Here is your update for Midnight Kid, sorry it's pretty much a teaser, but it's better then nothing and I do have the rest to follow!
This chapter is dedicated to Setsuna24, who without her, this chapter wouldn't exist, she wrote the WHOLE smexy part for me, so all credit for this chapter goes entirely to her!
Akihito managed to convince the boys to leave first thing in the morning after the gig, he wasn't sticking around Osaka in case Mikhail suddenly clicked who he was. He needed to get out of the city, and fast.
He was acting like a chicken running around with his head cut off, but he didn't care, he had the boys packed up at the crack of dawn after only a few hours sleep.
He brought them all copious amounts of greasy breakfast food and coffee to compensate. Hell, even he was tired, but the chance of running into that Russian bastard again outweighed all tiredness and exhaustion, it even outweighed the fact that he would be coming back to Asami sooner. That was saying a lot, a truckload of a lot, a shit ton of a lot.
It said a lot, because he had finally decided to spill the beans to Asami about his little secret. Meeting Mikhail had been much to close of a call for him to want to take any more risks.
He could enjoy DJ'ing whether Asami knew or not, convincing the possessive jerk to let him carry on was one thing, telling him though…. Akihito wasn't sure how that was going to go down.
Koga's mockery the entire train ride home didn't help the situation one bit.
"Why don't you just spill the beans right when you make him cum his brains out or something?" Koga voiced his disturbing thoughts out loud.
"Yeah, just blurt it out real quick after you have given him an epic blow job, no one can be angry after getting their dick sucked, it's impossible!" Koga's eyes lit up with another thought.
" Something like, 'oh by the way I'm Midnight Kid, now drop make love to me!' I am sure he wouldn't mind that." He was in a world of his own. For someone who wasn't gay, he was sure having fun thinking of all the options on how Akihito could break the news.
"Koga, fuck uuuuup! You never knew when to quit it, and you're still the same." Kou whined, not wanting any more disturbing visions of Akihito in his head.
"I agree man, you took it a little too far." Takato voiced his agreement.
Akihito had just turned beet red by this point, his arms folded like a sulking child, that trademark pout plastered on his face.
"Haha oh, lighten up Aki, it's the hours before your impending doom, you might as well enjoy it, and we never know when we'll get to see you again!"
"Haha, so funny punk. Go perform all on your lonesome from now on." Akihito finally managed a retort.
"Hey, you really think he will stop you from DJ'ing? You're Midnight fucking Kid for goodness sake. It's like having a national treasure and not putting it on display." Koga was serious now, he was rarely serious, but he had been with Midnight Kid since the start, he knew how big a deal it was for Akihito to perform again.
"I…. I don't know man. You have seen what he's like."
"Well, if you think you're gonna die at any second, just gimme a call, I'll pick you up. Kay?" Koga made it sound so simple, but things with Asami were never that simple. It would take very careful treading on Akihito's part to make sure he came out of it with his ass intact.
All too soon, they arrived at the station in Shinjuku where Kou and Takato would go their separate ways, and Koga would drop Akihito off in his car he had parked in the long term parking at the station. Well, that was the plan. No one accounted for the limo that would pull up beside them in the parking lot as they were making their way towards Koga's BMW.
"Takaba, get in the car." Kirishima announced from the driver window as Suoh got out to get his bags.
Akihito stood frozen on the spot, he wasn't ready to tell Asami yet! He needed more time. He knew the longer he delayed it while he was with Asami though, the harder it would get. He needed a plan to say it outright the moment he saw the old bastard.
His stuff was thrown in the boot of the limo, all the while Koga just gave him a teasing pat on the shoulder and wished him luck.
"Remember, blow jobs equal happiness and rainbows!" he whispered, before finally leaving for his car.
The panicked blonde found himself stuffed into the back of the waiting limo with an amused Asami, who seemed quite satisfied with his lovers surprise at being picked up from the train station.
'It's now or never, I have to tell the smug prick.' Akihito thought.
"Asami, I- woah whaat mmph." Before Akihito could get any further, he was yanked across the leather seat and into Asami's lap. The yakuza had one hand over Akihito's mouth, while the other locked that small waist in his iron grip. The crime lord's sinful lips hovered dangerously over Akihito's throat.
"Akihito, it's been two days since I've had my sweet juice, so you better behave, or I'll only make it harder on you."
Akihito wasn't about to give in while he still had his courage however, and wiggled and bucked as hard as he could, to no avail.
Akihito tried to get Asami to listen to him but with the hand over his mouth all that came out was unintelligible mumbling. Still he tried to get the yakuza's attention, but his lover had other ideas in mind. Asami let go of Akihito's waist briefly and faster than the blonde could react, Asami had already taken his tie off and used it to gag his uncooperative lover.
Akihito could feel the heat of Asami's chest against his back and the hand that was once again on his waist moved just enough to undo his belt and the button of his pants. He tired to fight as hard as he could, but all he succeeded on doing was making Asami make the decision to pull the belt off his jeans and use it to tie his hands behind his back.
Bound and gagged, there was nothing he could do when Asami pulled down his pants and underwear. Those skillful hands teased his nipples and pumped his already hardened flesh at the same time. Moans tried to escape but could not pass the confinement of the tie in his mouth. Still his noises of sexual need were not lost on Asami.
