Note: Once again, I just want to say an extreme heart felt thank you to those who are still reading this fic, or have given it a try, to those who comment, kudos, review, you know how it goes.

This fic is extremely special to me, more than any other, and I never thought it would ever garner this much response, I am extremely lucky to have the readers that I do, not only for this fic, but for every thing I write. Guess I should mention that I have more Mikhito fics planned after this XD because Mikhail unf, and sorry if this spoils for some people BUT HE IS BACK AND MY LIFE IS COMPLETE.

Now on to the fucking butt smut *heavy breathing* Thank you to solluna for looking at it for me before posting.

Getting into the secure parking complex next to his building seemed to take double the usual time now they were here, everything seemed to be slowing down, the black steel gate rolled across on its wheels at a maddening pace, and once Mikhail barged through he parked in one of the parks designated to him that was closest to his private elevator. Going through the ground floor lobby would only take up yet more time.

Akihito followed behind him in the dark with his hands shoved in his pockets and a furtive glance around the lot before the lift doors opened with a harsh ting that ramped up their invasive silence.

They both wanted this regardless of their little communication hiccup, and Mikhail couldn't help the wicked smile that tugged at his lip as the elevator went up and up, Akihito's own self-conscious grin and blossoming pink cheeks only made the air that much more electric.

"Haha, I feel like this is high school all over again." Akihito grumbled as he scratched the nape of his neck in an effort to cover his shyness. Fuck, he was so cute. How Mikhail hadn't managed to jump his bones before this was a testament to how afraid he was of the beating his mom would give him if he'd done anything of the sort.

The lift announced its arrival to his floor, the top floor, with another charging ting, erasing any thoughts of his old lady and tunneling his vision to the only thing that mattered right now.

The steel doors opened, and that's when all the static finally discharged.

"I'll show you something so much better than high school." The Russian replied under his breath before he swept Akihito from the elevator.

By the time he reached the luxurious, polished oak doors framed by small marble columns that served as the entrance to his baroque style apartment; he already had Akihito's legs around his waist and those slender tattooed arms grasping at his neck as he worked at the silken skin of Akihito's throat.

Soft panting sounded in his ear, lightly muscled legs held on tighter to his waist and quivered with the effort, and holy shit, a few kisses to the neck and Akihito was already putty in his hands. The artist was so malleable and even though he wanted to find out what got Akihito going; he knew what got him going now, too. He was going to enjoy this.

It was fucking lucky the entrance key in his pocket worked from a distance, because the door unlocked on his approach and all he had to do was back into it and they were in his apartment at last.

There was no time to show Akihito around, fuck that, seriously. His place was expansive even though it was only him that lived here, the entire floor was his, it was luxurious and more than he needed, but he'd worked hard for it so he'd make a point of showing Akihito around in the morning.

Right now he was to busy rutting Akihito up against the wall as he absentmindedly kicked his shoes off, the soft thunk in the darkness between heavy breaths announced Akihito shucking off his own somehow too.

"Haa, sorry for the intrusion." Came the preoccupied formality, and could this person seriously get any cuter? Mikhail fucking hoped not, because it was enough to throw him off his game and have him smiling against Akihito's neck as his heart thumped, because this person was inside his fucking home and he liked it a lot…

"Mhm." was his reply as he issued more soft kisses to that racing pulse, "You Japanese and your funny customs. Intrude all you want." And even he could hear the fondness in his own voice. He was a goddamn goner. "Welcome home." He might as well finish himself off and reply in kind even though he was only talking against Akihito's skin.

Akihito's fingers with those battle scars and the skill to create that image of him on that damn napkin raked up through his hair as their half assed conversation continued, "T-thanks. Nnn, you know… Japanese customs?" was Akihito's next breathless query.

Mikhail answered in between more kisses as he weaved his way to the bedroom in the familiar darkness, "Some… I have a Japanese… friend… though he's not anywhere near as delightful as you." Delightful and that person didn't even belong on the same damn planet, he thought to himself as he sat on the bed and let Akihito straddle his hips.

He wondered if Akihito still had the courage to pursue now it was all happening, so he dropped back on the bed to admire their position, because Akihito's flush face and kiss swollen lips were in full view as moon light streamed through the balcony doors from the foot of the bed.

That blonde mop of hair was a mess already from their sky diving endeavor, but something about it being in a bedroom made it so much more enticing, this was a position he could get used to, that was for sure.

