Hello! This is going to be a short chapter and it's PWP- I hope you'll enjoy!
This chapter is for knox, yuichichan17 and dixita92 who wanted to read a jealous Akihito, and Seeker88, who wanted me to write a lemon scene. To hawk, thank you for your ideas; I had somehow incorporated them in this chapter. As always, I apologize in advance if the chapter doesn't meet your expectations.
To my lovely beta, RiveReinStyx, thank you so much for taking time to edit my chapter!
Warnings: Lemons, PWP
Disclaimer: Viewfinder and its notable characters belong to the great Yamane Ayano sensei. The only decent character I own here is Toru.
The cup of coffee fell from Akihito's hands and gave a resounding 'clink' when it hit the saucer.
"Asami, did I hear you correctly? You want me to go shopping with you?" Akihito asked incredulously as he soaked the spilled coffee with a table cloth.
"Your hearing has always been excellent, Akihito. I'm surprised you have to ask me to repeat," Asami replied, folding the newspaper before sipping his own cup of black coffee.
Akihito pushed the table cloth aside. "You know what I mean!" The photographer fumed. "Did you get infected by the virus I contracted last week?" he eyed his lover skeptically.
Asami stood up and carried his cup of coffee from the dining table to the long couch in the living room. "I needed a new suit since the last pair I wore had to be disposed," the yakuza said as he sat on the long couch, crossing his legs.
The photographer collected the used cups and plates before placing them in the sink. "As if," he scoffed, "Don't you like have forty other suits in your closet?" he mumbled as he quietly washed the utensils.
Akihito's mind wandered to fourteen days ago when both of them escaped a near death experience. Asami hadn't mentioned about the details about Mah but he managed to extract bits and pieces of information from Toru and Kirishima. All he had to do was to put two and two together and he had a rough idea of the shooting incident.
Since the incident, Asami has been staying home to recover from his wounds. Besides, the office needed to be renovated as according to Kirishima, the walls and carpet were soiled with the Chinese's blood. Akihito himself took a few days to recover completely from the viral fever. As if the fever weren't bad enough, Akihito completely lost his appetite and had hardly eaten anything except popping pills in his already empty stomach.
"So, where are we going?" Akihito rinsed the final cup before turning off the tap.
Akihito looked up to see his lover looking at him intently. He blushed immediately, knowing Asami's intense stares basically screams 'I want to fuck you right now'. Due to his sickness and Asami's wounds, they hadn't been intimate for days and Akihito was beginning to feel a little needy. His mouth was begging to be kissed, his skin itching to be touched and ravished.
Keeping up with his defiant attitude, Akihito pretended to enjoy the sex free days although he was secretly missing their routine nightly activities. It had been the longest they had gone without sex and Akihito was very sexually frustrated. If he could just impaled himself on him and –
"Ginza," his lover replied, halting his sexual fantasies about the older man. Akihito sat on the couch next to Asami, brought both knees up to his chest before wrapping his fingers around his legs to hide his already hardened erection. No way is he going to let Asami know about his frustrations.
"Are we going to the same store where I bought your tie?"
When Asami hn-ed in response, Akihito sprang up from his seat, "I am not going! The sales assistants are worse than the two bitches at Marukoshi."
"Quiet down, Akihito. We'll drop by to pick up a few items and then we'll go for lunch at SushiTao," Asami pulled the boy back on the couch.
At the mentioned of Sushi, Akihito's eyes brightened. "SushiTao, that overpriced sushi restaurant that requires at least a month's reservation in advance?"
He snorted almost immediately. "That place is for rich geezers who have nothing better to do than spend thousands of yen for a plate of sushi. I could have the same sushi plate, half the price for what they pay at the restaurant in Shibuya."
"That overpriced sushi restaurant belongs to me," Asami replied, waited for his lover's jaw to drop before continuing, "and they serve excellent Ootoro."
