for that, that bastard would have recognized my voice for sure!" Akihito let out a massive sigh and his shoulders slumped as he sat back in the seat properly.
"Wait what, how would he know your voice, you know Sudou and Asami….." Koga paused as he joined the dots.
"Akihito. Don't tell me that you're that Takaba Akihito! The one everyone says lives with Asami as his house pet?" Koga asked incredulously.
The blonde just sunk further into his seat and blushed, a small pout appearing on his lips.
"Oh my god, Aki you are! What, your scoops were getting thin because they were all related to him, so you worked tonight as Midnight Kid for some money?"
The pout appeared full force as Koga hit the nail on the head.
"I neeeeded money Koga! I was getting poor and I am not gonna live on that perverted old man's hand outs!" Akihito whined his explanation to a now impassive Koga who had pulled the car over the curb and stopped.
"K-Koga?"
Koga broke the silence of the car by bursting into laughter, he curled over the steering wheel as he fought to catch his breath and laugh at the same time. His body was heaving and the corners of his eyes were wet with amused tears. His laughter renewed again as Akihito punched him on the shoulder.
"Ha… oh man. Haha, Oh. I haven't laughed that hard in so long. Ha… Haha. This is just too fucking funny. Do Kou and Takato know about this?" he was finally regaining some breath and returning to normal.
"Um, more or less I guess. Kinda hard to keep it from them when he bloody gets his men to fetch me on a whim or he pops up and drags me from a bar we're drinking at. He turns up in his fancy fucking limo and his stupid suits and makes a big scene with his good looks and smug attitude. Argh! " Akihito harrumphed and crossed his arms across his chest stubbornly.
"Anyway, take me home quick, I know a good place you can drop me off where you won't be spotted. He is gonna be so pissed, I gave his men the slip, and so did Midnight Kid. It will be my ass that pays triple the price if I don't come home tonight."
"Oh please Akihito, spare us the details would ya?"
Akihito got changed in the car into the clothes Koga brought, just in case Asami did arrive home before him, there was no explanation if he was wearing the same clothes as Midnight Kid wore and arrived home with his lap top and headphones. He thanked Koga and they promised to catch up properly in a couple of weeks time as Koga dropped him off down one of the alleys that Akihito always lost Asami's goons down. Akihito quickly raced home, heart thumping wildly in his chest from the thrill of actually having gotten away from Asami successfully.
Asami looked down at the phone that was beeping with the dial tone, Koga had actually hung up on him. Hung up on Asami Ryuichi.
He would have to arrange a meeting face to face with Koga, to get him to spill the beans about Midnight Kid, he was the person that seemed to know most about him, and phone conversation wasn't going to cut it.
Midnight Kid had given him the slip successfully, not many people were capable of such a thing. Suddenly he remembered someone else who had gone AWOL tonight, but unlike Midnight Kid, he always came crawling back to Asami in the end, the crime lord wondered if Akihito would be home when he got there, he hoped he would be. He needed to vent his frustration.
Takaba had been in bed for 10 minutes when he heard the familiar sounds of Asami's arriving home routine. The recognizable click of the door shutting and his briefcase hitting the dining table. The open and shut of the bar and clink of ice as he poured himself a drink.
Akihito let out a breath he had been holding, tension leaving his body as he realized he had actually pulled it off.
Asami would be bothering him by now if he had made any sort of connection between him and Midnight Kid. Akihito grinned into his pillow, allowing himself his first victory over Asami in a long time.
He tried to soothe his features and even his breathing as he heard Asami enter their dark bedroom.
"Akihito, you can't fool me. I have reports that you only got home only 20 minutes ago."
Dammit all! Akihito tried to slow his furiously beating heart as he slowly turned to face Asami, who had turned his bedside lamp on.
Asami's lip curled in victory as their eyes met.
"So what had you so flustered that you would slip your leash tonight, Akihito?" the yakuza drawled as he undressed for bed. God, watching Asami undress himself was hypnotizing. Shaking his head to clear his traitorous thoughts and remembering the leash comment,
"Leash my ass, bastard. Your goons are losing their touch."
"Oh? Well perhaps I could arrange for something a little more literal then, something more… permanent." Asami purred the word 'permanent' into Akihito's ear as he lay down on the bed to crane his neck over Akihito's head.
The rich tone tinted with lust flooded into Akihito's body, Akihito's spine tingled and goose bumps betrayed him by appearing on his skin. Asami's hot breath against his ear always had that affect on him, and the pervert knew it all too well.
"Ugh Asami it's late, go to sleep." Akihito attempted to turn his back, but his waist was caught and held firm, his back flat against the bed.
"You're hard down here already, just from my voice?" Asami sent a searing gaze into Akihito's being as he cupped the hard bulge over Akihito's boxer shorts.
A sultry smirk appeared on Asami's face again as he breathed hot silk against Akihito's neck, "You really are a well trained pet."
Akihito tried to argue, but his thoughts were lost as Asami palmed his aching bulge and ran his nose up Akihito's neck simultaneously, humming in amusement as he got the reaction he wanted.
