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Chapter 5 – Seduction in a Thousand Ways.

Asami smirked the night had just began to look more promising than it had before. Takaba followed him back to his office. Asami sat at his desk with Suoh and Kirishima on either side like sentinels. Akihito felt the weight of the three men's gazes upon him, he swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat, bowed his head and said "Please let my mother go."

"Your mother?"

"Takaba Mariko. She and her boyfriend Iwaki Kazushisa they were trying to blackmail some big shot, he called you and they were picked up by your men a couple of hours ago."

"You're referring to the pair that tried to blackmail Sendou-sensei with some rather interesting photos."

"I understand if want to make an example. But make it out of that fool Iwaki it was his idea."

"But who is the bigger fool the fool or the fool who follows him? Suoh, Kirishima let me formally introduce to my little Samaritan. When the Kokichis left me for dead it was this good little Samaritan who saved me. Come now don't look so modest. Why don't you just say it that since you saved my life I owe you."

"I couldn't say that, I told you it didn't matter I wrote off the debt." Asami was amazed anyone else would played that one card for all it was worth but not his Samaritan, his sense of honour and pride forbid it. "Asami-sama do what you like with Iwaki he was the instigator. My mother is a fun loving care free eternal child."

"Well then it's about time she grew up." Akihito was speechless; really he couldn't agree more with Asami. Asami on the other hand was fascinated by this unseen side of his Samaritan. The last time they meet he was aloof, strong and resourceful now just looked liked a lost kitten, chewing his lip and gripping onto his coat so hard his knuckles were white. Asami opened a draw in his desk, and took out a thick envelop he opened it and took a look at one of the photos. "These don't leave much to the imagination. Leave use"Suoh and Kirishima exited the room. "What's your name?"

"Takaba Akihito."

"Lets make a trade Akihito you do what I say and you can have your mother back, I'll even throw in the photos."

"What do I have to do?"

"Why don't we start with something simple, like a kiss?"

"Should I administer it directly or should I blow it?" Asami got up from behind his desk and settled himself on a sofa and patted his lap. Akihito took a deep breath, dropped his coat to the floor walked towards Asami and sat in his lap. "Where's my kiss?" Akihito looked up at Asami, and then very quickly pecked Asami on the check. One of Asami's arms locked around Akihito's waist, the other slipped under his t shirt and Asami's hand clamped around Akihito's neck. Over the years people had attempted to seduce Asami a thousand different ways. However not one had ever made his blood sing. The irony was not lost on him that the boy was trying to seduce him. But that combination of fear, anger, pride and innocence made Asami want to dominate this cute little Kitten; to experience the thrill of a battle for submission. He may have backed Akihito into a corner but the boy hadn't surrender yet. For the first time Asami began to understand the attraction of innocence.

Akihito was beginning to go as red as his t shirt "Just hurry up and get this over with."

"Say Kiss me."

"Kiss me."Akihito said through gritted teeth. Asami pulled Akihito in for a hard punishing kiss that bruised Akihito's lips.

Asami broke away "Again."

"Kiss me" This time Asami's kiss was softer. He sought out Akihito's tongue and sucked it gently, for Akihito it felt like he was being relived of control of his own body. He couldn't help opening his mouth, he couldn't help the sounds he was making each of them swallowed up by Asami urging him on and he could help the way that he was writhing on Asami's lap. Akihito could feel the heat of Asami's body, the bite of his fingers around his neck and the growing evidence of his arousal. It all added to Akihito's sense of intoxication.

"Say I want you."

"I, I want you." Asami laughed a low laugh almost like a purr; he began to trial small sharp nips and kisses along Akihito's jaw tracing a path down to his neck. Asami found his way to the tender flesh between Akihito's neck and collar bone he began to bite and suck; he traced the scar on Akihito's neck with his tongue. It was the only that marred the perfection of his Samaritan's skin. Akihito's nails dug deeper into Asami shoulders in response. The arm that was wrapped around Takaba's waist began to slide underneath his t shirt and began to gently caress his chest and stomach. . Asami suddenly squeezed Akihito's nipple hard "Aaaah!" He arched on Asami's lap "Does my Samaritan like it hard? Little slut."

