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Hello it good to be back. Just to let you all know the reason as to why I haven't updated for a while is because I was working off my notice period at work and I'm now attending university. So I have limited writing time. Plus lemons always take me a long time to write. To be perfectly honest this is longest lemon I've written, and I don't think it is as good as it can be. But it's the best I can do. And that is all we can do.
I want to thank Smarthiz I've just read your thoughts about Chapter 14 and its made me rethink how the next chapter of this story will play out, its going to be different but I think it will much better than the original plot :)
Chapter 15.
Akihito took in the sight before him with extraordinary calm, he seemed totally unfazed "Has the room been checked for any other surprises? Said Asami.
"Yes Asami-sama." Replied Suoh.
"So it's ok for me to start packing?" asked Akihito his voice was cool and dispassionate.
Suoh's eyes flickered to Akihito the young man was still as a statue, the only movement being a slow clenching of his fists. "Yes Takaba-san."
Akihito opened a draw and began to pull clothes out. Asami had expected a scene from Akihito, he was after all passionate, but perhaps Akihito was in shock. Being under surveillance was nothing new to Asami. He wasn't so angry about himself being observed but he was seething about the fact that this deluded zealot was watching Akihito. Akihito continued with his packing, it was only until he had finished packing the last bag that he that he turned to face Asami "Are you as angry as I think you are?"
"More."
Akihito smiled his large hazel eyes bright "Good."
In truth Akihito did not remember anything about the journey to Asami's penthouse. One minute he was at his aunt's apartment, the next he was in Asami's spacious penthouse, sitting on a leather sofa with a glass being pressed into his hand by Asami. He took a sip and grimaced at the taste, as the alcohol slipped down his throat. "Yuk! How can people drink this for pleasure?"
"That is a very expensive Scottish whiskey that you're drinking."
"Really, well I bet if it came in a medicine bottle you'd tip it down the sink." Akihito put the glass down and bounced over to the full length sliding glass doors, which led onto the balcony. "I hope you appreciate this great view." He paused for a minute and then spoke again "How long do you think Suzumebachi has been planning all of this? To do everything they and their group have done they must have been watching and planning for weeks if not months."
Asami couldn't answer Akihito's questions as it was one he had also grappled with, so had Kirishima, Akira and Suoh. They all wondered how they couldn't have noticed that they were being observed. But then the whole point of covert surveillance was to watch the target and avoid detection.
"And if he's been watching you all that time why didn't he deal with you then? Why all the drama? He said he wants to kill you would a well-aimed bullet would have done the job?" Akihito looked at Asami's reflection in the glass, the man had remained as still and silent as a basking serpent.
"There would no fun it that."
"Fun?"
"When a target is taken care of at a distance this is often done to ensure that there is no discernible connection between you and them. Sometimes it done that way because it more expedient or to send a message. There is nothing personal about such a method. But to get close to the target, to torment and terrify them now that is personal. To deal with them yourself is a clear display of the connection between you and them. To devise the method, to carry it out with your two hands and receive pleasure from your actions, that is the fun the Hornet seeks. Have I shocked you?
"No I don't think there is much about you that would shock me. I see who you are, I know who you are. I've known exactly what you are since the first time we met."
"Would you change me if you could?"
"No. I wouldn't change one thing about you. Anyway if you were to change you wouldn't be Asami Ryuichi anymore. I'm not sure the world would be able cope without you in it."
"Well the Hornet seems to think the world would be a better place without me in it."
Asami rose and made his way over to Akihito. In the glass Akihito could see his reflection get closer and closer, till Asami stood at Akihito's elbow. "Well this Hornet is a whack job so their opinion doesn't count. And…" Akihito folded his arms and looked down "The world would miss you. After all you've made such an impression on it. It would miss you if you weren't there."
"The world?"
"Yep the world." Akihito's hands rested on Akihito's shoulders, he felt Akihito body tremble beneath his touch. Just at that precise moment Asami's front door opened and a female voice called out for Asami and walked into the living area. "What can I do for you Nana-chan? And I do believe I said that key was only to be used in an emergency" He said through gritted teeth.