Akihito sat crossed legged on the couch, facing Asami. "Seriously, you have a finger in too many pies. Do you even have enough to dip into the pies?" he asked, looking at Asami's lean fingers.
Asami cupped Akihito's chin firmly before planting a kiss on his lips. "I'll loan yours if I need extras," he said when he broke off the kiss.
The photographer's eyes immediately narrowed into slits. "Which reminds me, you haven't been buying properties and putting them under my name, have you?"
The yakuza hn-ed again, avoiding the topic altogether, confirming Akihito's suspicions that his lover had made another whimsical purchase. Sighing, he got up from his seat, intending to move to their bedroom for a quick change when he felt his hand grabbed and in quick movements, he found himself on the yakuza's lap.
Wrapping a hand around Akihito's waist, Asami slanted his neck to the hollow below Akihito's ears and nuzzled. Akihito couldn't help himself; he arched his back forward, pressing their bodies together, offering himself. His lids felt heavy and he closed them, excitedly anticipating Asami's next move.
"We should be going," Asami said, abruptly releasing his lover.
What the hell? Did Asami just say no to sex? Akihito's eyes snapped open to see a highly amused Asami staring at him. Blushing furiously, he scrambled off his lover's lap and fled to their bedroom.
That bastard, Akihito cursed as he undressed. He must be doing it on purpose, he was sure of it. Shit, what am I supposed to do with this? Akihito thought in dismay as he looked down at his own erection. It was too late to relieve himself in the bathroom since that sadistic bastard would know. He'd rather be uncomfortable for a few hours than have Asami teasing him later.
He dressed quickly like a man who doesn't give two cents about fashion, grabbing at whatever his hands could reach before stepping out again. His lover raised an eyebrow at his appearance.
"Wh—what? You got a problem with my clothes?" Akihito said nervously, getting uncomfortable with Asami's stares. He looked down at his choice of clothing – shirt paired with a black cardigan and a pair of jeans.
"No, you look well-tailored," Asami replied, giving his approval. He stood up and moved to the bedroom, donned his usual three-piece suit before walking out to meet Akihito.
Toru and Kirishima were already waiting by the door, each had their respective masters' coat hanging neatly on their hands. As expected from the crime lord's best subordinates, they bowed before the yakuza, greeting him in the process. Kirishima stepped forward to help Asami slip into his coat before passing the leather gloves to his boss.
"I said I'll put it on myself! Don't treat me like a child!" Akihito said as he reached out to grab his coat from Toru. After a few unsuccessful attempts, he managed to grab a sleeve and yanked at it roughly.
"You're going to spoil your coat," Asami stepped in between them, taking the coat from Toru. "Akihito, be good," Asami said, spreading the dark grey coat for Akihito.
Akihito fumed but he slipped on the garment. Asami turned him around to fix his collars before looping his scarf around his neck. "If you wish me to dress you, all you have to do is ask," the yakuza smirked.
"Bastard, I didn't ask you to do it," Akihito said in a flushed face, marching towards the door. Toru glanced at Asami briefly, awaiting orders. When Asami gave him the nod, the guard ran out to chase after Akihito.
Asami turned to Kirishima. "Any news?" he asked as he put on his gloves.
"The shipment of heroin is expected to arrive tomorrow night. I have already stationed the men around the port and they have been instructed to check the goods as soon as it arrives," Kirishima replied.
"Send a few men that you can trust. Make sure they don't mess up the shipment."
Kirishima bowed slightly. "Understood Asami sama. Suoh managed to track down the person who has been selling drugs in our territory. He's currently being detained in Sion's basement."
Asami fixed his tie. "Which clan is he from?"
"The Ichiryu, sir. The leader, Ichinose called the office just now and humbly requested for the boy's return. He promised a befitting punishment for him."
"Send him back to Ichiryu, whatever Ichinose does with his boy have nothing to do with me but I will have his finger as an apology."