"Sweet. M-maybe I could meet him some day." And there it was... the uncertain comment that he'd normally have thought coy and endearing, if it weren't for the actual suggestion which wouldn't happen in a millions years.

"Fuck no." Mikhail spat back without thinking, "He'll probably want to take you from me, over my dead fucking body. You're mine." He'd run his hands up Akihito's lean thighs and dug his fingers in without thinking in his possessiveness, but before he could realize his apparent non-mistake; Akihito was already attacking him anew with a self-satisfied laugh before their lips connected properly. And okay, he'd make a note of being possessive again if Akihito liked it enough to laugh like that.

"That was cute." Akihito eventually giggled to him as they rolled around on the bed to change position.

"Cute!?" he found himself bristling back as he moved up in between those spread legs and splayed Akihito out before him, blonde hair tumbled against his white sheets, and Akihito was still laughing teasingly at him even as he pinned those tattooed hands down with his own in mock threat.

"You won't think I'm cute when I'm fucking you, all you'll really be able to think about is how good it feels." And his own hot tease was enough to wipe the look off Akihito's face, enough to make him squirm underneath and whine in distraction as Mikhail rolled his hips down in emphasis.

Their silly small talk was forgotten then, at fucking last as Mikhail took the lead and set to work on memorizing Akihito's body. Those hands buried themselves back in his hair once more as he kissed his way down to that trim waistline to push the shirt up.

Akihito was so damn sensitive, Mikhail didn't even know where to begin, but he knew he'd hit the jackpot with a body like this to play with.

The way that limber body shuddered as fingers brushed his already hardened nipples, the way he arched off the bed as Mikhail palmed at his jeans, the breathlessness as he undressed him, those increasingly tight hands in his hair that were holding on for dear life.

Visions of a moon lit Akihito on display before him on his bed, out of breath with glazed eyes were going to plague him every time he shut his eyes.

"Fuck. You are not allowed to be this sexy." He declared as Akihito let go of his hair so he could sit back and admire his prize. His own pulse was thumping in his throat, his own breathing heavy and his blood hot. Twitching urges tickled his fingers as he longed to dive back in and explore, to touch and taste and claim because this was all his.

Moonlight from outside give that smooth skin a silver sheen, the highlighted scars glowed eerily; and he vowed to find out how Akihito got every single damn one of them.

Small dips and curves of his collar bones that he longed to savor, the lines of his ribs shifting with each writhing breath, the way those tattooed arms moved like darkness amidst the pastel light; leading up to that dragon that kept its permanent vigil of strength on Akihito's shoulder, and the serene Koi fish on the other that kept this person grounded and level headed.

It was all some sort of visual hypnotism that rendered him motionless.

But the scrutiny only flamed the color in Akihito's cheeks more, made him more self conscious because Mikhail knew the look on his face must have been pure hunger. "Oi, it's rude to stare." Akihito uttered under a hand that'd just gone up to his face to hide it. "You… it's your turn now."

Mikhail couldn't help but laugh, couldn't help but want to tease Akihito more and more, after all; Akihito thought he was attractive enough to draw on a napkin outside a coffee shop, he'd seen Akihito eyeing his forearms, his chest and his hands on more than one occasion, and now he was going to see the rest.

"Watch then… Akihito."

He locked eyes with hazel ones staring up at him as he took his clothes off slowly, saw the curiosity, lust and passion peak as he worked at undoing his belt, watched those eyes widen as he bared his body and threw his shirt aside to face him equally as exposed.

"Oh my god…." Akihito deadpanned and he clenched those crimson fists in his own hair this time. "You… are so… ugh. I don't even think I could draw a body that perfect. That is not fair."

Of course that would swell Mikhail's ego, as well as other parts of him, fuel his vanity and have him chuckling as Akihito eyed him over, a compliment had never been so damn good.

"It's yours, touch me, Akihito." Came his low prompt as he picked up Akihito's hands, drew him up, closer because he didn't want to be far apart anymore, and placed those soft fingers against his chest.

The silent eye contact they held breached the quiet as Akihito's hands gingerly explored, rubbing up and outwards, back down to his stomach and further down to trace his pelvic muscles, increasing the heat between the two of them.

He let Akihito go on despite his waning self-restraint, the touches became automatic, instinctive movements of an artist drawing lines and painting the picture in his head. This is what Mikhail wanted, the real reverence, he wanted Akihito to admire the real him, not some ideal drawing on a soft bit of paper, and it was happening.

