EEEEEE, thank you everyone for your reviews on the last chapter. I can honestly say I look forward to them, and I read every single one.
AN: There will be NO punishment in this chapter, sorry for those of you who were expecting Asami to get crazy mad, but they do have an actual consensual relationship, and Akihito did try to tell him.
They are capable of communicating on some levels, not just one fucking the other into oblivion to solve all the problems, the pair has much more depth than that.
Shout out to the tiny handful of people that reviewed/commented who actually said something like that also.
It doesn't mean there wont be smex though….. but there will be communication too.
God this chapter was hard to write.
Songs this chapter.
Sweat. David Guetta ft Snoop Dog.
Champagne Showers. LMFAO. Natalia Kills
For Your entertainment. Adam Lambert.
Flesh. Simon Curtis. ( I have had this song planned out for this since the first chapter, and it's finally here, yay) LISTEN TO THIS SONG.
This chapter is for Setsuna24, who without her, the last chapter wouldn't have happened the way it did!
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Silence was all that was heard for the next few moments after Asami's question.
Mikhail opened his mouth to say something cheeky, the playful twinkle in his eye showing off his delight at the hilarious situation he had created.
Koga opened his mouth before him however, his own brown eyes sparkling with just as much amusement.
"Top of the line headphones: seven hundred bucks, laptop with the latest music software: two thousand five hundred, custom turntables: five thousand. Seeing the look on Asami Ryuichi's face when he finds out his boyfriend is Midnight Kid…. Fucking Priceless."
With that last line and a very pleased look on his face, Koga brought his cell phone out from his pocket to take photo's of all three men, who still stood silent in their befuddlement.
"Now this, this is the scoop of the fucking century." Koga claimed as he snapped away.
A very flustered Akihito stood in the middle of it all, his headphones still round his neck, and his rectangle framed glasses still on his face, at this moment he was torn between fight or flight.
He couldn't tell yet, he didn't have a gauge on Asami's reaction.
Who stood staring, his face was composed once more, his eyes narrowed on the sweaty, paint covered body in front of him.
Mikhail sidled over next to Koga to look at the screen as Koga took photo's, snickering all the while.
"Oh, send these to me, I have to send them to Fei, he's gonna love this."
Suoh was scratching his head, are you actually fucking shitting me right now? he thought to himself.
This had to be a practical joke, Takaba always loved a good prank.
Yes, that was it.
He looked between his boss and Takaba, who now seemed to be in a staring stand off.
He had never seen his boss in a state like this before, but like always, Takaba was the only person that could affect him so.
Only Takaba could make him angry, worried, hasty, jealous, and in this instance, utterly fucking stupefied.
Kirishima snapped his mouth shut, it had been hanging open in his disbelief, his mind reeling at the thought that Takaba Akihito could be the Midnight Kid.
Just when he thought the brat couldn't surprise them anymore, he goes and turns out to be a famous fricken DJ.
A DJ that had just put his body on display for five thousand odd people only moments ago, with Asami watching.
He really wished he could tell what his boss was thinking, but apart from the words he'd just spoken, there was nothing else to go by.
It was anyone's guess what would happen now.
Then, the most unexpected thing happened, something as unexpected as Takaba Akihito being Midnight Kid…
Asami laughed.
He held his hand to his stomach, closed his eyes and let out a deep chuckle that echoed in his powerful chest, his whole body shaking with the movement.
At this point, Asami growing two heads seemed pretty likely as well.
He was still laughing.
Finally the cogs of Asami's brain began to turn once more, he should have known.
He should have known.
There would never be two people in the world that could have this effect on him, there would always only be one.
Only Takaba Akihito could make him irrational, possessive and drive him up the wall with lust.
Only Takaba Akihito was capable of escaping him time and time again, only Takaba Akihito could move like that on the dance floor, only Takaba Akihito could surprise him this much.
He should have known.
To think he'd been worried about having unfaithful thoughts, unfaithful thoughts with the very person he was meant to be faithful to.
It was comical. This entire situation was just unfathomable.
His Takaba Akihito, standing right in front of him, the very person he came home to everyday, was the elusive DJ he had been after for months.
He could have his cake, and eat it too, not that he liked cake in a literal sense, but for that he kept laughing.
A paint covered Akihito cake though…..