Kirishima bowed again before opening the door. "I will contact Ichinose immediately. Suoh is waiting at the basement with the car."
"Send a warning to Ichinose. This will be the first and last time I send anyone back to him," Asami said, walking into the private elevator that would lead him to his garage.
Xx Business as Usual Xx
Akihito sulked all the way to Ginza. He tried telling Asami that the bitches working in the store were downright rude; he even told him how they looked at his torn jeans and sneered the last time he was there. Already frustrated with Asami's nonchalant manner, the yakuza infuriated him further when he pulled Akihito on his lap.
"Are you listening to me?" Akihito said irritably as he tried to move away.
Asami tightened his grip on his lover. "I heard you."
"So, can we make a U- turn?" Akihito asked hopefully.
"No."
"Damn."
Asami shot his lover a warning stare. "Akihito, I know it has been some time since I tied you to bed but don't tempt me."
The photographer challenged Asami's stare. "Fine, but if they show the slightest sign of sneering, I'll walk out the store and sleep in the work room tonight."
"That won't be happening," Asami whispered seductively before kissing him.
Akihito responded to the kiss immediately, finding it hard to maintain defiance when he was already anticipating sex with the yakuza. His fantasies were, once again cut off when Toru knocked discreetly at the heavily tinted glass panel that separated the front and back seat of the limousine, signifying their arrival at Ginza.
Muttering the F word aloud for yet another disappointment, Akihito climbed off Asami's lap and adjusted his coat, ignoring his lover's amused gaze at him.
When they got off the car, Akihito intended to walk behind Asami and let the man do at what he does best; intimidate and scare the living daylight out of someone, but the yakuza kept him anchored by his side, placing his hand on the small of Akihito's back as he ushered him in.
"Welcome, Asami sama," the man in a black coat and red tie greeted. He turned to Akihito, "Welcome Takaba sama."
Akihito scanned the store for the razor thin eyebrow lady and her friend who sneered at him the last time. They were nowhere to be found; so was the guy who opened the door for him with a disdained look. Are they off shift? He thought, and was strangely disappointed that he couldn't see their reactions.
"Asami sama, Takaba sama, please follow me, I will bring you to your private room immediately," the manager stepped aside.
"Private room? You have one, Asami?" Akihito couldn't help but to ask.
His lover curved a smile before giving Akihito's back a little push, guiding him to walk along. They were led to the second floor and into a huge room that reminded Akihito of the store where Asami bought the diamond encrusted phone for him.
Two racks of clothes stood neatly next to the long couch. Akihito gave the racks a quick glance and found it peculiar that there were very contrasting; one rack was filled with black, white and dark grey formal suits, the other had a mix of formal clothes and casual wears of different colors. Thinking that it was very un-Asami-like to wear a jeans jacket, he jerked his thumb to the second rack and asked, "Are you going to wear those too?"
Asami sat on the long couch, "No, they are yours."
"WHAT? I don't need clothes, I already have tons and I haven't even finished wearing them yet!" The photographer shouted as he marched to the yakuza.
"Asami sama, would you like to try on the clothes? They were custom made to fit you but we recommend you to try it on," the manager spoke, interrupted them.
Asami stared at his fuming lover before looking at the manager again, "I might as well."
The manager bowed. "Yuu will help you change," he said as a boy in his early twenties came into the room. The young man is about Akihito's height, with fair complexion and a pair of brown eyes. His hair matches his eye color and with a thin mouth and pointed nose; he resembled someone who stepped out of a shoujo manga.
Jealousy seared Akihito but he pushed it away, knowing very well that Asami would not allow anyone to touch him. Didn't he threaten to break Shu's arm when he placed his hand on Asami's knee at Tokyo Dome?
"Asami sama, this way please," Yuu spoke softly, waving his hand to another room which Akihito presumed to be the changing room.
