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Warning: Smut for mature audiences only.

I don't own these handsome boy, of course, they belong the to talented Yamane sensei.

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Twisted Transistor

Akihito had been alone in the penthouse for three days. Asami had to leave on urgent business, according to the note that was left for him when he got home from his stake-out Tuesday night.

He had always considered Asami to be the perverted, insatiable one, but after three days of no physical contact, Akihito was beginning to feel irritated, agitated, and frustrated. His nipples ached to be pinched, licked, bitten. His dick yearned for Asami's hot mouth around it, sucking it in, nipping at it's tip.

"AAARRRGGGHHH!" Akihito screamed into the empty apartment. This is ridiculous. Its not like we haven't gone days without doing it. Why am I so damn sensitive? Screw this.

Akihito marched into the bedroom he shared with Asami and hit the switch to open the secret panel that housed Asami's toys. He bypassed the chains, ropes, cuffs, and restraints, and went for the dildoes. There were several in different shapes and sizes. Some were studded, some veined, and some smooth as silk. Considering the state his body was in, he went for the one that was most like Asami's own dick and grabbed the nipple clamps for good measure.

He went over to the bed, got the lube out the drawer and arranged everything on the night stand, then he walked into the bathroom and took a quick shower using Asami's body wash.

Covered in his scent, Akihito climbed up on the bed and began touching himself. Tentatively at first, though he knew he was alone he still felt shy about masturbating in their bed. He closed his eyes and pictured Asami's hands, in place of his own. He wet his fingers and pinched and pulled at his nipples, imagining Asami's lips and tongue teasing them. He reached for the nipple clamps and attached them to his nipples, squeezing them open and shut to simulate Asami's teeth.

He brought his left hand to his lips and sucked in two fingers, while his right hand travelled, sensuously, down his body and touched himself. He imagined Asami's strong hand on his shaft, pumping him slowly, as his hand repeated the motions he remembered so vividly. Akihito took his moistened fingers and sought out the hole he longed to be filled and shoved them in.

Akihito couldn't help the moan that escaped as he whispered Asami's name into the air.

It wasn't long before Akihito was writhing and moaning under an imaginary lover begging for something he wasn't there to give, more.

His arms were cramping at the angle in which he had them, thrusting, now three fingers, into his ass and still feeling less than satisfied. He pulled them out and reached for the dildo and did something he didn't expect he would do, but in the moment, he began to lick and suck on it, ignoring the lube, altogether. Surrounded in Asami's scent, it was far to easy for him to imagine it was his dick Akihito was sucking on. The difference being, the dildo didn't taste like Asami.

He got over it, as he made sure to get the huge dildo nice and wet. He used his pre-cum to lubricate himself and slowly shoved the massive, fake organ inside.

He shuddered and let out a low moan, oh that's what I wanted, right there. He began to move the dildo in and out, slowly, twisting it left and right. He turned the vibrator to it's lowest setting, shoved it all the way in and held it there. He wished Asami was here to hold him down, he missed his weight on top of him. That would make this perfect, Akihito thought, as he began to move the vibrating object in and out at a quicker pace.

As his left hand worked the dildo, the right began pumping his cock languidly. Long, slow, even strokes, opposite to what the left was doing. The left was there to inflict pain, to be the sadist, the masochist in him needed. The right was there to offer comfort, a respite from the pain until forced to seek out that pain in order to obtain the pleasure he so dearly yearned for.

Fuck, I miss that perverted bastard!

He turned up the vibrator speed and moved his hand faster, moaning with each thrust and his right hand answered the challenge. It began pumping in time with the left's thrusting, carrying him with violent shudders over the edge, as he covered himself in his own cum.

Akihito pulled the still vibrating thing out slowly and lay there panting from his release. He looked down at the damage and saw he was a complete mess. Sweat from his efforts mixed with pearly cum on his chest and stomach. Shit, I forgot to grab a towel.

Akihito moved slowly to the side of the bed as the cum began to slide down his torso and onto the comforter. If Asami were here, he would have licked him clean, but now he had to make it across the room to the bathroom without dripping his cum on the floor.

Akihito did the only logical thing, the second thing Asami would have done were he here, and he smeared the cum over his chest and stomach, then he walked into the bathroom on somewhat shaky legs. He turned on the water in the shower and stepped under the hot water for a second time that evening.

xxxxx

Asami came home from his impromptu business trip satisfied with the outcome. The suppliers fell in line as soon as his muscle showed up and him showing his face in person, was the jolt they needed to get the shit done right and now. His shipment was secured and forwarded to it's rightful destination with an added bonus from the supplier within thirty-six hours of his arrival and he was able to come back home earlier than he had expected.

