A/N: I seriously have no idea if this chapter would appeal to you. I originally planned to pen something else but this has been bugging me. Uh, I blame it on my recent obsession in Hong Kong triad movies.
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Kirishima was trying his very best to stop the bile in his throat. He looked away a few times, eyes diverted to Suoh who kept him company in the gruesome play before them. Suoh, always the more formidable man among Asami's bodyguards had to look at his feet too as his Asami literally chew his prey alive.
The traitors' screams were the worst. They screamed—begged for forgiveness and screamed again from the pain Asami inflicted on them.
Kirishima fought chills travelling down his spine when the man's scream echoed in warehouse number three. The other man Tanaka, stopped pleading; he must have passed out from the pain. Kirishima had a good idea what his boss was doing to the men but he refused to look up, too afraid that he would throw up. He should really thank his lucky stars as he remembered what happened to the assassin who was hired by a yakuza group to kidnap, rape and kill Akihito. The former assassin was brutally tortured before scoring a date with the sharks in deep sea. He was alive when Asami hrew him in the shark infested ocean. The yakuza group was wiped out and the leader was killed in a true mafia style execution, a single bullet to the head.
"Kirishima."
Snapping out from his thoughts, Kirishima looked at his boss, refusing to pay attention to the badly injured men on the floor.
"Asami sama?"
"My phone."
It was then Kirishima heard the familiar ring tone of Asami sama's phone. He walked hurriedly to where Asami stood and slid his hand into the coat's inner pocket to retrieve the phone.
"Who is it?" Asami asked without tearing his murderous gaze from the men.
Kirishima almost breathed in relief. "It's Takaba sama."
Asami curved a smile. Kirishima worked with his boss long enough to understand that Asami sama wanted the phone to be answered. He swiped the green button and held it to Asami's ear.
"Akihito, you surprised me. I thought you were asleep?"
Since Kirishima was standing so close to Asami, he could practically hear Akihito's reply. "I was but I woke up cold and starving. We did miss dinner, you know."
"I missed mine too since you were busy sulking." Asami chuckled as he signaled Suoh with his free hand and the bodyguard immediately stepped forward to take the bloody baseball bat Asami was holding.
"That's because you kept on fucking me!"
"You enjoyed it right?"
One of the men, who were whimpering a moment ago, suddenly lunged forward and wrapped his arms around Asami's shin. "Asami sama, please forgive me! I swear, I swear I won't do it again!"
Kirishima was quick to use his free hand to cover the mouthpiece in attempts to cover the voice from Akihito. He however, wasn't quick enough.
"Asami, who was that?" Akihito asked in a puzzled voice.
"No one," Asami managed to reply in a controlled voice. With one powerful kick, he sent the man known as Eiji a few feet away where he landed on top of his unconscious friend. Suoh went behind Eiji and clamped his mouth shut with his hands.
"I heard someone begging. What's wrong?"
"An employee spilt wine on my dress pants." Asami wasn't sure if Akihito was buying his rather lame explanation. Akihito knew he killed but to discuss such topics openly with Akihito; he wasn't sure the boy could stomach it.
Akihito's laughed relieved Asami immensely. "I wish I could see your soaked pants right now! That would be hilarious!"
"Want to lick it?" Asami removed his gloves and took the phone from Kirishima.
"Hell no, you perverted yakuza!" Akihito swore and for some reason which Asami cannot comprehend, the swearing aroused him. "I pity that employee of yours though. Your damn suit probably costs two months of his salary."
"That would be accurate." Asami walked further away from the disgusted fools.
"So anyway, since I'm up and Toru actually had the groceries delivered to the penthouse, are you up for a very late dinner?"
"Why?"
"Because if you are, I'm cooking. If you're not, I'll still cook but I won't leave any beef for you," Akihito replied rather cheekily.
"Prepare it. I'm merely tying some loose ends and will be back in an hour."
"You're absolutely sure you'll be back on time right? You were late the last time—and the time before that too. Jeez Asami, you should really learn some time management."
Asami chuckled. Akihito, you are not getting away from that comment. "One hour, Akihito." He ended the call before Akihito could retort.