"Well you'll forgive me eventually. I wanted to meet Takaba-san." Nana turned her attention to Akihito and she hugged him. "You are so cute, just as Aya said. Oh and by the way I love the Kitty photo." She said with a grin.
"What Kitty photo is this?" enquired Asami.
"Nothing important." Said Akihito quickly.
"Where are my manners, I'm Suoh Nana. That handsome, big, blonde bear that follows this guy around is my husband."
"It's nice to meet you Suoh-san."
"Suoh-san is my husband, please call me Nana-chan everyone does. And your aunt tells me that you are a very good cook. So I thought that you might to like to go food shopping because he" she thumbed towards Asami "does not have enough food in this place to keep a small bird alive. He never eats proper meals. And there is no need to worry I have a full team of armed bodyguards downstairs."
Akihito looked at Asami "Go if you want."
"All right then."
"Good and on the way I'll tell you what Asami was like when he was young. Contrary to popular belief he didn't just appear in a designer suit ready to conquer the world."
Akihito went to get his coat, as Nana walked to the door Asami said "Nana how does Suoh resist the urge to sew your mouth shut?"
"Simple, he knows what else I can do with it."
After she returned with from shopping with Akihito Nana, caught up on some nursing journals that had been piling up, walked the dog, made dinner, watched TV and went to bed. She left her husband's dinner in the fridge, early starts and late nights were part and parcel of working for Asami Ryuichi. It was after midnight when Nana was awoken by the sounds of cutlery, cupboards and china clattering together. It was then followed by a string of expletives and the sound of the microwave. Nana smiled to herself as she went to greet her husband, Kazumi always tried not to wake her up when he came in late or very early, yet he always did. Suoh Kazumi was the perfect bodyguard, a silent, agile, ever present shadow. However at home he has broken more plates and tripped over the dog more times than Nana could count.
Nana found Kazumi sat at the dining table "Welcome home." She said as she wrapped her arms around her husband's neck.
"I didn't mean to wake you."
"It's fine. Tired?"
"Yeah."
"I'll run you a bath, and take this off then."
She unwrapped her arms from around his neck he turned to look at her. Nana was wearing a red silk negligee secured at her by a bow under her breasts. As she turned to make her way to the bedroom "Wait."Suoh picked Nana up princess style "That bow looks tricky, I'll help you with it."
"Why thank you Kazumi-kun." She said with a little smile.
Number Eleven was bored surveillance was not her favourite part of any operation. She was more skilled at extracting information, nevertheless she did as she was told. Since yesterday she had been sitting on Asami's building, the position of her car didn't give her a view of the penthouse. However she could see the front and was able to make a note of everyone who came and went. Earlier she had informed Number Three (who was Suzumebachi's second in command) of the arrival of Takaba Akihito. Akihito was important, Suzumebachi had chosen him to be the new Number Thirteen.
However what Number Eleven had failed to realise was that she was being watched. Suoh, Akira and some of Suoh's men spent most of the night combing through CCTV footage from the area around Ayame's home. The only thing of interest was a car that was caught by several different cameras. It showed up at various times and locations during the day and always at the same time as Akihito was there. It even followed him a couple of times to school and to work. Suoh had the licence plate ran and it came back that the plate had been reported stolen. Right now Suoh and Akira were a nearby building owned by Asami monitoring Number Eleven.
Flashback
Suoh and Kirishima made their way upstairs to Asami's penthouse (For Asami, Kirishima and Suoh all live in the same building) as Suoh had just been informed that the same car that had following Akihito was now parked close to the building. The three men sat in Asami's home office and Akira was on speaker phone (Suoh had told him not come rushing over as was his first thought, just in case the Drone was tipped off to the fact that they knew they were there), "Shall we bring her in for questioning?" Asked Suoh.
"No."
"I can make her talk Asami-sama." Said Akira
"Of that I have no doubt Akira, but right now I want her exactly where she is. Kirishima understands don't you?"