Some of the fog seemed to lift from Akihito's mind and he tried to wrest himself from Asami's grasp but Asami grip simply tightened and I hand began to travel down Akihito chest to underneath his jeans "D, D, Don't". Asami began to stroke Takaba's cock alternating between soft and slow strokes to hard and fast ones. Once again Takaba begins to buck on Asami's lap "N-nngh!" Akihito could feel his cock getting harder and harder and his orgasm rising. Just as he was about to come Asami stopped. The blonde whimmped, "Kneel." Commanded Asami. Akihito slide from Asami's lap to the floor, Asami freed his cock and took hold of Akihito firmly by his hair pulling a little, the pain for Akihito mixed with unwilling feelings of pleasure. Akihito was guided to Asami's crotch and the thick organ was forced between Akihito's bruised lips. "Breath through your nose." Asami began to aggressively thrust in and out of Akihito's mouth, each time hitting the back of Akihito's throat. "Use your tongue more." With every thrust Asami's cock seemed to Takaba to get harder and longer, he could taste the pre cum dripping from Asami's cock down his throat. Takaba knew that Asami would come soon and it would soon be over, he shut his eyes just at the moment Asami came. Asami's grip on Akihito's hair tensed and he came his release streaming down Akihito's throat. And Asami held the boy in place to make sure he swallowed all he had to give.

Asami let go and Akihito rocked back on to his heels. "Not bad, but then again you are the son of a whore." Asami looked down at Takaba he thought that the boy was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. He was breathing hard, his lips were swollen, and his eyes wide and there were traces of Asami's cum on his face. Asami could see his finger marks around Akihito's neck like a brand of ownership. But his eyes were not those of someone who had been defeated, they blazed with anger. And Akihito was angry. He was angry at his mother, at Iwaki, at Asami and most of all himself. "What's your usual rate?"

"What?"

"How much do you charge each time?"Said Asami who had readjusted his clothes and lit a cigarette

"I am not a whore." Said Akihito enunciating each word. Asami looked down at his little Samaritan; he smiled when he saw the evidence of Takaba arousal. He lifted Akihito chin, Asami slide his thumb into Takaba mouth, Akihito began to suck working it like he had Asami's cock. Asami laughed softly "You need to come don't you?" Akihito nodded slowly "Go on then." Takaba hesitated "You do want to see your mother again don't you?"Takaba unzipped his jeans, reached into his boxers and freed his erection. He began to masturbate at Asami feet; his eyes were closed and his head thrown back. He could almost block out the overwhelming presence of the man before him. A man whose dick he had been made to suck, a man whose seed he could taste in his mouth. "Look at me." Akihito's head snapped forward and his eyes flew open, he locked eyes with Asami whose own danced with amusement. "Ah, ah, ah, ah!" Akihito came right there at Asami's feet. Asami stood up "Go clean up in there." His hand waved towards a door. Akihito got to his feet quickly and walked towards the door "You know if wanted to spread your legs for a living you'd make a fortune." Asami could have sworn he'd heard the little Kitten mutter "Bastard"before he shut the door.

Takaba looked in the mirror, the bathroom he was in could accommodate his own at least three times over. He began to clean up; he kept washing his mouth out over and over again. He couldn't believe what he had done, for the first time in a long time he felt an almost uncontrollable rage. He wanted to scream, to shout, to rend something in two, but what would be the point he was as powerless as he ever was. He took a moment to steel his himself and put on his neutral mask. He came out of the bathroom, to see Asami standing holding a brown envelop. Takaba picked up his coat and took the envelop from Asami, Kirishima re-entered the office "Takaba Mariko has been released into the custody of Shidou Ayame; she however refuses to leave without her nephew."

Akihito clasped the envelop to his chest "Thank you Asami san" said Akihito and he walked towards the door.

"It was a pleasure Takaba-kun; don't you want to know what happened to Iwaki?"

"No"

Ayame paced up and down. Her car was parked at the back entrance of Sion, with Mariko slumped in the back seat. They had told her to leave but she was adamant that she wouldn't leave without Aki kun. She heard a noise behind and turned to look, it was just Mariko getting out of the car "Where's Shisa-kun?"

"Most likely taking a long nap six feet under. What the hell were you thinking! Blackmail! Tell me is that alcohol sodden mind of yours so useless that you couldn't see what stupid move this was?!"

"Shisa-kun said it was good idea. We made a lot of money."