Now, it was everyone's turn to stare at Asami, wondering if Akihito's antics had finally driven the man off into the deep end.
Mikhail, who had been giggling only moments before with his new buddy Koga, stood looking like a stunned Mullet, wondering if Asami had finally lost the plot.
Suoh mouthed 'the fuck?' across the hall to his colleague and was rewarded with Kirishima shaking his head in his own clueless state.
Akihito had really done a number on them all this time.
"Asami?" came the very hesitant question from Akihito, who thought maybe he might be hallucinating.
Asami took a moment to regain himself, his eyes glowing with mirth as he finally spoke.
"Akihito, is this what you wanted to talk to me about?" came the tersely worded question.
The blonde DJ took a deep breath, steeled himself then exhaled, this wasn't exactly how or where he wanted to have this conversation, but it was happening, so he might as well get on with it.
"Yup, you guessed it. Surprise! Ha."
It earned another chuckle from Asami, who took a step closer to pluck one of Akihito's hands from his side and grasp it in his.
"Fufu, you really are one of a kind, you know that Akihito."
"….You have definitely lost it old man." Akihito replied blatantly, staring up at his older lover with a sardonic look on his face.
"Oho, you just wish I had. Kirishima, remind me who owns this place again." Asami spoke, not once taking his eyes off the blonde before him.
"It's Takeo Nijima, Asami sama." The secretary said, happy that his boss had come back to them.
"Oh, so it is. I believe he owes me a few favors. Kirishima, have this place emptied and have my chair from the VIP room brought down to the stage, oh and more paint, get more paint. Make sure it's non toxic."
"Whaaat Asami, you can't just fucking evacuate ageHa cos you feel like it, what are you doing?" Akihito sputtered.
"I can and I will, Akihito. We are going to talk, and then you are going to give me a show." There was no room for question in his tone.
Mikhail and Koga scoffed simultaneously at Asami's last declaration, Suoh just rolled his eyes before going off to secure the building, and Kirishima, the ever faithful secretary, was on the phone immediately to follow orders.
"Asami… I am covered in paint." Akihito deadpanned, though it would be wishful thinking that Asami would let him shower before he got to explain himself further.
"That's precisely how I want you Akihito. Come now." His lip curled up in that trademark smirk before he lead Akihito down the hall way, back towards the stage area.
Leaving Koga, who looked a little worried at this point, Mikhail and his two men, who thought he'd gotten away with murder pretty much. It was not to be though.
"Mikhail, don't think for one second this is over." Asami announced with his back to the group as he walked away down the hall.
"Damn haha, should have known." Mikhail cringed, an angry Asami was never pleasant, especially when his little pet was concerned. Koga, surprisingly, gave him a sympathetic pat on the back.
"For what it's worth, that was fucking gold what you did there. The kiss and the hood, god I wish I thought of it. So brilliant."
"Oho, you think so? Some of my best work I think" the Russian mused out loud.
Kirishima was off the phone at this point, and just looked at the newfound friends as if they were bat shit crazy.
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Asami sat a messy Akihito down in the backstage room that Akihito shared with Koga, the assistants had stopped packing their stuff and were instead setting everything up again.
Once everything was set up again, Asami would make sure he got the show he wanted, in the meantime, Akihito had some explaining to do, covered in paint or not.
"You lied to me, Akihito." Asami spoke, his tone not giving a thing away.
"Hey! I tried telling you, but at first you did the whole 'two days without my sweet juice' bullshit and then all fucking week you were hardly home!" Akihito tried to explain without getting flustered, but everything he wanted to say over the past week wanted to spill out of his mouth all at once.
"And before that? For the opening at Fuse, and all the other times?" Asami queried.
"Pffft, like you would have let me do it if you knew, right?" came the indignant question.
"…"
"See! It's bad enough I can't take fucking photos without your illegal bullshit getting in the way, how the hell else am I supposed to make a living?" Akihito ranted with what he felt was righteous anger.
"You don't need to make a living Akihito." Asami stated.
"Yeah, and I don't need oxygen either." came the sardonic remark.
"Akihito." the warning was clear.
"No, I'm not backing down Asami. You want to know why I didn't tell you, you've already taken one job away from me, I shouldn't have to feel scared that you're gonna take another cos of your possession issues."
Asami sighed and stopped his irked pacing to pause in front of the boy sitting on the couch before him.