The cool bespectacled secretary took of his glasses and began to clean them, "I take it is time to watch the watchers?"
"Well turnabout is fair play. Put this Drone under surveillance, we'll use her to help us find the other Drones, we know that they will work in pairs, it's possible at some point she'll meet up with other Drones. And if not at least we have chance to find out where they are based, perhaps we'll even find the swarm leader himself. I want to know everything there is to know about them. How the communicate, who they are, where they meet, where they stay. Gentleman there is one thing we know for sure is that Suzumebachi doesn't like to get their hands dirty. They would rather direct the action at a distance. Why else create the Drones? Finding and eliminating the Drones will have three possible effects. First Suzumebachi will give up, but I strongly doubt that. Second the Hornet will be forced to retreat. The skills of the Drones must have taken years to develop, and it will probably take years to find replacements of the same calibre. And third is that it will force the Hornet himself to come out and actually get their hands dirty."
Flashback End
Suoh left the building via the back entrance and joined Akira in an empty apartment that gave perfect view of the Drone and her vehicle. As Suoh was calling his deputy to arrange surveillance teams, Akira kept an eye on Number Eleven. Akira mediated on Asami words, that the arrogance and over confidence would be the undoing of the Hornet and their followers. 'They had done this for so long and gotten away with it they believe that nothing can stop them. Over confidence and arrogance result in mistakes. And we will be there when they make them.'
Akira watched as his boss exited the building and got into the awaiting car. Akira turned the telescopic lens of his camera onto the Drone. And what he saw made him smile. He couldn't in all honesty work out if the women was arrogant or just plain stupid. Number Eleven drove after Asami. Akira turned to Suoh who now had finished his phone call and said "Let Kirishima know that he and Asami-sama are being tailed by the Drone. And tell him that were going to need fingerprint analysis." He grabbed a black bag and dashed out of the apartment. He wanted to get down there before the wind blew away the evidence. When on a stakeout Akira had been taught never leave anything behind that could identify you or prove you were there. He wondered if the Drone had not been taught this lesson, or if she had she forgotten or disregarded it because she simply believed that she could not be identified. He knelt down pulled on some latex gloves, and from his bag he took a plastic jar and some tweezers. He picked up the object she had tossed from the car and dropped it into the jar. When Akira saw her roll down the window and throw out a small white object he thought it was paper. It was in actual fact a chewing gum wrapper, wrapped around a freshly chewed piece of gum. A smile once again bloomed across his face, it was a smile that would have made the Devil shudder, and he made a mental note to ask Kirishima to have the gum analysed for DNA.
The surveillance operation began on Number Eleven, she eventually led the surveillance teams to some of the other Drones. And Asami's words rang true the Drones were skilled at observing, yet they seemed to take minimal precautions to prevent themselves from being from being observed or followed. In fact Asami's men couldn't not believe how easy it was, their targets were completely unaware of their presence. By the fourth day of the operation a total of seven Drones had been identified. Asami had had theorised that the Drones numbered between ten and fifteen. Too large a group and control would be hard to maintain, too small a group and the Hornet wouldn't be able to pull off their objectives. However though seven drones had been identified their actual identities were still a mystery. Either their identities had been erased like Sanada or Suzumebachi was very good at covering their tracks. The surveillance teams also made efforts to collect DNA samples and fingerprints.
On the fifth day of the operation Asami was in his office at Sion finishing off a call to one of his pet politicians. On a personal level Asami was not a fan of politicians. For a group of people that who in reality had very little power they always thought they had so much. At least the ones Asami dealt with did. The actual honest or incorruptible ones were kept in the lower or middle rungs of government by the men Asami dealt with. But he knew he shouldn't complain pliable politicians aided the smooth running of certain aspects of his business.