"No Iwaki teme made lots of money. And you both got caught"

" We weren't doing anything wrong, you use those all those little tramps of yours to gather pillow talk."

"I have never blackmailed anyone. What about your son? Did you think about him? Why do think you were let go? Some how Aki-kun knows Asami, and he obviously brokered some kind of deal. I hate to think what he had to do, especially since you're NOT worth it!"

"Oh here we go again you dried up old bitch." spat Mariko "Just because you can't have kids you want mine! Because your life is dull and empty you want to fill it with someone else's child! You're just jealousy of me."

"I'm not jealousy of you Mari I hate you! You got the one thing I wanted more in this world and you trample on it! I would not have perhaps been the perfect mother but I couldn't have been any worse than you!"

The argument was broken by the sound of a door opening and out stepped Akihito. "Aki-kun" Ayame rushed forward and squeezed the life out of him. "You stupid brat! I was so worried about you. Why did you come? I would have come myself to deal with it." Deep down Ayame knew that she wouldn't have asked Asami to release Mariko. She had hurt him enough and this incident was perfect opportunity to get her out of the way once and for all. She held Akihito at arms length, he gaze rested on his neck and at the teeth and finger marks there. A lump formed in her throat and her eyes brimmed with tears "Oh Aki."

"Where's Shisa-kun?" Asked Mariko, Ayame opened her mouth about to launch a scathing attack on her former best friend, but Akihito beat her there "He left already. He said he wasn't coming back."

"That's not true! You don't like him. Ayame said you know Asami you could have asked him to let Shisa-kun go."

"He gave me a choice you or Iwaki. I chose you, just get in the car." Mariko pouted like a toddler and got into the car.

They drove along in silence. When they stopped outside the Takaba's block, Mariko exited the car and headed for the entrance.

"I'll take you to a doctor. Don't worry about the bill I'll pay it."

"I don't need a doctor."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"Well if you want to talk about everything, I'm ready to listen whenever you're ready."

"There is nothing to talk about."

"Akihito you don't have to put up with her anymore, your 18 you can leave. You don't have to live with me, we'll find you somewhere and I'll help you with the rent and everything else." Takaba was about to speak but Ayame cut him off "You don't have to say anything now. Just promise me you will think about it." He nodded and she smiled and kissed on the forehead. He got out the car and watched her drive into the night.

"You didn't really did give the boy the photographs then Asam- sama" Said Kirishima

"Yes, but it does matter after all I still have the memory card and the originals."

By the time Akihito had gotten back to his apartment, Mariko had hit the bottle "I don't why that dumb bitch had to stick her nose in my business. She's jealousy of me" Mariko said as she downed another shot and then poured herself another.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because she is. Did you know that the stupid cunt can't have kids? It's why she keeps trying to take you from me." Mariko slammed the bottle and glass on to the kitchen counter. "Do you know that a couple of years ago she actually tried to buy you!? Wrote me a check and said all I had to do was disappear. DUMB FUCK! That's when I knew what a poisonous bitch she was, she'd been trying to turn you against me for years."

Akihito began to back away from his mother, she wasn't normally violent but there is a first time for everything "And it worked. You don't love me! You love her! I am your mother, you're MY son. You're supposed to love me. You're supposed to love me. You're supposed to love me." She suddenly charged forward pushing Akihito making him lose his balance and fall. It was by mere chance that his head narrowly missed the coffee table. "No look what you made me do." She sobbed "YOUR MINE! YOUR SUPPOSED TO LOVE ME! Mariko ran to her bedroom and slammed the door behind her.

Takaba picked himself up and walked into the bathroom. He turned on the shower and began to undress. He faced the mirror he saw the marks left by Asami's hands and mouth bright and vivid against his pale skin. But it wasn't those marks that drew his attention; it was the scar on the left side of his neck. He thought back to how he got it, to Mariko's part in it. And as to why he kept it even though Aya oba-san had offered to have to have it removed. He kept it. For remembrance as a reminder. He got into the shower and lost himself in the warmth.

He woke up Sunday morning about eight in the morning. He had slept like the dead, a perfect dreamless sleep. He decided to check on Mariko, he pushed open the door to her room, the bed was empty but it had been slept in. Her wardrobe had been emptied and some of the draws were turned out. She'd run off again, this time Akihito hoped it was for good.