"And why did you decide to tell me now then?" Asami skirted around the fact that Akihito may have been right.
Akihito's eyes widened, oh shit, he had to tell Asami about Mikhail in Osaka.
"Ahh.. you see. We might have just bumped into Mikhail in Osaka-"
"What?" Asami interrupted, his features hardening.
"Lemme finish god dammit! See, Mikhail offered us work after our gig in Osaka, yes I played in Osaka too, don't look at me like that….. I freaked alright, I thought what if he found out it was me and all that Hong Kong bullshit happened again…." Akihito trailed off, the reality of it sinking in. "That's when I decided to tell you."
"I'd rather risk making you angry with me any day, than that ever happening again." Akihito finally admitted.
As Akihito stared down at the floor, he missed seeing Asami's eyes soften for an instant in reply to Akihito's words.
It was silent in the back stage room for a long time as the words sunk in for the both of them.
"Why are you so obsessed with 'Midnight Kid' anyway, you're one persistent bastard, anyone would think….. Oh Asami no!" Akihito gaped at the devilish smirk Asami was giving him as Akihito came to another realization.
"Oho, don't worry Akihito, I had every intention of coming home to you instead."
Akihito pouted in response.
"You can't be jealous of yourself, Akihito." Asami chuckled.
"Bastard, you didn't know it was me!" the blonde hissed.
"I didn't know it was you because you lied to me."
Akihito snapped his mouth shut at that, he had been in the wrong too, but had forgotten in his tirade.
"I took it too far, I guess."
"That you did." Asami agreed. "Since when have I really stopped you from doing things Akihito? I let you continue to chase underground secrets despite it affecting my business, I grant you freedom to do things despite the danger you put yourself in half the time, you can come and go from our home as you please, and you really thought I'd stop you from doing this?"
"But you always say 'no dancing blah blah blah.'" Akihito shot back.
"Akihito, being an anonymous DJ is much safer than being a criminal photojournalist. I'd live with it."
"Oh….." Akihito was starting to feel like quite the dumbass at this point.
"Hey, Asami, you wouldn't have, if Midnight Kid wasn't me…." He trailed off, not wanting to ask the question.
Instead of an answer, Asami picked up Akihito's glasses and his headphones and passed them back to Akihito to put on, before pulling him up off the couch and ushering him back out the door.
"Put on a show for me Akihito, and you will see that there is only one person, one body, disguise or not, that I will ever react to the way I do." He purred the words into the messy blonde's hair as he urged him down the hallway, towards the stage door.
"Asami wh-" Akihito began.
"Do it Akihito, and you will see for yourself." Asami interrupted as the door was opened for them and they found themselves on the main stage of ageHa once more.
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The workstation had been moved further back into the space to accompany the large recliner that has been placed smack bang right in the middle of the stage facing the DJ station.
Kirishima really had outdone himself this time, there was a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket, as well as good whiskey in a decanter on a stand next to said chair with accompanying glasses to go with beverages.
A new pack of Dunhill's and a lighter also sat on the stand.
Sitting on the floor on the other side of the chair, were the canisters of neon paint that Asami had requested, all the colors were there, as well as a few bottles of glow water, all in easy to open and administer.
He really was an intuitive secretary.
Asami left Akihito standing by the entrance to go and take his seat in the dimly lit room after taking his jacket and vest off and rolling his sleeves up, the only light provided was coming through the doorway from the corridor behind Akihito, leaving a streak of light flaring across the stage as Akihito resigned himself to his fate and went to stand in front of his lap top.
The door shut behind them, Suoh's doing probably, and the only light was Akihito's lap top screen and keyboard in front of him.
Akihito took a few moments to get a hold of himself, what the fuck was he nervous for? He'd been doing this for years for thousands upon thousands, but performing for one man made him nervous.
He just needed to feel the music like always, forget the crowd, or the person in this case, like always, and just play.
Play, as Midnight Kid.
So he did, with an invisible grin, he pulled his hood up once more, and he instantly felt more comfortable.
He was Midnight Kid, Asami knew he was Midnight Kid. This was what he wanted, it was alright.
He controlled a few flare lights to light the stage dimly, just enough that they could see each other, though Akihito stood out like a beacon because of the dried paint that was glowing still.