There was a knock at the door and in came Kirishima with two folders under his arm. "Asami-sama we have identify two of the Drones." Kirishima placed a folder in front of Asami. Asami opened the folder and took out the enclosed documents. "The women who was observed outside your home was identified as Tsukiyono Natsumi she has a criminal conviction for shoplifting in Tokyo that was in 2009 and for the prostitution the year before that. The records show that she was arrested in a raid of a brothel in 2010. She was interviewed, but there is no record of her being charged, realised, transferred or imprisoned. Tsukiyono just disappears. Two days later a corpse was found a dumpster. The hands were cut off, teeth missing and the face disfigured, body was identified as Tsukiyono by a butterfly tattoo on the small of her back. But the fingerprints of this women prove that she is Tsukiyono, it's just like in the case of Sanada faking the Drone's death to give them the freedom to move around. A background check shows that she was sold by her stepfather to a brothel to cover his debts to a local loan shark, when she was fifteen."
"It would seem that Akira and Shidou san's hypothesis was correct. The Drones are selected from those who bear a grudge against the Yakuza."
"I thought that to until I looked into the background of the only other Drone we have positively identified" Kirishima handed the second folder to Asami who pulled from it a copy of a missing persons report from 2006. "Katakura Tomu unlike Tsukiyono or Sanada he has no reason to hate the Yakuza, there is no connection either business or personal. By all account he was a devoted father and husband. He loved his job, had no personal or financial worries. There is no apparent reason for him to be doing what he is doing."
"I take it you have a theory to explain his behaviour?"
"Yes, according to the report Katakura's car was found in underground car park of his office building, there were signs of a struggle. Whoever he encountered it's clear that he didn't go with them willingly."
Asami glanced at the documents at hand "Katakura was a top forensic account?"
"Yes he was Asami-sama."
"If you wanted to navigate through the creative accounting practices of me or any of my contemporaries then a forensic account of Katakura's skill would be useful. We've seen how the Hornet can manipulate others to get what they want, perhaps that is what happened to Katakura. Katakura was a devoted father, husband and men have been known to do anything to protect their families. It's not unbelievable to think that Suzumebachi threatened them to gain Katakura's compliance."
"Asami-sama it has been many years since his abduction, if Katakura has identified or bonded with his captor he may not be easy to break, especially if he believes Suzumebachi to still be a threat to his family. From my observations Suzumebachi and their followers are similar to cult and their leader. And if so it might be easier to simply destroy them, rather than extract information from them."
"Perhaps, but it pleases me to use them against their leader. Keep digging I want to know how many of the Drones are like Katakura. They must have been chosen because they possess an ability the Hornet wants or needs. If all goes well we won't have to lift one finger to destroy the Drones Suzumebachi will do that themselves."
When Asami got home that night he was greeted by the sight of dinner or on the table and Akihito wearing a boxer shorts and a t-shirt curled up on the sofa watching T.V. "Your back then I left you some dinner." Asami took off his shoes, slung his jacket over the back of the sofa and loosened his tie.
"You didn't have to."
"I wanted to, I don't like the idea of being a freeloader. Plus according to Nana you don't eat enough, judging by the look of your kitchen cabinets I have to agree, you had enough food here to keep a small bird alive. And by the way alcohol does not count as a food group."
Akihito went back to watching T.V. and Asami ate in silence. When he was finished Akihito asked how it was "You're a pretty good cook."
"I had to be my mother is not exactly a domestic goddess."
Asami went to his room got undressed and got into the shower. The icy spray hit him as he tried to get himself under control. Asami knew that Akihito thought he had destroyed his piece of mind. But if anything it was the other round. Asami kept catching himself thinking of Akihito throughout the day, it was both a annoying and intensely pleasurable all at the same time. When he came home this evening he fought the desire take Akihito there and then. Akihito was clad in only a pair of boxer shots and another eye catching bright orange t-shirt. And Asami was reminded of their first encounter. Of the desire to peel away the air of mystery around the youth. As well as the t-shirt and boxer shorts to closer inspect Akihito's pale skin and delicate limbs.