His voice sounded soothing but a little to girly for Asami's taste, Akihito thought and immediately ordered himself to stop bad mouthing a person he met only a few minutes ago. He was thinking of ways Asami would use to turn down Yuu's assistance when he heard his lover replied, "Very well, pick a few suits and have them brought into the room."
Akihito's jaw nearly dropped from the announcement. He was almost certain that Asami would dismiss the manager and the boy but he never expected this. As Yuu took a few suits into the room, Akihito went to Asami's side.
"Didn't you say that you'll stop by to pick up a few things and we'll leave?" Akihito asked, hated that he sounded desperate.
His lover's lips curved into a smile. "We're already here, it wouldn't hurt to try them on," he replied, standing up in the process.
Helplessly, Akihito watched Asami turn his back on him and walked to the changing room. He fixed his attention on Yuu who stood by the door with his head slightly bent, flushed with embarrassment. Occasionally, the boy stole glances of Asami and quickly averted his eyes when he realized the yakuza was looking at him.
Watching Yuu's flirtatious manner angered Akihito further. The photographer's thoughts went to Asami's well sculptured body and the thought of Yuu would soon be able to see Asami's magnificent chest, stirred unpleasant emotions within him.
Oh for fuck's sake, stop this. You stood naked in front of Kou and Takato before, BiG DEAL! Akihito scolded himself, trying his hardest not to obsess with the fact that Yuu is about to view or touch Asami's body. He is after all, merely a salesperson who is about to help a customer to change.
And that's his job, Akihito reminded himself, pushing away the urge to gouge Yuu's eyes from looking at his lover.
No, Yuu can't look at him; he has no right to touch him! The photographer thought as he watched Asami entering the room. Seared by jealousy, Akihito's temper flared.
"NO!" Akihito said loudly as Yuu was about to close the door to the dressing room. Marching to Asami, he gripped Yuu's arm, ignoring his confused looks and gritted, "I'll help him change."
Yuu's eyes darted to Asami, then Akihito and back at Asami. "Asami sama?" he sounded a little too hopeful that Asami would dismiss Akihito.
"I said, I'll do it," Akihito nearly growled as he glared his hazel brown eyes at Yuu's.
Yuu showed a small hint of annoyance, confirming Akihito's suspicions that the boy is interested in Asami. Yuu looked at Asami, smiling coyly, "Asami sama?"
Asami has never been more aroused with Akihito's forwardness than he did now. Grabbing Akihito's arm and yanking him in the room, he replied, "You heard him, he'll help me change," and slammed the door, leaving a shell-shocked Yuu at the door.
"Oh my god," Akihito whispered when he saw the size of the changing room. It is bigger than his work room in Asami's penthouse. A full length mirror was attached to the wall at one side and a long couch similar to the one outside stood in the middle of the room. Yuu had placed Asami's clothes on the hooks adjacent to the mirror.
As Akihito continued to gape at the size of the changing room, Asami whispered near Akihito's ear, "Well? I thought you said you want to help me change?"
Color immediately flooded the photographer's cheeks. Knowing that the yakuza was looking at him from the mirror in front, he looked away.
"You're an adult, Asami. Why do you need someone to help you change?"
"I injured my arm," the yakuza said casually, referring to the gunshot wound Mah inflicted on him two weeks ago.
Akihito was pretty sure that it was a lie. "You – you dressed yourself this morning," the photographer muttered, still refusing to look up.
"Looks like I strained my arm while doing that."
Finally dared himself to look at the mirror, he met his lover's golden orbs. "Liar," he whispered.
Asami returned his lover's gaze. "It's a pity then, I'll have to ask Yuu to help me," he said, turning to the door.
Akihito's arm shot out before Asami could a step forward. He moved in front of the yakuza, eyes fierce and defiant.
"I said I'll do it," he gritted the words out. Akihito selected a few suits and dumped them on the long couch. Raising his hand, he unbuttoned Asami's coat before moving behind to pull the garment off his lover's back.
