I apologize for the late update. There are four words that I'd like to say which basically sums up my long absence: I hate real life.
OMG, I never thought so many of you responded to my question! Thank you so much! I did a little math on the votes and it's a close tie. 50.5% voted for family visit, 42.3% voted for Fei Long and 7.2% voted for both in a chapter. So, this chapter is for all of you who wanted to read Akihito's family visiting.
The idea behind the chapter comes from RiveReinStyx. Thank you for proofreading too!
Warnings: Lemons, possible OOCs
Disclaimers: Viewfinder and its characters belong to Yamane Ayano. This is a non-profit work.
Business as Usual -Chapter 19
It wasn't every day that Akihito gets to wake up before Asami, considering he was usually wasted after their passionate bed activities but rarity does happen sometimes. So when Akihito woke up, the room was dark and cold; and Asami's arm was still around his waist. He turned carefully, taking care not to wake the sleeping man. Despite the darkness, Akihito could somehow make his yakuza lover's sleeping form. Even in his sleep, Asami looks sinfully good.
Akihito stayed still as he continued to marvel at the exquisite sight before him. Unable to help himself, he raised his hands and did something that he had always wanted to do. He let his fingertips trail along Asami's cheeks, down to his jaw line before moving down his neck.
"Why are you up so early?"
Akihito quickly withdrew his fingers. "You're awake?" he asked, blushing. Akihito was glad that Asami invested heavily on drapes; it covered the morning sunlight that would otherwise reveal his embarrassed looks.
"With you enjoying yourself at my expense, it's difficult to stay asleep." Asami closed his eyes again. He shifted his position so he was lying on his back and pulled his lover closer to him.
"I did not," Akihito protested meekly as he rested his head on Asami's shoulder, listening to the steady breathing rhythm.
"It's still early, get some rest." Asami wrapped his arm around Akihito's shoulder, squeezing it a little. "Or would you prefer an encore to our activities?"
Akihito untangled himself from his lover's arms. "Dream on, you –," was all Akihito could manage before he found himself being pushed to the bed, trapped between Asami's king size mattress and the yakuza.
"An encore it is," Asami said, pushing the photographer's hands above his head.
Akihito wished he wouldn't get so aroused with Asami's low, husky morning voice. "You – you pervert! What sort of stimulant did you take for you to have so much energy?" He asked, stifling a moan when Asami nuzzled the hollow just beneath his ear.
Asami licked Akihito's neck before biting on it. "You are a stimulant enough, Akihito."
That, in Akihito's opinion, was the sexiest thing he had ever heard and felt his cock hardened almost immediately.
"Cut – cut it out!" Akihito said although he really didn't mean it. Thank god the yakuza paid no heed to his request, choosing to trail those long lean fingers down his stomach and to his cock. Akihito's voice hitched when Asami's warm fingers closed around his hardened length, pumping it slowly.
"Nnn – Asami," Akihito moaned louder when Asami nipped at his nipples gently.
The foreplay was torturously slow and delicious; and Akihito felt he was ready to burst from Asami's masterful strokes. He closed his eyes, enjoying the yakuza's hand pumping his cock up and down rhythmically. Just a few more strokes to go and –
Ring - Ring -
What the hell? Akihito cursed when he heard his phone rang. He was ready to ignore the call in favor of their pleasurable activity until he recognized that particular ring tone. The monotonous, classic ring tone could only mean one person.
"Asami – stop. I have to take the call!" Akihito struggled against his lover's restraints.
His lover raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised at Akihito's refusal. "Ignore it," he commanded.
Akihito managed to pull his hands free and shoved at his lover. "No, I can't!" he said, rolling to the side to grab his black diamond studded phone. He groaned a little before swiping the green button on the screen.
"Hello?" Akihito answered, looking at Asami. His lover had his eyebrows narrowed, staring at him.
Akihito knew that look. His lover wasn't pleased with the fact that Akihito had chosen a phone call over sex. Damn it, as if I had a choice, he thought as he greeted, "Kaa-san, it's 5.30 in the morning!"
"And you're still not up yet?" his mother asked teasingly.
Akihito watched Asami relaxed a little. The crime lord had his hand propped comfortably on a pillow, watching him amusedly. Akihito wanted to continue the conversation elsewhere but it was chilly and he didn't feel like leaving the warm bed.
"I'm still sleeping," Akihito lied, lying on his back. "Why are you calling so early?"
"Oh, do you know if Tokyo Tower is open tomorrow?
"You called me at 5.30 in the morning to ask me about Tokyo Tower?" Damn it, he cursed. He is still painfully erect. How on earth am I going to take care of it now? Akihito thought as he half-heartedly listened to his mother rambling about the iconic tower.
Sensing his lover's needs, Asami slipped his hand under the covers and closed his hand around the leaking cock.