As soon as Asami was out of sight Akihito switched off the television, went into the guest room he was occupying and collected his sketch pad and favourite graphite drawing pencils. He sat cross legged on an ottoman and proceeded to sketch the first thing that came to mind. Sketching always calmed his nerves. For being in Asami's home had made him feel on edge. The penthouse would have accommodated both of his previous homes several times over, Akihito felt as he was just rattling around the apartment. It was just so big that he wondered how the wealthy justified having this much space for one person. But then if you have the money and can afford the best why not have it? Akihito resisted the urge to check out anywhere but his room and the communal areas, after all a good houseguest doesn't invade their host's privacy. No matter how curious they were.
Akihito carried on with his sketch, trying to take his mind off Asami. The man had the most incredible physique. The great sculptors of the renaissance would have lined up in droves to immortalise him in marble. Akihito had to admit his interest in Asami's body was not purely artistic. So the thought that not far from him was a naked, dripping wet Asami did nothing to calm his nerves.
Asami came back out in to the living area a towel round his hops "Don't forget to turn the lights off when you're finished"
"Um, yes, could you… could you? Would do something for me?"
Asami looked on as Akihito stuttered, mumbled and blushed like a virgin on their wedding night. Would you pose for me?
"How would you like me?"
Akihito waved a hand towards the sofa in front of him "Whatever position you're comfortable in."
The towel around Asami's waist dropped to the ground and he padded over to the sofa and stretched out on it. Akihito swallowed hard, turned to a fresh page and picked up a pencil, he held in so tight he thought he might break it. He honestly thought that Asami would have turned him down, but he had agreed and Akihito got his first really up close look at Asami. He was broad chested, thin flanked, his limbs were long and toned. Asami's dark hair stood out in stark contrast to his skin. Those dark hairs dusted his chest and trailed down in his body. This was the type of body one achieves through hard work and dedication. And it was obvious how proud Asami was of his work. Stretched out as he was Akihito could but help be reminded of Mars in Botticelli's Venus and Mars. As Akihito studied Asami so too did Asami study him. He saw that Akihito breathing had sped up and the boy was making a conscious effort to control it. That Akihito's eyes darted across his body, and that each time they got close to a certain portion of his anatomy they darted away.
Akihito got off the Ottoman and knelt close to Asami and Akihito brushed his hand. Taking Asami's silence for consent Akihito's fingers glided over Asami's hand, he noted that his knuckles were bruised and a little swollen, but he thought no more about it as he followed the veins in Asami's hand up his wrist and to his arm. Akihito could feel the rippling muscles under Asami's skin, there were scars on Asami right arm, but that didn't bother to Akihito scars are the emblem of survivors. Akihito reached Asami's collar bone, his hand cupped Asami's neck, beneath his thumb he could feel Asami's Adam's apple rise and fall, could feel the pulse in his neck. Akihito's thumb brushed against Asami's lower lip. Asami's eyes darkened and Akihito knew exactly what he was doing. Asami was a pure predator. There were no visible gentle edges, no discernible soft spots. Akihito was rousing a devil and if it took him it wouldn't let him go. Akihito was prodding a sleeping dragon and but he didn't care he was going to get what he wanted and damn the consequences.
Asami took hold of Akihito's wrist and pulled it taught, his tongue slowly swirled over Akihito's pulse, then he bit down Akihito winced but Asami's tongue immediately soothed the sting. He repeated the same processes again and again along the inside of Akihito's wrist and palm. Akihito couldn't tell you how long this lasted for, because all his attention was focused on Asami. Asami half pulled half lifted Akihito on top of him. One arm encircled Akihito's waist and the other around his neck. Asami brought Akihito's mouth to his. Akihito gripped Asami's shoulders as Asami delivered one drugging kiss after another. The feeling of Akihito's nails biting into him spurred Asami on. The kisses got deeper, his teeth and tongue got to work assaulting Akihito's senses.