Damn, he has a great body; Akihito gritted his teeth in annoyance. After letting Asami's tailor made coat fall on the floor, he moved back to the front to take off his vest. By the time Akihito reached Asami's fitting white shirt, his hands trembled a little; whether from the excitement or arousal, he couldn't distinguish which.
"Your fingers have stopped moving," Asami said in a low husky voice when Akihito stopped after the third button.
"It – it's difficult to unbutton your shirt," Akihito replied in a shaky voice as he continued his task.
By the time he was done, Akihito sucked in a deep breath before pushing the white shirt off his shoulders. Asami's chest is well built, toned into perfection and in Akihito's opinion, the best he has ever seen.
Incapable of controlling his urges, Akihito ran his fingers across the yakuza's chest, stopping just below his flat stomach. God, his erection is so hard that it is almost painful. He wanted Asami to push him down to the couch and fuck him senseless. Never mind the finesse, forget about the gentleness; Akihito needed Asami inside him or –
"Akihito," Asami said, breaking Akihito's thought. "The shirt?"
Blushing furiously, Akihito picked a suit at random. Hands trembling, heart racing; he brought the shirt to Asami.
"Screw this!" Akihito declared suddenly, throwing the expensive suit on the floor. Looping his arms around Asami's neck, he pulled the yakuza nearer, crushing his mouth on Asami's.
Akihito's urgency surprised Asami; it aroused him. He feasted on Akihito's mouth, roamed his hands to the photographer back and wrapped it around Akihito, taking control. He slid his hands inside Akihito's shirt and felt the boy trembled under his touch as he moaned, "Asami – "
Asami broke the kiss, bent slightly to boost Akihito up so the photographer wrapped his legs around his waist. Their mouths met again, this time with more urgency than before. Asami carried his lover to the couch and sat on it, not caring the heap of new clothes cushioning them.
The boy immediately unhooked his legs around the yakuza's waist to straddle him as he roamed his hands on Asami's chest, something he had been longing to do since morning. Eyes closed, he continued kissing Asami, quenching his unexplainable thirst for the older man.
Akihito heard sound of the fabric tearing but he was too aroused to care. It wasn't until he felt a cold draft of air seeping through his skin that he realized Asami had ripped his shirt and cardigan away. It was then that the photographer found himself lying on his back on the oversized couch with Asami looming over him.
Expertly, Asami unbuttoned Akihito's pants, pushing his pants and boxers down to his knees, freeing Akihito's painful erection. The boy was already wet and ready.
"Ryucihi –," the photographer pleaded, not caring about his pride.
Asami smirked. The boy would only call his name when aroused. Deciding to reward his lover, Asami lowered his mouth to Akihito's erection and took him in his mouth.
"Asami!" Akihito cried out, shocked. He wanted to push the older man away but Asami, who sensed Akihito's intentions, raised his hands, caging Akihito's wrist to his sides. Defenseless, Akihito trashed his head from side to side as he cried out Asami's name repeatedly.
"Stop – ah – I'm – coming!" Akihito begged the older man.
Ignoring his lover's cries, Asami continued to pleasure the boy as he watched Akihito. Eyes closed, mouth parted slightly, Akihito arched his back, moaning Asami's given name shamelessly.
When Akihito sensed he was closed, he managed to free his hands from Asami's grip and pushed the older man away just in time before climaxing. As the photographer was riding through his climax, Asami coated the sticky liquid on Akihito's stomach with two fingers and slipped them in Akihito's puckered hole, earning a loud moan from the photographer.
"Look at me, Akihito," the yakuza growled, wanting to see his lover's hazel eyes burn with lust for him.
Akihito did what Asami asked. His hazel eyes snapped opened and gazing directly at Asami's golden orbs with lust, he said fiercely, "Fuck me, Ryuchi."
The coarse words excite Asami, awakening his unfathomable lust for the boy. Eyes fixed on his lover, Asami stood up to free his own erection, letting his tailor made dress pants slide down to his ankles.