All he needed to do was play, so he did, he picked the first song, Sweat by David Guetta and Snoop Dogg.
He used the first verse and the bridge to get a feel for the music again, his hands roaming over the key board as he rocked his chest over the laptop, his right hand ever present on his earphone.
The song had an electric chorus, he set lasers and beams to light the stage as the beat hit.
"I just wanna make you sweat, I wanna make you sweat."
He chanced a look at Asami, and his breath caught as the strobe went off, in split seconds of perfect vision he caught Asami gazing at him, lounging back in the chair, his leg folded over the other with a Dunhill in his mouth, whiskey in hand.
The strobe was what saved him, the moments of blackness providing release from the unrelenting heat that those gold eyes contained.
"I just wanna make you sweat, I wanna make you sweat."
The strobe went off with the beat once more, as the bass thumped the floor of the stage, echoing through Akihito's chest, he dared not keep eye contact with the monster in the dark, so he labored over his gear once more, but he allowed his hips to sway as the lyrics rang out.
"I just wanna make you sweat, I wanna make you sweat."
Asami looked at Akihito as he concentrated on the desk in front of him, the boy's body moving unconsciously to the beat.
He was amazing, this was his, this creature before him that seemed to be one with the music, one with the sound and the lights as he swayed with the rhythm.
It was still unfathomable, but the evidence was right in front of him, in the form of the sparkling hazel eyes behind the spectacles that would cast a glance his way every few moments.
"I just wanna make you sweat, I wanna make you sweat."
Asami's groan was silenced by the thundering music as the chorus line hit once more, Akihito beginning to sweat again with the renewed movement, his chest beginning to shine with sweat, the paint running once more as spot lights swirled around their position on the stage.
"I just wanna make you sweat, I wanna make you sweat."
The way his boy moved on instinct over the equipment was so natural, so primal, the swing of the hip, that thump of his chest, the curve of his spine as he bent to flick the switchboard for the lights, it was Akihito.
He should have known, there was no one else it could have been.
He was a force of nature, hypnotizing him as the lyrics played out, he watched as Akihito lost himself, forgetting Asami was there, adding a pump to his knees so his entire body jerked up and down to the bass.
"I just wanna make you sweat, I wanna make you sweat."
He needed to touch, feel, see how his boy worked, so he got up, picking up some paint, and made his way to stand behind Akihito and watch him in his environment.
The song faded out, and he watched as Akihito's hands flurried over the desk, flicking switches on the giant switchboard after programming them in the computer, adding more synth with the mixer on his software, this was his element.
He stepped up close to him when he saw Akihito notice that he wasn't in his chair anymore.
Akihito dared a look up to Asami, only to find he wasn't there, stiffening for a few moments until he felt the heat of Asami's chest against his back, relaxing instantly.
He'd been so caught up in the last song he forgot what he was here for, how could he ever forget.
He exhaled and went back to work as Asami gripped his wrists softly to follow his movements over the desk, looking over his shoulder to see what he was doing.
The opening line to Champagne Showers. LMFAO. Natalia Kills urging him on, he liked this song.
"We're gonna get you wet, We're gonna make you sweat, A night you won't forget, Are you ready for it?"
Asami's hands ran up and down the lengths of his forearms as he worked, paying attention to his every movement as Akihito did his best to ignore the furnace of Asami's chest pressed against his back.
"I'm gonna get you wet, I'm gonna make you sweat, A night you won't forget."
"Champagne showers, champagne showers, pop it in the club, we light it up 8 hour."
Asami let go of the slender wrists to pull Akihito's hood down while taking a paint canister from his back pocket, popping the lid and wrapping an arm around the waist in front of him, he was rewarded with Akihito's head leaning back into his chest as the strobes animated their movements.
"I said champagne showers, champagne showers, pop pop pop pop it in the club, we light it up every hour."
He upended the neon yellow paint over the taut chest in front of him letting it run down underneath his low cut tshirt, careful to avoid the headphones and glasses on Akihito's head. He flung the canister to the side once Akihito was completely covered, letting his other hand roam over the slick body finally, smearing in the glowing mess like he'd wanted to do ever since he'd seen it happen the first time.
Akihito startled as he was spun around to face Asami as the song changed once more, For Your Entertainment by Adam Lambert.