Asami sat up and repositioned Akihito to that he straddled his lap. Asami pulled Akihito's t-shirt off and threw it to the floor. His hands roamed across Akihito's pale flesh with all the need of a starving man. His fingers kneaded Akihito's shoulders, caressed his back, he spent time on that scar the only thing that could be said to mar the perfection of Akihito's body. But it didn't bother Asami in the least or in his mind detract from Akihito's beauty, after all he had collection of scars himself. Akihito threw his head back breathless moans escaping his lips. Akihito's arms relaxed, he could feel Asami's growing erection underneath him. Once again Asami manipulated Akihito's body so that the young man lay across his lap. One of Asami's hands fisted in Akihito's hair and he indulged himself in the feel of the silken strands. The other hand forged a path encircling Akihito's nipples, Asami used his breath to tease the rosy peaks to harden even further. Asami's hand travelled down Akihito's sternum and then down to the sensitive flesh at the base of Akihito's stomach. And did this over again, Akihito's grip around Asami's shoulder tightened. Through gritted teeth Akihito cried out in frustration. " I'm not a toy."
"Yes you are, you're my favourite toy. Your body is my personal playground. I want to memorise every part of it. To learn what makes you beg. What makes you scream." Akihito's breath was ragged he wanted Asami to do something. There was undoubtedly more, but he wasn't sure he could take more but at the same time he wanted it. Akihito's inhibitions were slipping and the wildness within him growing, as he ground into Asami's lap he could feel Asami's cock throbbing and growing. Asami himself wanted to push Akihito beyond the limits of control he had spent years building. Asami captured Akihito's lips, his hand began to pump Akihito's eager erection and the boy bucked and arched his back in pleasure. Asami's thumb stroked the slit, spreading glistening pre cum over the head. Asami's actions brought Akihito to his first orgasm of the night with his cries being swallowed up by Asami.
Asami carried Akihito to his bedroom, and deposited him on the white cotton of the king size bed that dominated the room. Asami dragged Akihito's boxer shorts from his body. He laid between Akihito's thighs and spread them as wide as Akihito's body would allow, his hands parted the cheeks of Akihito's perfectly round arse. Revealed was that round rosy ring that he'd been fantasising about. Akihito's breathing sped up, there was a heady mix of desire and fear in the air. Asami's mouth swooped down on Akihito like a bird of prey. The skill of Asami's lips and tongue drove Akihito wild. He tried to back away from Asami to escape the overwhelming sensations. But from Asami came a deep reverberating growl he gripped Akihito's leg pinning him in place. After a while Asami tongue strayed to explore Akihito's balls, it swirled underneath, around and between seeking the most tender and sensitive spots. All Akihito could do was trash his head side to side and claw at the sheets. He never thought it was possible to feel this much, each touch seemed to push him higher than the one before. Asami mouth then alighted on Akihito's aching erection. Asami ministrations were slow and deliberate, his fingers encircled the base of Akihito's cock he didn't want the boy to come to soon.
Asami wanted Akihito desperate for him. So desperate that he would forget his fear and all his inhibitions, so that all that would matter to him would be his own arousal, and the one person who could fulfil it. Asami couldn't help but he caught up and aroused by the idea of taking someone so controlled and striping all that away.
The ability to form speech had been driven from Akihito. What he was feeling couldn't really be articulated, you had to feel it to really know it. In place of speech was a collection of breathless moans and half formed words. Asami relented his assault when he flipped Akihito on to his stomach. Akihito felt Asami's hands encircle his waist and pull him towards him. He could feel Asami's rock hard length pressing against him. And for the first time he wondered if he would be able to accommodate Asami. "Is this what you want?" Before Akihito could even form a reply Asami began to ease into Akihito, he went slowly giving Akihito's body time to accustom itself to Asami's invasion. As Asami went deeper and deeper he could feel the stretching of Akihito's muscles, coupled with the exquisite grip of them it threatened to rob Asami of his self-control as he sheathed himself inside Akihito all the way to the hilt.