Akihito struggled to push his own pants away, kicking the remaining of his vintage jeans away before staring at Asami. He gasped at Asami's proud cock; he didn't remember seeing it so strained. Knowing that his lover felt the same sexual frustration actually pleased him a little. Impulsively, Akihito sat up, ignoring the cum trickling down his stomach and closed his fingers around the yakuza's cock, pumping it a little. Asami's cock was so warm that Akihito thought he felt it pulsate in his hands. He couldn't help it, he took it in his mouth, bobbing his head slowly at first, then increased his speed rhythmically.
Asami pushed Akihito away gently. "I thought you wanted me to fuck you?"
Akihito gave Asami a coy smile as he leaned back on the couch. Legs spread; he uttered a single word that was enough to break Asami's control.
"Come."
Obliging his lover, Asami positioned his cock and in one swift movement, entered his lover. The pain ambushed Akihito. Crying out from the unaccustomed invasion, Akihito stiffened a little. Asami pulled back a little and remained unmoving for a while, waiting for his lover to get adjusted to his length before moving slowly again. The pain was only for a moment and Asami's second thrust had Akihito crying out, this time from the pleasure.
Satisfied with Akihito's reaction, Asami pulled back, moving in slow, deliberate movements as he enjoyed his lover's frustrated, sex deprived look.
The slowness was driving Akihito crazy. Wrapping his legs around the older man, Akihito tilted his pelvis up to take Asami deeper inside him.
"Move, you bastard!" Akihito choked.
"As you wish," Asami said. Unhooking Akihito's legs from his waist, Asami gripped his hands on Akihito's ankle firmly, spreading the boy's legs apart indecently. In one hard thrust, he thrust it home.
Akihito opened his mouth to scream but nothing came out. For a short moment, the room was silent, devoid of any sound except skin slapping against each other. When Akihito found his voice again, he moaned, begging his lover to ravish him and he was pushed further in the couch as he received Asami's length, thrust by thrust. Akihito lowered his hand to his neglected cock and pumped the organ, trying to bring himself to pleasure.
"Don't touch yourself," Asami ordered, peeling Akihito's hands away.
"Hnn – A – sami, I need to – arg!" Akihito screamed when Asami hit his sweet spot.
"What a lewd body you have, Akihito," Asami said as he caught hold of Akihito's hands, slamming them to the cushion, anchoring them over Akihito's head.
The yakuza took then took the younger man with powerful thrusts that made Akihito's body shuddered under the impact.
"Ah—Ryu—ichi, please!" the boy panted, trashing his head from side to side.
Using his free hand, Asami pumped Akihito's already dripping cock, moving them in at a fast pace, bringing the boy to his second release. Watching his lover screaming from the insanity of the sensations shattered Asami's control, and with a few hard thrust, his body stiffened before emptying himself into Akihito.
In the silence afterwards, Akihito was barely catching his breath from the powerful climax when he felt he was flipped to his knees with his head pressed down. His own cum dripped on the expensive couch, soiling the upholstery.
"WHAT?" Akihito cried out, surprised when he felt Asami's hard cock inside him. Hands tucked under him, Asami's knowledgeable fingers wrapped around Akihito's cock, pumping it slowly.
"It's been so long since I was last sated, you best prepare yourself, Akihito," Asami said and proceeded to show Akihito exactly what he meant.
Xx Business as Usual Xx
Two hours later
"How can you have so much energy? What did you eat, Viagra?" Akihito asked as he rested on top of Asami, panting after his fourth climax.
"It's only natural to go a few rounds since we haven't had sex in days," the older man replied, trailing his hands along Akihito's back.
Given the limited space on the couch, Akihito reminded himself that he was merely drained after their intense sex and needed a place to lie down; it had absolutely nothing to do with how good it felt lying on top of Asami's chest.
"You don't have to go out all at once," Akihito complained but was secretly pleased that things were normal between them. Just this morning, he had the tiniest worry that the older man might have lost interest in him.