"…A-Asami you jerk. Let me sleep." The protest was weak, but he wasn't going to give in so easy.
Asami added more pressure with his palm, rubbing vigorously and Akihito started to move his hips to meet the warmth embracing his dick, his boxer shorts adding a blissful friction between the massive hand and the sensitive skin of his erection.
"Akihito." Asami pushed his hand down hard, trapping his back against the bed, stopping his movement and holding a mewling Akihito in place.
"Asamiii."
The yakuza ran his sinful tongue down the tender skin of Akihito's neck, adding fuel to the already raging fire that was Akihito.
He nibbled his trachea playfully, with a hinted promise of darker intentions.
"What silly stake out were you on tonight that you had to give me the slip, Akihito? Tell me honestly and I might be gentle with your punishment, you didn't even call me at 9 and your phone was off. You must really want to be punished by me, fufu."
A flicker of confusion played over Akihito's face, and it was lucky that Asami's mouth was still as his neck so that he couldn't see the reaction. The cheeky blonde bit his lip to stop a smile as he decided to play the game even more.
"Oh, I got a tip off that Midnight Kid was playing tonight, so I dropped what I was doing to try and get some photos, like I said, your men are just losing their touch." He voiced it as innocently as he could, feeling for a reaction, which he got. Oh playing with Asami was so much fun.
"Oh? And did you get anything?" Asami bent up to meet Akihito's eyes, curious about the subject, his gaze searching Akihito's face.
"Mmmmm nup, that guy is a legend at giving people the slip! Even my dad couldn't get photos of him back in the day apparently. So I wanted to give it a go too." Akihito was struggling to control his face, but Devine beings must have intervened because he managed to keep the innocent mask on. Talking himself up in front of Asami was exhilarating, a rush just like he got on a good stake out.
"Is that so? Well I suppose it's not as dangerous as your usual foolishness, and he is somewhat of an interesting target isn't he, I wouldn't mind catching him myself." Asami talked as if voicing his thoughts out loud.
Akihito bit his bottom lip in need as much as to suppress laughter when the crime lord continued his playful ministrations, "I'll make your punishment less severe tonight Akihito, you should appreciate it."
Soft caressing lips brushed their way down, all the way down until they reached the top of Akihito's now wet boxer shorts. Asami nibbled his throbbing mound over the fabric, surrounding it entirely with his mouth before scraping his teeth up and down, drawing out more wetness with his enthusiasm to make his young lover squirm.
Akihito's need became overwhelming and he found himself gripping that silky black hair.
Asami glanced up to make eye contact with the body beneath him, a smirk in his eyes mixed with his intentions to monopolize. That all consuming gaze that set Akihito's soul on fire.
"Asami…. Stop being a… jerk."
Asami lifed his head slightly, not breaking his electric gaze, that dirty smirk spreading wider across his wondrous lips, "Ask like a good boy Akihito." He purred low and suggestively, the heat in his words went right into Akihito's loin and sent the ball of heat in Akihito's stomach blazing out of control.
"….please" Akihito was a mess by now, all Asami ever needed to do was stare at him like that and it would send electric pulses through his body that rendered him immobile.
"Good boy." And with that he ripped the barrier that was his boxer's down and enclosed his mouth lavishly around the erection that had been freed.
Asami took all of him in his gloriously hot mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around the head while he kneaded his balls gently, adding to the already devastating pleasure as Akihito exploded down Asami's throat with a shout.
Being punished by Asami was never that bad, he admitted as he lost himself in his climax.
Akihito scrunched his eyes shut as the waves rolled over him, the orgasm particularly mind blowing as it was added to his secret victory earlier that night.
It had been nearly a week since Saturday night, and it seemed like the weekends events had blown over without much more fuss.
Akihito had gone on one more stakeout to once again find they were clients of Asami's, another it was a dead end and Suoh had already turned up out of no where and taken the films.
Meaning to follow through with his tirade well and truly this time, Akihito sauntered up the steps of Sion, he was going to give that man an ear full now.
Akihito had a creeping feeling of déjà vu, that's right, it was a week since he had planned to storm Asami's office last time until he met Sudou.
Having successfully made it past the bottom floor, he locked his eyes on the door to Asami's office, suppressing a shiver. Every other time he had stormed that office he always ended up forgetting what he needed to say suddenly, much to that bastard's amusement.
He was nearly at the door when it opened to emit Sudou and, his heart dropped, Koga, with Asami close behind.
He didn't know if he should run or not, the jig was definitely up. Fuck. Oh well, that one night had been worth it.
Before he could speak, Sudou jumped in, there was a playful wink in his eye, "And what do you want here?" typical words from Sudou, but coupled with the wink, it meant his secret was still running. His heart was trying to break out of his ribcage by now, but he managed to play along.
"None of your business!" he accomplished a pout. His heart definitely didn't like the confines of the ribcage anymore.
Akihito was bursting at the seams, in the space of a few seconds, he decided he might just play a few more times to see how far he could push his luck, to keep this feeling going.
Having a secret to keep from Asami was just too tempting to not play with.