He fought the impulse to take Akihito the way he wanted to – hard and fast. The pace he set was deep and slow intended to drive Akihito crazy. He wanted to the boy to feel what he felt and revisit it upon him tenfold. It worked as Akihito tried to crawl out from under Asami, Asami's fingers bit deeper into his flesh. "Don't move." Asami's voice was roughed by lust. "You're so tight." Asami hips pulled back slowly and then drove forward. Akihito felt as if his whole body had been set alight, there was an edge of pain as Asami locked himself inside Akihito's body. The feeling of the almost too tight invasion was wonderful, it caused Akihito to arch his hips inviting Asami to give him more, and he felt as if he was being burned from the inside out.
Both of them were so caught up in sensation that words were lost to them, Akihito released one guttural cry after another. Asami's snarl was animalistic as he leaned forward stretching his body over Akihito. One hand fisted in the young man's hair exposing his neck and the other secured Akihito's dripping erection within its grasp. Asami drew back his hips and entered Akihito. Asami's tongue meandered along the scar on Akihito's neck, then he bit deep into the tender flesh. Akihito scream of pleasure and pain was blended into one, it was unlike anything Asami had ever heard. He could taste sharp coppery tang of Akihito's blood. One thing he was now sure of was that once would not be enough.
A thousand erotic images passed through Asami's mind, he thought of all the things he could teach Akihito. And those thoughts fed another emotion – greed. Asami was not a greedy man, but he wanted everything Akihito was, right from the top of head to the tips of toes. Asami wanted to burrow into Akihito's heart and soul, and for the boy never to be able to remove him. What Asami felt he wanted no one else to experience, he wanted to be only person to see Akihito this way, the only person to be able to drive all thought from Akihito's mind. Akihito's keening plea was embodied in one word - Ryuichi. All barriers were dropped and he called out Asami's name with all the fervency of a prayer, like it was only word he knew. Asami would bind Akihito to him. He wanted to be, no he was going to be Akihito's first, last and only.
Asami had instructed him not to move, and even though Asami's hold on him was strong Akihito couldn't help but move. There was nothing he could do about the way his hips arched, there was nothing he could do to help the way his muscles gripped and kneaded Asami. Who with each thrust reached deeper and deeper inside Akihito. The sensations from that incredible friction reverberated though both of them.
Akihito felt Asami's swollen erection inside him, locking them together. Akihito's cries echoed around the room and so too did the sound of flesh against flesh, as Asami's balls hit Akihito's flesh. Their rough caresses combined with those of Asami's hand, Akihito knew that his release was not far off. Asami's harsh breathing and Akihito breathless pleas melded together they both stood upon the edge, and only a little more would send them tumbling over it. Akihito's orgasm tore through his body. Wave after wave swept through him each one stronger than the one before. He arched his hips trying to draw more of Asami into him.
Asami's cry mirrored Akihito's. His own release was brutal, a fire burned its way along his spine, and it centred in his gut. As Akihito's perfect channel gripped and squeezed, milking the semen from his body. There was a cascade of explosions throughout his whole body. This should have satisfied him but it didn't, his body was refusing to be totally sated. He could feel his hunger growing again. Akihito breath was ragged as he fought to steady himself, to regain control. He never thought that it was possible for him to trust someone that much, and to give himself up to them. But Asami seemed to have a way of demolishing his defences. Akihito was afraid not of Asami but of himself, of getting lost in that maze of pleasure that Asami constructed. Akihito knew that he had gone past the point of no return, he couldn't blame Asami for all, and he had done his fair amount of seducing. He closed his eyes trying to shut off the pounding of his heart. This feeling was addictive, Asami was addictive, no amount of solo activity could compare to the sensations that Asami drew from him. Instinctively he felt that no one else would even come close to eliciting the sensations that Asami conjured from within him. And what about Asami? Was he satisfied? Was he pleased?
Asami's tongue traced a path up Akihito's spine. Asami eased out of Akihito rolled on to his back, taking Akihito with him. Akihito lay across Asami chest, he could hear the man's heart beating strong and steady. "Was I okay? I didn't really know what I was doing I kind of just trusted to instinct." Akihito blushed, snuggled deeper into Asami's chest, not wanting the man to see just how embarrassed he felt.