Hands continued to roam, up his back, across his shoulders and down his arms to entwine with his fingers, Akihito held on and squeezed, and looked up to him for reassurance as he did so. "Misha…" the whisper echoed through out the room and up Mikhail's spine. His name had never sounded so real in his life, there was actual meaning there, acknowledgment on an equal level, something no one else had ever given him.

Like the roller coaster this night already was, with its ups and downs, gut wrenching drops and butterfly inducing highs; Mikhail plummeted once more as his control finally snapped at that call of his name.

This primal need took over then, he pinned Akihito to the bed with his body, with more messy dry rutting as he kissed him, clashing teeth filled with urgency and the desperation for more pressure. He wanted it to go faster and slower all at the same time, wanted to savor this and pay attention to each moan he drew out, but at the same time his own desires drowned it all out, and Akihito only egged him on by bucking up against him, drawing more friction with his thighs tight around his waist and fingers digging into his arms.

"Are you clean?" he still had sense enough to ask into the shell of Akihito's ear as he pushed briefs down, as he wrapped his hand around Akihito's dick and pumped slowly, feeling it swell with the stimulation and grow firmer at his touch. And fucking hell, the way that delicate jaw fell open with a choked gasp should definitely be illegal.

"Mm, yeah." The Japanese managed to huff in between panting breaths.

"Clean, clean?" he emphasized again, because there was only one-way Mikhail wanted to do this, but he needed to be sure.

Hazel eyes clouded with arousal cleared in acknowledgement for a moment, and that adorable mess of a bedhead nodded in another confirmation.

"Do you… trust me enough when I say I am too?" Mikhail managed to breathe out, he was nearly too far-gone to wait for an answer, who would have thought Akihito could manage to make him lose it too.

He did register another shy nod as Akihito wrapped himself tighter around him in assurance.

"Good, cos by the time I'm done, I'll have marked you mine, Akihito. And once you're mine; you can never truly be clean again…"

That greedy part of him wanted to brand Akihito, so that the whole world would know that he was with Mikhail Arbatov. Akihito's existence would never be the same, his life would forever be tainted with the fact that his partner is the leader of the Russian Bratva. He should feel guilt for dragging Akihito in, remorse maybe for some of the things Akihito might go through, but there was none of the sort, he knew Akihito could handle it; he was strong, willful and feisty, and not naïve to danger.

So no, instead there was this sense of urgency to hurry it up, this unsightly craving to dirty Akihito even further, so that the lines between their lives were so blurred that there was no way to tell the difference ever again.

Actions always spoke louder than any words ever could, tonight he would show Akihito exactly what he meant.

And he did, he unraveled them both into an incoherent, sweating, mess as Mikhail sucked on Akihito's neck, his collarbones, his chest, and traced his hand down in between Akihito's legs.

The ache in his groin throbbed, his own breathing hitched at hearing Akihito's stuttered breath as he ran his fingers, wet with lubrication from his nightstand, over Akihito's entrance.

Mikhail's head was spinning, on this drug worthy high because it was clear Akihito hadn't been touched in a long time, and even more clear that he'd never been touched with skilled hands, and deep down, in some extremely domineering part of him; he liked the fact, more than he should.

As he prepared him, his fingers pumping in, adding in one after another, scissoring, circling and curling until he found the spot that made his lover utter his name again, he couldn't suppress the his own desire for even more intimacy, this insane urge to be closer, he needed more contact, needed to kiss him more, harder.

He needed to be deeper inside, and the way Akihito clenched his legs together in want around his hand told him that the artist needed it too, but just didn't know how to ask for it, yet.

As he positioned himself, he smirked inwardly; because it was the typical top and bottom position, the most ordinary way people could fuck, but as he pushed the head of his dick into that velvet heat, feeling that stretched ring of muscle give way so he could glide in tight inch by tight inch until their hips were flush; he decided it that right now it was the best instead.

Mikhail could face him, press their foreheads together as he quelled his urge to drive forward with everything he had; because Akihito was so fucking hot inside, so tight, so soft and he wanted to move – he craved that stimulation and friction, so much so he that his muscles were already clenching for the movement.

Still they managed to smile in between panting kisses and shared breaths as Akihito adjusted to his size, could touch chest-to-chest, groin-to-groin, and skin-to-skin.

And just as he was wondering how long it was going to take for Akihito to find his sassy mouth again, to flare up with that cheekiness that drove him crazy and say something daring; Akihito beat him to it.