He looked to see Asami's paint covered hands taking off his tie, and catch sight of the mindless eyes that were glued to him, he finally understood.
Just like he captivated everyone else, he'd trapped Asami as well, those eyes told him everything he needed to know.
Those glowing eyes that were locked on Akihito, with no way to escape, pupils blown with nothing but want.
Only he could do this to Asami Ryuichi, only he could make Asami lose control, want to lock down an entire club and play with paint.
Only he could make Asami's eyes like that.
"No escaping when I start. Once I'm in I own your heart. There's no way you'll ring the alarm. So hold on until it's over"
He quickly set the next song to repeat, preprogrammed the lights, took his glasses and headphones off, and turned around to Asami once more.
"Oh, do you know what you got into? Can you handle what I'm 'bout to do? 'Cause it's about to get rough for you, I'm here for your entertainment."
He lead Asami back to his chair in the middle of the stage, pushing him back down into his as he picked up glow water and paint from the side of the chair.
"Oh, I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet. 'Ya thought an angel swept you off ya feet. But I'm about to turn up the heat I'm here for your entertainment"
He straddled Asami's hips and he rolled his own to the beat, keeping his gaze locked on those gold pools as he worked to undo his buttons and push the fabric aside.
Flares and lasers streaked their skin during the bridge as Akihito ran his hands up the heaving chest beneath him, Asami's hands began to do the same, slipping up his shirt in demand that he pull it off.
So he peeled the mess of a shirt off his skin and over his head, tossing it aside.
"No escaping when I start. Once I'm in I own your heart. There's no way you'll ring the alarm. So hold on until it's over"
He grabbed the canisters he'd set aside and upended the glowing water, letting it splash down his chest and mix with the blue paint he was pouring over Asami's body, who was running his hands up the lithe wet body in front of him, in a trance as Akihito swung his head to the song.
"Oh, do you know what you got into? Can you handle what I'm 'bout to do? 'Cause it's about to get rough for you, I'm here for your entertainment."
Asami watched as Akihito mouthed the last lines to him, 'I'm here for your entertainment.' this was his, this body on top of him, it belonged to him, he watched as Akihito's shining chest swayed over him, in and out of vision with the flash of lights.
"Oh, I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet. 'Ya thought an angel swept you off ya feet. But I'm about to turn up the heat I'm here for your entertainment"
He leant forward to lock the hips in place, down against his aching erection, and went to kiss the chest before him, but the paint was disgusting.
Growling in displeasure, he gripped the champagne bottle from the stand and washed Akihito's body down with the cold sparkling liquor, relishing the goose bumps that rose on the perfect skin, that was now clean enough to ravage.
It was his turn to make Akihito mindless as the song changed once more.
He savored the taste of expensive champagne as he explored the shuddering body with this mouth and hands, slipping one hand beneath Akihito's pants to cup a perfect ass cheek and squeeze.
"We can get a little crazy just for fun, just for fun
Don't even try to hold it back
Just let go
Tie me up and take me over till you're done
Till I'm done
You've got me fiendin' and I'm ready to blow"
He looked up into Akihito's eyes, catching glimpses of the abandon in the hazel orbs is the lights caressed the perfect form on top of him.
His body that was now covered in bite marks and red lines from Asami's firm touches.
He was the only person that could make Akihito look like this, just as Akihito was the only person that could make him look exactly the same.
"Push up to my body, sink your teeth into my flesh
Get undressed, ta-taste the flesh
Bite into me harder, sink your teeth into my flesh
Pass the test, ta-taste the flesh"
In seconds, he'd stripped Akihito completely and tugged the boys body to press against his, capturing the panting breaths with his own hungry mouth.
Champagne mixed with the paint on his body, adding to the electric sensation as skin slid against skin.
Their lips danced together as Asami emptied the bottle of whiskey over Akihito's back next, trapping the mouth with his teeth as it tried to pull away in fright.
He rubbed the spirits up and down the slender spine, before letting it trickle down between his crack, following the trail with his fingers as he pressed a digit into Akihito's quivering entrance.
"Hold me up against the wall
Give it till I beg, give me some more
Make me bleed, I like it raw
Like it raw, raw, raw
Push up to my body, sink your teeth into my flesh"
He let Akihito take a breath and steady himself above him, watching the new show as the shivering body arched it's back every time Asami rubbed his fingers over his sweet spot that only Asami could find.