"Then I look forward to experiencing some more of your instincts. You can't get better than you are you just become more skilled," One of Asami's hands down the curve of Akihito's back, Asami fingers began to slowly, rhythmically massage Akihito's rear. They rubbed in slow, lazy circles, then his fingers made their way to over to and slid into the cleft of Akihito's buttocks. All thought was stricken from Akihito's mind as Asami's fingers began their intimate exploration, they teased and stroked. Asami rough whispers and dirty talk heighted the need within Akihito to feel Asami once again inside him. Akihito understood now why Sudoh had been so hung up on Asami, why his mother went from man to man. He now understood why the whole world made such a fuss about sex. It would be so easy to get addicted to this. To give up reason and logic for pure desire.
As the first rays of the morning sun stole their way through their way in Asami pulled Akihito on top of him. Akihito looked down at Asami impressive erection, his body hummed with pleasure at the thought of having Asami inside him again. Once more Akihito let instinct run wild. Ever so slowly he lowered himself on to Asami cock, the broad head pushed into him. Asami's smile was wolfish, and his eyes gleamed brightly at Akihito. Akihito braced himself by placing his hands on Asami shoulders, he threw his head back in pleasure and laughed. He had to admit he loved the feeling of Asami inside his body, wither the man was moving or not it didn't matter, it just made him feel so full, consumed even.
Asami's stokes were slow and easy, the rhythm was soon picked up by Akihito. Asami stretched him slowly, his cock moved through Akihito's tight clenching muscles. The friction stole reason from them both. This wasn't the fierce, feral possession of the night before, this was sensual, decadent. All the while Akihito's hazel eyes were locked with Asami's gold. Asami wouldn't let him look away, it seemed to turn Asami on. He enjoyed watching the different emotions that weld up within Akihito. Fear and lust duelled with one another vying for control, lust and need would overwhelm fear, but the battle would begin again as fear refused to be completely subdued. And there was also a little anger in Akihito's eyes.
That didn't surprise Asami after all this little feral Kitten was so used to being in control, to be stripped of that control Asami could understand the anger Akihito felt. Akihito wasn't simple, he was complex and not wholly predictable. A combination that should have been a turn off to a man used to surrender and obedience in his lovers. In fact it wasn't at all it spurred Asami's desire to completely possess Akihito.
The sun had risen in the sky, and Asami along with it as he had a mid-morning meeting attend. Akihito who was exhausted could do little more than return Asami's kiss and snuggle back into the mattress. Around lunchtime Akihito made his way to Asami's on suite and relaxed in Asami huge free standing bath. The hot water began to work its magic on his sore body. His ached all over , but it actually felt good it felt like a brand, the ache in his body made him feel like he belonged to Asami. But Akihito pushed that thought away as quickly as it had surfaced, he wasn't going to be staying with Asami forever and it would only be a matter of time before Asami got bored. For man who made love with all vigour he did it would be natural for Asami to have or need multiple partners. And for some reason being one of many didn't sit well with Akihito. If had a relationship with someone he wanted to be the centre of their world, as he would make them his. But Akihito wasn't going to complain or rail against the situation. He would make Asami aware that he knew how things worked and for now he would enjoy himself. As long as he could walk away with some of his pride intact, he'd would be okay.
Akihito got dressed, picked up his clothes from the night before that were strewn around the living area. He went to the kitchen to see about whipping up something to eat. As he began to search the fridge, his phone began to ring. Not recognising the number Akihito was in two minds if he should answer the phone, but in the end he did. "Hello?" he said tentatively.
"Aki it's me." Said a bright feminine voice.
"What?" Akihito was confused, he couldn't quite place the voice though it sounded familiar.
"Akihito don't you recognise your own mother's voice?"
That's it I'm done for today. I hope you all had a good holiday season. Leave your thoughts and CONSTRUCTIVE ONLY criticism. Will be working on my other story now, but I have no idea when I'll update but it will happen at some point. As I have revision and a literature review to be getting on with for university.