A/N: Many thanks for your feedback on the one-shot :) I broke the second 'one-shot' into two parts, just because plot-wise it makes more sense to me that way. Hope you enjoy this first part!
As the afternoon progressed, the sky grew darker and darker, until by 5 p.m. you couldn't really tell anymore if it was day or nighttime.
By 6 p.m. the storm broke full on, causing havoc on Tokyo's busy streets.
Not everyone one was bothered by the gloomy weather though.
Up on the 40th floor of a Ginza luxury apartment building, a young man sat on the floor admiring the rain, protected from it by the floor-to-ceiling double windows that ran along an entire side of his bedroom.
In his hands was a Nikon D810, which the young man had set on silent mode so that he could take as many pictures of the cloudy sky as he liked, without disturbing the sleep of the only other occupant of the room.
That didn't mean, however, that the photographer didn't look from time to time over his shoulder towards the bed. He knew he was breaking the 'rules' by picking up his camera, and the last thing he wanted was to get caught red handed. He had been the one who had insisted both of them should abdicate of their work related gadgets for the day after all.
A flash of lightning suddenly broke through the dark clouds, illuminating the world outside for a brief second.
Akihito felt a shiver run down his spine as he watched the beginning of the lightning storm and pressed the bedsheet that covered his naked body closer to himself.
He lifted his camera and peeked through the viewfinder patiently, waiting for the next flash of lightning to cross the skies so he could take the perfect picture of it.
The rain was coming down furiously now, tapping with a vengeance against the window and muffling any sounds coming from the traffic down below.
The soothing ambience must have clouded Akihito's perception of his surroundings for a few moments, because he only really realized that Asami had woken up from the thunder that had followed the initial lightning flash, when he felt the older man's arms suddenly snake round his waist from behind.
"Aren't you technically cheating on your own rule?" He heard the business man whisper against his ear; the older man's voice still groggy from sleep.
Akihito lowered his camera to his lap, leaning comfortably against the other man's bare chest.
"Well,… technically I'm not taking pictures for work, you see." He excused himself, laughing nervously.
"Right…" Asami said unconvinced, taking the camera away from Akihito's hands and throwing it back towards the bed, where it landed with a soft thud.
"Hey! Be careful, will you? That camera can break easily."
Asami shrugged unconcerned. "I can always buy you a new one if it breaks." He said, lowering his lips towards the back of the photographer's neck.
Akihito shivered as his lover began to leave a trail of kisses from his neck down to his shoulder blades, and more so because at the same time he felt Asami's hands tugging at the sheet covering his body, no doubt with the intent of stripping him from it.
"Asami…" Akihito found himself pleading, his voice however clouded with lust. "Come on, we've already done it twice this afternoon…"
He felt more than heard the business man's chuckle against his shoulder. "We've only done it twice, you mean…"
Before Akihito had time to protest further, Asami lifted him up, carrying the younger man to bed and laying him on top of the comforter where he finally managed to fully remove the bedsheet that covered the photographer's body.
The young man's upper torso still bore the marks of the love bites he'd gotten from his lover during their last love making session that afternoon, and from the looks of it, they would not be disappearing from the former's skin anytime soon.
Asami grinned taking in the sight of the young man's inviting body spread before him on top of the bed. Akihito might not wish to admit it, but the business man could sense his need and his lust from where he stood at the foot of the bed.
The photographer was desperately craving Asami's touch on his skin, so much so that his breathing was already coming out ragged.
"What is it?" The young man asked of Asami's silence; his eyelids half closed with desire as he devilishly stretched his legs on the bed making sure their sides grazed the other man's muscled thighs.
Before Akihito managed to pull back his legs though, Asami snatched his right ankle in his hand, securing it in place.
A mischievous smile appeared on the photographer's face then, and with a sudden, vigorous pull of his trapped ankle, he managed to unbalance Asami, who fell on all fours on top of the younger man.
"Gotcha!" Akihito exclaimed triumphantly, wrapping his arms around the other man's neck and lifting his head from the comforter to kiss him below the chin.
"I thought you were too tired for a third round…" Asami said, amused by the other man's rare show of initiative.
Akihito brought his hands down, scratching the sensitive skin below Asami's shoulders, so that the older man ended up releasing a shallow groan.
"I can't help it." The photographer whispered; his legs snaking round his lover's waist at their own accord. "You mess with my brain." He added, feeling drunk on lust. "Besides,.. I read somewhere a man reaches his sexual prime at 33. I'm just acting on hormones, I guess. It's not my fault."
Asami huffed unimpressed. "And where did you read that joke? On one of those women magazines your agency sells pictures to?" He asked, watching Akihito grin suddenly.