"We haven't broken our record yet," Asami reminded him.
The photographer yawned. "I don't keep scores since I'm usually out by the third round."
Asami chuckled. "You need more stamina, Akihito."
"Easy for you to say," the photographer mumbled, eyes dropping.
"Hey, don't sleep yet," Asami patted the younger man's ass. When Akihito didn't reply, Asami slipped his finger into Akihito, causing the photographer to jerk.
"You bastard," he hissed, scrambling to get up from Asami. Fully awake, he stood naked next to his lover with his hands on his hips.
Asami chuckled as he stood up. Picking up the discarded dress pants on the floor, now wrinkled and soiled with evidence of their lovemaking, he put them on and walked to the door.
"What are you doing?" Akihito asked, alarmed.
A teasing smile graced his lips. "Getting us a wet cloth and a fresh change; unless you want to walk out stark naked."
"Wait!"
Asami's hands stopped at the doorknob and turned to look at his lover. Akihito had his crumpled white designer shirt on his hand.
"Wear this," the photographer whispered, eyes averted to the side.
Amused by Akihito's possessiveness, he took the offered shirt and slipped it on without bothering to button. He waited until Akihito had at least put on his pants before opening the door.
Yuu and Toru were at the door, waiting for him. Both his guard and the young sales assistant stood next to each other. Toru wore his usual calm demeanor while Yuu's face was flushed with embarrassment.
"A – sami sama, your change of clothes," Yuu stuttered. He looked up and managed to peep inside the room through the open door. He saw Akihito's half naked form on the couch and felt insanely jealous at the disheveled man in the room.
"Asami sama, here is the wet cloth and your change of clothes. Takaba sama's clothes are here as well," Toru said, passing the wet cloth to Asami's hands. "I will bring these clothes in," he said, taking the clothes from Yuu's hands before entering the room.
Yuu dared himself to look at Asami. Here's my chance of touching the man, he told himself and moved a timid step forward. Placing his hand on Asami's arm, he whispered, "Asami sama, would you like me to help you change?"
Before Asami could reply, Akihito had stood in front of Asami, acting as a barrier between Yuu and the yakuza. The sales assistant was forced to take two steps backwards, displease and annoyance clearly shown on his face.
"You're Yuu-kun, right?" Akihito began, eyes glaring at the boy in front of him. "I think the manager needs your assistance downstairs. Toru will help us change," the photographer said, dismissing Yuu.
Yuu lost his patience. He met Akihito's glares and gritted out, "Forgive me for being rude but you are not my employer; you don't have the right to order me about. Besides, the manager asked me to serve Asami sama, not you," he sneered a little.
"You –"
"Yuu," Asami interrupted, his voice hardened a little. "You will respect your employer; your insolence will cost you your job."
Akihito stared at Asami, astounded. "WHAT?" he yelled when realization sank in.
Yuu stood rooted on his spot with his mouth opened wide. To say he was shocked would be an understatement; he was stunned. He couldn't believe that the half-naked brat in front of him is the store owner –his employer. He closed his mouth, gulped before opening them again, apology ready.
Toru intercepted him before he could open his mouth. Gripping Yuu's arm gently, he shook his head before nudging him out of the room, giving privacy to his master and employer.
"You bought the store!" Akihito burst out immediately when the heavy doors to the private room closed. "You are out of your fucking mind, why do I need a store?" he raised both hands up briefly before allowing them to drop to his sides again.
Asami sat on the couch gracefully. "Your line of work involves a lot of wear and tear on your clothing. It's more convenient to have a store with your size ready."
Still half naked, the photographer strode to the yakuza. Asami was still in his white, crumpled shirt and he looked sexy as hell sitting there with his shirt unbuttoned and hair slightly messed up. If he had his cameras with him, he would have snapped a few shots on him just like that. Asami wouldn't even need specific poses; he's naturally – STOP, Akihito ordered himself.
