His heart was beating fast. His breathing was even faster. It was always like this when the lights above the stage blinked on and there before his very eyes, stood the love of his life. Asami Ryuichi. Lead singer and front man of the heavy metal band Sion. He could see those golden eyes roaming over the crowd. Just like always, those golden eyes were searching for him. He gave a little wave but this time, Asami did not return it. In fact, it was like those golden eyes didn't even notice him. No, this time they were focused on some bimbo who was sitting right dab in front of the stage. His fake blue eyes narrowed as he took in the blond's messy appearance. What possibly could have attracted Asami's attention to that?
Shock shortly followed by the stirrings of anger wove their way through him as Asami threw his jacket out into the audience and it landed right in the boy's lap. Asami never, ever did that. His suits cost in the upwards of thousands of dollars yet he had just given it to that bimbo. The anger began to simmer as Asami helped the boy into the vest and tied the tie with the butterflies on it around one of the little slut's wrists. That was Asami's favourite tie! His anger went from a simple simmer to a full blown boil as Asami grinded his ass into the blond's groin. That should be his groin! He would have to do something about that boy.
*VF*
He held the newly autographed photo to his chest as he smiled down at the love of his life. They chatted for a bit but then he had to take up his place behind the members of Sion. The lower masses rushed into the autographing session. He laughed silently to himself as they all made fools of themselves by claiming to be the number one fan of Sion and vied for the position of Sion groupie. They were all unworthy of that role. He was the only one who could be a Sion groupie. Being a Sion groupie meant that one always had to be available to the group and he was always available. Not that any of the members had ever spent a night with him. He frowned at that. His thoughts were distracted by the sight of his love's personal bodygaurds coming in. He frowned as he realized that they had not been doing their job of protecting his beloved Asami.
He would have to put them in their place later. He was about to turn his gaze back to Asami when he noticed the blond hair. Those fools had been protecting some bimbo that Asami had been making eyes at earlier? He could not think of a punishment severe enough for that. Soon his anger at the dumb guards turned back on to the bimbo. Asami was asking him for a date and kissing him so deeply. Jealousy bit him hard. That little slut was trying to steal his man.
*VF*
He followed Asami to the blond slut's apartment. His eyes widened at the sight that greeted Asami at the door. The boy was a cross dresser! This just proved that the boy was not good enough for his Asami. Rage boiled inside him as he followed them all through their date. Tears fell from his eyes when Asami took the boy home with him. He waited all night for the boy to leave but he never did. Two days later and that stupid bimbo was still in his Asami's apartment. Fucking his Asami. Asami's ass belonged to him! It was his ass to plow! "ASAMI'S ASS IS MINE!" He shouted. Thankfully no one was around to hear his outburst and think him strange. Kill. He would have to kill the boy.
It was the third night after the date that the boy finally left Asami's apartment. He followed the boy home. He stood there in the dark alley filled with the desire to kill the slut who tried to steal his man. But now was not the time. He wanted to destroy the slut first. Destroy him before he killed him. When the boy left his apartment an hour later, bag in hand, he followed. A nasty smile filled his face as he took in the building the boy went into. It didn't take much to bribe the bouncer to let him in. He chose a table that had a good view of the stage but was not to close. He watched performer after performer. The blond slut was the last to preform. And as the boy preformed, he took picture after picture of the slut's performance.
That night he went home with a smile for the first time in a long time. When his love saw those photos, he would leave that slut and come back to him. Where he belonged. He took a photo of Asami down and he took his hard cock in his hand. He thought about all the ways he would have to punish Asami for his behaviour with the blond. Asami's body would be soft and pliant beneath his own. He came with Asami's name on his lips. Sudou grinned as he thought about how he would soon be filling Asami instead of his hand.