"What was that about making me feel so good, that I won't think you're cute anymore?" and to add to it, Akihito clenched down around him and pulled him in ever further with the most mind blowing rock of his hips that had Mikhail groaning in the crook of Akihito's neck as he got exactly what he needed.

Exhilaration at the challenge forced the growl up his throat as he regained control, made his dick throb and had a feral smile splitting his face because fuck, even in bed Akihito was so much fun.

"You little shit, I'll show you." But his rumble had no harshness in it whatsoever.

Before Akihito could laugh back, or get another one of those sassy ass remarks out; Mikhail was already grinding down, angling his hips and pulling a moan from Akihito's mouth that made Mikhail see stars because he could get off on that reaction alone.

Sweat slicked their skin as Mikhail kept moving, rolling his hips forward and burying himself over and over, he started off slow and deliberate, but Akihito's moans grew in volume, they turned into gasps of 'oh god', 'so good' and the cry of his name in his ear again and again, and it only made his own need desperate.

Now he was snapping his hips forward as he gripped the soft skin of Akihito's ass to draw him nearer, groaning in Akihito's mouth and shuddering in pleasure as Akihito's insides stroked him up and down his length, skin slid across skin, nails raked down his back and Akihito met his thrusts with needy bucks of his hips as they both frantically sought out more friction.

"I need, ngh, I need." Akihito managed to break away and find his voice, hoarse and utterly wrecked and fuck if Mikhail hadn't heard anything more erotic than that.

"You need what? Tell me, I'll give it to you." He'd stopped to stare Akihito dead in the eye, to lock him down with his gaze and keep them both teetering on the edge of what was going to be an earth shattering release.

"T-touch me."

"Hm, thought you'd never ask."

Then, the whole world fell away as he pushed them both into bliss, all there was as he jerked Akihito in his hand and thrust forward was the heat coiling in his groin and the goose bumps up his spine.

The vision of Akihito's mouth falling open in a silent cry as he arched off the bed and gripped at the sheets as he came was so fucking ethereal that he'd probably have dreams about it.

Akihito clenched around him, his entire body quaking with pleasure and drew Mikhail's out too.

Mikhail heard himself groan long and low somewhere in the back of his head behind all the pleasure, felt hips stutter, felt the heat of his release spread through Akihito's insides as the tension uncoiled up through his body and all the way down to his fingers and toes as he fucked Akihito slowly to wring every last drop from them both.

All there was for a while was the sound of heavy breathing as they tried to regain themselves with Mikhail issuing more kisses to Akihito's the rhythm of Akihito's heart. That was until Akihito tried and failed to stifle a laugh under his hands.

"What?" Mikhail deadpanned as he pulled out and fell to the side, catching Akihito off guard because as he did so he pulled the smaller man on top of him so that their chests were now stuck together with sweat among other things. They really should get cleaned up, Mikhail knew, but he still couldn't help but want to be close, to keep touching, and what better way to do that than this, even if he had no idea if this was okay or not.

But Akihito was laughing again, looking up at him with this cheeky sarcasm that only made him squeeze the firm body in his arms tighter.

"I was just thinking, we are like, one of those cliché movie couples that fuck real intense and then probably cuddle or something, and then you just did that, haha. Fuck, I'm good." And those pearly white teeth flashed a smile that forced Mikhail's own laughter, because the same thing had crossed his mind earlier and that's when he remembered Akihito was just as clueless about this as him. Thank fuck for that.

"Ha! I was thinking about that in the car on the way here." He found himself admitting with a ruffle of Akihito's sweat dampened hair.

"No way." Akihito blinked back.

"Yes way, but as for the good part, don't you think that was all me instead, hm?" the Japanese was glaring at him before he even finished, that shyness had all but fallen away and Akihito's buttons were so easy, and fun to press when he was like this.

"Hey. I'll show you good." The reaction he got then was not was he was expecting though, but he'd more than happily take this instead.

Akihito sat up and straddled his hips with mischief on his face, naked and wet between the legs; the younger blonde shifted back and forward, lining Mikhail's fast hardening dick with the cleft of his ass.

Fuck having a shower; Mikhail decided as his lust mounted at the sight before him, that could wait.

"Go on, do your worst then." He drawled his dare.

In answer; Akihito sunk slowly down onto his dick and began to wreck them both all over again.

Oh yeah, he was fun in bed alright. He couldn't wait to see what else this thing of theirs had in store.