Kirishima noticed the soften look on his boss's face changed immediately after he ended the call. The cold, predatory look in those amazing golden eyes when he looked at Eiji and Tanaka, had him fighting back a shudder.
"You nearly cost me some trouble, Eiji kun," Asami spoke in a calm voice but everyone who worked long enough with him knew he was furious.
Eiji tried to defend himself without much success as Suoh's steel clamp held firmly on his mouth. Asami didn't give Suoh his approval to remove his hands, so the bodyguard remained in his position.
"Kirishima, where is the hunting knife?"
Eiji's eyes widened in fear. Tears streaming down his face, he shook his head frantically, eyes begging Asami for forgiveness.
"Here, Asami sama." Kirishima handed the tool to Asami.
As fast as lighting, Asami's hand stretched out and stabbed the man on his stomach. The man tried to scream but with Suoh's hands clamped tightly on his mouth, he only managed to muffle a sound.
Both Kirishima and Suoh had to avert their eyes when their boss pushed the knife to the hilt before twisting it cruelly.
Kirishima could no longer stomach the torture. He cleared his throat discreetly. "Asami sama, I believe it's best that we leave now. You will have time to change and reach home in an hour's time."
Without moving his head, Asami's eyes shot up to look at Kirishima.
Kirishima pushed his spectacles up, fighting to remain calm. "I'm sorry. I overheard you telling Takaba sama that you'll be home in an hour. Judging from the distance, it's best that you leave now."
Asami stood up. He removed the gun from his holster while motioning Suoh to move away. Without hesitation, Asami fired four shots at the half dead men, ending their lives immediately. Kirishima thought that was the most compassionate thing Asami could have ever done.
"Kirishima," Asami ordered as he secured his gun, "Which is the nearest club to the penthouse?"
"That would be Takaba sama's club, The Fixer, Asami sama." It was another Asami sama's whim when Takaba sama complained that he couldn't get into the club despite queuing up for nearly an hour.
Asami walked out with Kirishima following his boss quietly from behind. "Suoh, head to The Fixer. I'll shower and change there before going back."
"Yes, Asami sama."
Xx Business as Usual xX
Akihito was waiting by the door with a ladle when Asami got home. An apron tied behind his slender waist and a white bandana around his head, the boy looked absolutely adorable.
"I'm amazed you got back in time. I thought you were going to be late for sure." Akihito raised an eyebrow in surprise.
"I told you an hour," Asami replied before pulling the boy for a kiss.
Akihito pushed away. "You showered."
"Of course, I had spilt wine on my pants. I had to change."
Akihito turned his back to Asami and laughed. "I nearly forgot about it. Ah damn it, I should have asked Kirishima to take a picture. It'll go to my personal collection of Asami sama's wall of shame."
Kirishima would rather kill himself, Asami thought but did not comment about it. "You have one?"
Being caught telling a lie, Akihito stopped laughing, cheeks flushed from embarrassment. He whirled around to face Asami. "Not yet, but I will! And when I do, I'll make multiple copies and send them to all your employees in Sion!"
Asami thought the threat was lacking a punch considering Akihito was still in his apron and a ladle in his hand. He gave one of his most infuriating smirks, causing the boy to blush harder, knowing he had been made fun of.
"Bastard," Akihito muttered. He turned to walk to the kitchen, intending to complete his chef duties when Asami caught the younger man by his arm, swung him up and strode to the living area. The act caught Akihito by surprised; his ladle fell to the floor as he struggled to balance himself on Asami's arms. Without warning, Asami dumped him on the long couch where the boy yelped in surprised.
"What the hell?"
Asami unbuttoned his coat, peeling through layers in a painstakingly slow movement; his eyes never once left his young lover. As he hovered on top of Akihito, the photographer who was already burning with lust managed to whisper, "What about sukiyaki?"
"Later," Asami replied and continued to devour his lover.
Dinner was once again forgotten.
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A/N: I re read my previous chapters and noticed I made some mistakes. Sigh, I seriously need a beta. Please, is there anyone who would like to help?