The hand on his chest left his body momentarily giving his nipples a respite from their punishment. The hand came back coated with lubricant and this time was directed toward his entrance. One teasing finger went around the twitching pucker again and again until Akihito could not help but begging inside his mind that the damn finger will stop the tortuous teasing and enter him already. It seemed like that finger teased him for hours before Asami put him out of his misery and pushed it in.
Then came another form of torture, that finger pumped in and out of him but it just wasn't enough to bring him fulfillment. He needed more, he wanted more and just when he thought he would go crazy with the sensation until a second finger joined the first.
Asami would push his fingers in just enough to touch that sweet spot with their tip, causing just enough friction to drive him insane with want, but not enough to drive him over the edge. It was killing him to burn with unfulfilled need so much, and not being able to drown in the white hot pleasure of orgasm. A third finger joined in and he would have been done for if Asami had not quickly held to the base of his cock and prevented him from it. He was so close, but Asami would not let him come.
He began to not care about telling Asami about his little secret, or talking at all for that matter. A mindless mess of wantonness, all he wanted was for Asami to stop the teasing and fuck him already.
At this point the world could come crashing down around them and he would not give a shit. All that mattered was Asami, who was currently lifting his hips from their position on his lap. Asami, who had taken himself out of the restraints of his pants and positioned himself at Akihito's entrance.
All he cared to know was that Asami was finally, though maddeningly slowly, pushing himself into his tight warmth. When Asami finally sheathed himself completely into Akihito, he pulled the tie out of the blonde's mouth just as a Akihito threw his head back onto his chest and screamed his orgasm. Hearing Akihito come just from having him inside was like the sweetest of music.
He unbound Akihito's hands and the photographer turned and lifted them to circle Asami's neck to steady himself for what was to come. Asami gave a triumphant smirk at the thought that Akihito was, even if he would not admit it, well trained. Holding on to the slender hips, Asami aided Akihito as he lifted himself off his lap to move slowly down and impale himself on Asami's hardness.
The blonde moved up and down as he enjoyed the spectacle of watching himself appear and disappear inside Akihito with every movement. He took control then and mercilessly tightens his hold on the small hips as he pulled and pushed with a speeding pace. He drove himself into Akihito fast and hard until they both came with a loud cry of ecstasy and a low throaty groan of bliss.
The limo circled the block to the condo for close to half an hour after this and entered the underground garage when Asami decided to take the "party" to the bedroom.
They entered the building and crossed the lobby on their way to the elevator. In the elevator Akihito saw his reflection on the cold steel of the moving box and could not help to quietly curse at the fact that though he looked like he just survived a major disaster, Asami was as pristine and put together looking as he always was. Not even one hair was out of place on the yakuza's head.
The pair had just crossed the threshold of their home when Asami pulled him to his chest and began kissing him passionately. His body began to warm with desire again, and when lips parted his breath labored. Asami pushed him against the door and quickly undid their pants and penetrated him in one swift motion, pumping into him like his life depended on it. Somehow, they ended up on the living room floor at some point and Akihito could only wonder if they were ever going to make it to the bedroom.
Asami decided he was going to indulge in his kitten all day, he had planned to make it a short one in the limo…. But as usual, his lover's body made it hard to resist. The fact that Akihito fought so hard only added more pleasure, he loved it when his kitten put up a fight, it brought his two days of abstinence roaring to massive head of primal need in the front of his mind.
He had the entire weekend to make up for, Akihito was in for a long day.
The muscled yakuza stood and hoisted the young man up and wrapped his legs around his waist, slipping his length into that hot tunnel as he brought their bodies together to make his way to the bedroom after a round on the shag pile rug. He didn't want to spend one second longer outside of Akihito's ass then what was necessary.
He sat on the edge of the bed, intending for the young man to put some work in, when the phone on the night stand rung.
The phone that was to be called only in emergencies, Kirishima better have a hell of a good reason for calling at such an important time.
Wrapping one arm tight around Akihito's waist to prevent his escape, he leant over and picked up the phone.
"What is it Kirishima?" He answered without hiding his irritation.
"Ah.. sorry Asami sama, I just thought you should be told right away that Mikhail Arbatov is in Tokyo."
Kirishima was right, that was a good reason to call. Akihito's ass was saved for now.
"Bring the car around Kirishima."
He would have to see what the cunning blonde wanted in his territory before he could properly tend to his young lover.
Just like that, Akihito was left alone on the condo with an aching erection and wondering where the hell Asami had rushed off too in the middle of their activities.
"Oh fuck my life, I didn't even get to tell the horny bastard! When, he gets home, I'll tell him when he gets home."
Akihito got up to shower and take care of his throbbing problem as best he could. At least he had all day to prepare now.
Kirishima arranged a meeting with the Russian mobster in record time, and so the two crime lords and their best men found themselves sitting in the best VIP room of Sion at lunch time that same day.
Fine whiskey in hand and a cigarette in the other, the atmosphere was relaxed, Mikhail was playing it cool and didn't seem to have mischief on his mind, but he was a fox, and trouble was his middle name.
"Why are you here Mikhail?" Asami eventually asked, getting straight to the point.