He couldn't hear the moans over the thumping beat, but he could see those lips part as Akihito threw his head back and braced himself on Asami's chest, his eyes closed in his pleasure.
"Push up to my body, sink your teeth into my flesh
Get undressed, ta-taste the flesh
Bite into me harder, sink your teeth into my flesh
Pass the test, ta-taste the flesh"
Asami growled as the blonde tried frantically to undo Asami's belt, failing with his shaking hands.
The crime lord understood the need, and complied with Akihito's unspoken request, releasing his organ from the confines of his dress slacks and reposition Akihito on top of him, his aching head pressed against Akihito's stretched ring.
"Hold me up against the wall
Give it till I beg, give me some more
Make me bleed, I like it raw
Like it raw, raw, raw
Push up to my body, sink your teeth into my flesh"
The strobe lights flashed as Akihito pressed himself down on Asami, and he watched Asami's eyes close in his own pleasure as he pushed up, burying himself in all the way.
He threw himself against his older lover, pressing their foreheads together as they moved their hips, feeling each other's hot breath gather between them.
"Hold me down and make me scream
Lay me on the floor
Me on the floor-or-or-or, me on the floor-or
Turn me on and take me out (Turn me on, take me out)
Make me beg for more"
Asami took control, gripping the globes of flesh riding him, guiding the hips into a mind blowing pace, slamming up again and again into the welcoming flesh, hard enough that he could hear Akihito's cries above the music.
"Push up to my body, sink your teeth into my flesh"
He pulled away to bite onto the soft skin in the junction of Akihito's neck, pulling the blonde closer once more with his mouth.
Akihito moaned right into his ear at the action, his breath hitching as Asami gave another forceful thrust upwards.
The blonde began pleading into his ear with hot needy breaths as Asami pumped faster, building the pressure between them.
"Make me bleed, I like it raw, Like it raw, raw, raw!"
Asami felt Akihito begin to lose rhythm as he neared his peak, leaning back to grip onto Asami's biceps and stare at him with begging hazel eyes, asking to be finished.
He watched the desperate face flash under the strobe lights, his eyes locked on his as Asami brought a hand round to tease the leaking cock bouncing up and down in front of him.
Watching the sticky chest heave on top of him did all kinds of things to Asami's control, but seeing Akihito bite his bottom lip in frustration, his eyes flooded with lust as he silently begged Asami for release had the crime lord complying with the request before he lost it himself.
"Push up to my body, sink your teeth into my flesh
Get undressed, ta-taste the flesh
Bite into me harder, sink your teeth into my flesh
Pass the test, ta-taste the flesh"
He ground up against the velvet insides encasing him, stroking his head long and slow over Akihito's prostate as he gripped the blonde's shaft to jerk it in the same rhythm, draining it as the boy spilled all over his stomach with release.
Asami watched Akihito mouth his name over and over as he found his own release, his lovers insides gripping him wondrously in a tight embrace, milking his dick as he came long and hard into Akihito's ass.
The crime lord threw his head back against the chair, drawing out the orgasm with slow strokes and hissing between his teeth as Akihito collapsed onto his chest to rock his hips on Asami's.
As the pleasure ebbed away, leaving a deep sense of satisfaction, Asami finally let go of those sumptuous hips and wrapped his arms around Akihito's body to keep him close, not wanting the moment to pass.
The music stopped, but the pair stayed in the chair to catch their breath, enjoying the closeness of each other despite the alcohol and paint sticking their bodies together, and they both finally came to terms with the power they had over one another.
As their breathing returned to normal, Asami smirked at an idea that came to him, a wonderful idea, maybe his best yet.
He murmured into Akihito's ear his thoughts.
"Akihito, I think I might buy this place."
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That is that chapter finally DONE! What a mission, special thanks to Coritos who let me nag her for the entire chapter to check if I was doing okay.
I actually have NO IDEA what I want to happen after this, I could end the entire story here, or keep it going with dribs and drabbles, if people want to throw me ideas then I'm cool with that.
Akihito does a concert here and there, gets a stalker maybe, or crazy fans, Sudou becomes his manager and Asami gets jealous that they're close, ya know, things like that.
For now, I am going to call it finished.
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Thank you everyone, who read, favourited followed and reviewed. :)