"I don't need the entire store!" the photographer said, frustrated.
"Stop yelling," Asami said and pulled the younger man onto his lap.
Akihito struggled on his lap, shoving at him. "You bought it because they sneered at me, didn't you?" Akihito asked, although it wasn't really a question.
"Such insolence cannot be tolerated."
"You can't go buying everything just because someone does that!" the photographer said, giving up shoving at the yakuza.
"I have had intentions of purchasing the store for a while; your incident merely expedited the process."
At a loss of how to respond, Akihito changed the topic to his argument, "You – what the hell is wrong with you? I thought you hated people touching you? Yet you agreed to have Yuu help you to dress."
Asami smirked. Cupping his lover's chin, he crushed their mouths together, giving the other a hard kiss. "Jealous, Akihito?" he asked when he broke off the kiss.
Color flooded the photographer's cheeks. "I'm NOT!" he huffed, crossing his arms. "I just find it weird since the last time Shu touched you, you threatened to break his arm yet today –
Akihito trailed off, eyes diverting to his side before widening them again. Looking up, he stared at a very amused Asami. "You—you – you planned all this!" he gasped after connecting the dots together.
"What?"
Angry color flooded back into his cheeks. "You purposely rejected sex at the penthouse, brought me here and pretended to allow Yuu to dress you up to make me jea – " Akihito halted, finding it difficult to say the word.
"You haven't finished your sentence. Go on, finish it," Asami coaxed.
"Nothing!" the photographer replied, mortified by his own jealousy. God damn it, he's not even Asami's wife, why should he feel jealous over a sales assistant? Enough of this idiocy, Akihito thought as he stood up from Asami's lap, only to be yanked back on the couch by his lover. Akihito had enough time to yelp before he felt his Asami's weight on top of him. His hands were pushed above his head, caged.
"You bastard, let me go," Akihito said although his body was already responding to the yakuza. His lover's thin lips curved a smile and bent down to nuzzle his neck.
"Did you – ah – " Akihito moaned when Asami slipped a hand into Akihito's boxers. "ah – bring me here just to have sex?" When did Asami unbuckle my jeans?
Asami gazed into Akihito's hazel eyes before replying, "I brought you here to introduce you to your employees," he said easily as he stroke Akihito's length.
"I – ah – don't believe you," Akihito moaned again.
The yakuza curved another smile, enjoying the photographer writhing beneath him. "Clever boy, you're right; I brought you here to fuck you senseless," he drawled and entered him.
Xx Business as Usual xX
By the time Asami emerged from the private room, Akihito was at the brink of exhaustion. He could hardly stand straight. How on earth he managed to dress himself was a miracle. No, he didn't – It was Asami who cleaned and dressed him in his new clothes.
Toru must have supported him in the limousine for he cannot remember how he managed to walk out of the store without falling on his face. All he knew was the limo felt so incredibly warm and comfortable. As he rested his head on Asami's lap, he yawned and muttered, "Asami? Remember, I don't share my things either," he mumbled before drifting off.
Patting his lover's head like a child, the yakuza smiled. He was thinking how to reward Akihito for that comment when his phone rang.
"Asami."
"Asami sama, I have sent the boy back to Ichinose," Kirishima spoke in a clear voice.
"And?"
"Ichinose was too afraid to go against you sir; he did as you requested. I have the boy's finger with me."
Placing a hand on his lover's face, purposely covering Akihito's ear, Asami ordered, "Good. Discard the finger and send a warning to the men who will be checking the shipment tomorrow. Remind them the consequences if they mess up," he said before ending the call.
Staring at his sleeping lover, Asami smirked, thinking that the day had gone exceptionally well. Too bad Akihito was too tired for SushiTao or he would have enjoyed another round with the photographer at the restaurant.
A/N: I was so embarrassed when I was writing the lemon part. The thought of having my beta reading the lemons line by line was even more mortifying.
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