"What's with the pissed off look, old man? You know you're way past your prime."
"Oh, am I?" Asami replied, grabbing Akihito's thighs with both hands and lifting them both into a sitting position in one swift movement, surprising his younger lover with the sudden action.
"I guess I'll just have to prove you that theory is wrong then." Asami said wickedly.
And he spent the next two hours doing just that…
Later that night, Asami woke up startled due to a noise coming from the master bathroom.
He sat up in bed instantly, quickly realizing that Akihito was already up and apparently causing mayhem in the adjoining room.
"Shit!" He heard the photographer curse out loud, accompanied by the sound of glass shattering on the bathroom floor.
"Akihito?...Is everything ok?"
"O-Oh, sorry. Did I wake you?" The young man called out from inside the bathroom. "Sorry. I just broke a stupid glass jar…again."
The business man leaned forward in bed just in time to see Akihito exiting the bathroom, whilst simultaneously trying to put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Suffice to say, the photographer was not being very successful in his endeavor.
A quick glance at the alarm clock managed to inform Asami that it was already 10 p.m., making him frown at his lover instantly.
"What's going on?" He asked.
"Oh!" Akihito exclaimed as his head popped up from under the t-shirt's head opening. He was clearly in a hurry to go somewhere; that much was evident. "I-I…I just got a call from the agency. That corrupt politician the agency's running a story on just landed at Narita airport unexpectedly. My boss asked me to follow him around town. He's hoping to sell the pictures I take to the NY Times if they turn out good. The politician is quite the sensation in the U.S. it seems."
He finally managed to put his jeans on, all the while ignoring Asami's ever growing frown. "Where's my camera's backpack?" He asked alarmed, only to spot the object a minute later by his side of the bed.
"Akihito."
"I need to go quickly. My boss sent a car from the agency to get me. The driver is already waiting for me downstairs."
"Akihito."
"I'm super stoked about this assignment-"
"Akihito!"
"What?" It was only when the photographer stared at his lover properly that he noticed the murderous look on the latter's face, the same kind Asami used to get when something was not going as he'd planned.
"I-I…I know the timing sucks, Asami." He said, leaning across the bed towards his lover, who seemed to be having a very hard time controlling his bad temper at the moment. "But this is the biggest gig the agency has had this year… I promise I'll return home a soon as I can." He added, making use of his best "puppy eyes" impression, even though deep down he knew Asami was completely immune to that sort of thing.
Instead, the yakuza cupped the back of Akihito's neck, slamming their lips together in a passionate kiss that stole away the younger man's breath.
"Make-It-Quick." Asami warned as he broke the kiss, watching with amusement as the photographer tried to compose himself.
Akihito was on the move instantly, fearing that if he stuck around any longer his work ethics would falter and he would willingly crawl back to bed and to Asami's intoxicating body.
As he went to open the door to the bedroom, Yuki, who had probably been standing on the outside hallway all afternoon looking for his missing masters, happily trotted in unannounced, carrying his leash between his teeth.
"Oh yeah," Akihito said, turning to look back at his lover again, as if he'd just remembered something important. "Don't forget to walk Yuki out before bedtime." He added, even though the only reply he received from the other man was a grunt.
"Well…you did lose the race..." The photographer reminded, sticking his tongue out at his lover, before he quickly disappeared outside the hallway.
Asami heard the front door of the apartment opening and closing soon after, yet he stayed in bed awhile longer, until Yuki finally managed to convince his owner to get up.
The business man threw his pillow to the other side of the room, so that the pup would follow it, leaving him in peace for a moment.
He got up from bed, stretching his limbs as he walked naked towards the window. In the background he could hear his pillow being torn to shreds and wondered once again what had possessed Akihito to want a destructive machine such as a Labrador for a pet.
He looked down towards the street below, catching a glimpse of the agency's car as it moved further down the rain soaked road.
It was doubtful that Akihito would be returning that evening. The sort of assignment he had gone on usually lasted a couple of days at least.
Asami sighed tiredly. So much for his 10th anniversary plans.
He stretched an arm to the chair near the window where he had previously discarded his clothes.
As he picked up his trousers, something dropped from one of its pockets to the carpeted floor.
The business man looked down to find a familiar square box at his feet.
He picked it up, running his thumb over the black velvet that covered the box. He pressed the top part of it, as he had done countless times over the past few days when he had found himself alone, and watched once again as the little box carefully opened to reveal a solid silver band that could not possibly have fitted any of Asami's fingers.
He had not purchased the band for himself though...
Yuki's barks behind him brought Asami's mind back to the present. He looked one last time at the retreating car below and closed the box again.
So much for his 10th anniversary plans, indeed...