He toed off his shoes and walked into the penthouse expecting to see Akihito curled up on the couch watching TV, but the living room was dark and empty. He set his coat and briefcase on the chair and walked over to the bar to pour himself a drink.

Drink in hand, he loosened his tie and went in search of Akihito.

As he walked down the hall he saw the light coming through their bedroom door and he heard Akihito turn off the water in the shower.

Asami downed his drink, getting ready to strike. Akihito's skin would still be warm from the shower, he thought. As he reached the door he saw Akihito walk to the bed naked and he felt himself stiffen. Then he got a whiff of his body wash wafting off Akihito as he climbed on the bed and began touching himself.

Asami stopped dead in his tracks and backed into the shadow in the hall before Akihito knew he was there. He could see everything from where he stood and it looked like it was going to be an interesting show.

He saw the slight blush tint Akihito's cheeks as he began to touch himself slowly. He wanted those to be his fingers Akihito was putting in his mouth and he grew harder in his suit trousers.

Asami was surprised to see Akihito clamp the nipple clamps onto his nipples and play with them the way he would, and he pictured those metal teeth being his teeth, biting into those hard, little buds.

He watched as the hand moved, sensuously, downward and took hold of his erect cock and begin stroking it slowly, then he notice the fingers that snaked around and found their way to his favorite hole in this whole fucking universe, and move in and out.

When he heard his name, whispered across the room, he could have sworn Akihito was calling to him directly. He took a step forward, but then retreated, wanting to see what the boy did next.

Asami watched as Akihito worked himself into a frenzy, writhing, moaning, and begging the air for more. Asami felt his control slip, just a little, and he had to mentally stop himself from taking over from where Akihito was right now. But Asami knew this was a rare occasion, one he was not likely to come across again in the near future. It was entertaining to see how the boy got off when he wasn't around.

Asami had to free himself from his trousers when he saw what Akihito did next. He wished he had ignored his curiosity and took up his rightful place in Akihito's mouth. He closed his eyes and imagined that tongue flicking at the tip of his dick, those lips encircling him, sucking him in. Fuck, I could come right now.

When the sucking sounds stopped, Asami opened his eyes to look upon the scene being played out on their bed, and saw Akihito fucking himself on the same dildo he had just blessed with that gorgeous mouth of his. He shoved it in and pulled it out, twisting it, until he finally turned on the vibrator setting.

Asami swallowed hard, grabbing a hold of his dick and pumping it, as Akihito worked the hand moving the dildo in and out of him faster as he stroked his cock slowly.

With one golden eye closed and the other focused, lustily, on Akihito, Asami matched his stokes to the frenzied stokes of his lover until the boy came, explosively, all over his chest and stomach.

Asami didn't cum, but he came damn close.

Asami stood fighting for control as Akihito lay panting from the exertion. He willed his body to calm down, lest Akihito find out he had been spied on, in which case, he would never do this again, but oh how Asami wanted to lick that cum from his chest.

He watched Akihito smear the cum over his torso and wondered why he thought that had to be one of the sexiest things the boy had done.

He needed a drink, and when Akihito got up, walked into the bathroom, and turned on the shower, he got himself what he needed. Asami walked to the bar, holding up his pants, and poured himself a double bourbon. He tossed it back in two swallows and proceeded to right his disheveled appearance.

Gaining his composure, Asami poured himself another drink and went and sat on their bed to wait for the sexy little minx to come out of the shower.

Akihito walked out of the bathroom and upon seeing Asami, ran over to him, butt naked, and jumped into his arms. He said, excitedly, "You're back! Welcome home, I was just thinking about you," only a hint of blush showing on his face.

Asami wrapped his arm around the boy and kissed the top of his head before he said, "Oh really? And what were you thinking, I wonder."

A/N: I apologize for the slower that slow update, but I got the urge and this story practically wrote itself.

So, one of my favorite bands is KORN and I have a thing for some of their song titles and something in them makes me think of our boys and doing nasty things to them. Sorry KORN! And although this is not what the song is about, it is what my dirty little mind takes me to when I hear it.

Anyway, I hope you liked this little smut-shot. Remember the updates for this story will be slow coming, but I hope you stick with it and add it to your alerts. To those that faved, followed, reviewed, viewed, visited, or browsed, THANK YOU!

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