"Hnn –," Akihito moaned and quickly muttered an apology to his mother. He shot a warning glare at Asami. Instead of removing his fingers, Asami squeezed the twitching organ gently and started pumping it.
"Ah!" Akihito moaned again, trying to push Asami's hands away. Damn it, I'm not going to last if he continues to – Akihito thought when Asami's fingers left his cock to travel to his ass. He slipped a finger in Akihito easily; moving it slowly as he watched his lover closed his eyes, ready to succumb to carnal pleasures.
Akihito felt his mind was on the verge of shutting down and he wanted nothing more than surrendering himself to the man lying next to him. His mother's voice was going softer by the second.
"Aki, are you there?"
Slapping himself back to reality, Akihito muttered, "Ye – ah."
"You haven't answered me, is the tower open tomorrow?"
"Un – unless there's a typhoon, it – it should be open," Akihito stifled a moan when Asami added another finger.
"Great! Your tou-san and I will be visiting you tomorrow. Pick us up at the airport at noon okay?"
Despite having two fingers pleasuring him, Akihito managed to snap into attention. "Ka san –," he nearly shouted but all he heard was the monotonous tone.
"Everything all right?" Asami asked, his fingers moving lazily in and out of him.
"Ah—," the photographer writhed. "Asami – st—stop! I have something to—ah – tell you."
The fingers stopped. "An emergency?"
"Not really, but –"
"Then, tell me after this," Asami interrupted, removing his fingers. He flung the duvets covers away, spread Akihito's legs indecently and in one swift moment, entered him. Asami gave his lover a moment to adjust before moving slowly, feeding his length into Akihito inch by inch. Hands gripping on Akihito's ankles on each side, he thrust in and out, gradually increasing his speed.
Beneath Asami, Akihito grabbed the sheets, fisted at it as his mouth parted, screaming in pleasure. The yakuza's movements were so precise, so masterful that all Akihito felt was pure ecstasy. He turned his head to side, screaming Asami's given name, all the while moving his hips wantonly.
Watching Akihito's erotic movements, Asami gripped his lover's ankles tighter. His strokes became harder and faster; driving the photographer crazy.
"Ple – ase," Akihito begged, although he wasn't quite sure what he was begging for. Asami obliged his unspoken desire, thrusting into him faster. A hand left the photographer's ankle to close around his cock, pumping him.
A powerful climax rose within Akihito and when he came, Asami rode him through it. Akihito sobbed at the sensations that overtook him, crying out Asami's name over and over again. The yakuza came moments later, groaning as he emptied himself in Akihito.
Gingerly, Asami removed himself from the boy, grabbed the cloth from the bedside table and cleaned the sticky cum that decorated Akihito's stomach. He dumped the cloth on the floor carelessly before pulling the duvet covers up to the boy's chin, covering his nakedness.
Xx Business as Usual xX
The room was still dark and cold when Akihito awoke a few hours later. Fatigue wanted to drag him back to his dreamless sleep but he willed himself to reach out for his phone to check the time.
Already after 10, Akihito noticed and realized that he had been dead to the world for nearly five hours. He swung his legs down, trying to stand up from the bed, only to land his ass on the carpet.
Damn, he cursed. The combination of weariness and vigorous sex made his knees weak.
"What are you doing on the floor?" Asami asked as he walked into the room. Dressed in his robe, he strode over and helped the boy up, putting him back to the bed.
"Like you don't know why I fall on my butt on most mornings," Akihito muttered as he massaged his calf.
Asami sat on the bed, pushed Akihito's clumsy hands away, taking over the massaging task from his lover.
"What are you doing?"
The older man chuckled. "It's the least I could do since I am at fault for making your knees go weak."
Akihito opened his mouth to retort but nothing came out. Instead, he looked away, with his cheeks slightly flushed. Damn it, is there anything that he couldn't do? Asami's massaging techniques felt so good that Akihito had to bite his lips to stop himself from moaning aloud.
"So, what did your mother want with Tokyo Tower?"
The question had Akihito withdraw his legs almost immediately. "Shit!" he cursed when he remembered the conversation. "Kaa-san said she'll be arriving at Tokyo tomorrow by noon."
Given a choice, Akihito would love to keep his parents' visit away from Asami but he knew the yakuza too well. Even if he tried, Asami would have found out eventually. The man simply has too much power.
An eyebrow rose. "Oh," the yakuza drawled, "Why the sudden visit?"
Akihito picked up his shirt that Asami had flung on the floor the night before and slipped it on. "I have no idea. Kaa-san is always like that; her sudden plans drive my father and brother crazy."
"You have a brother?" The yakuza asked, surprised.
"I thought you had my background checked?" Akihito asked without looking at the older man. He searched for his boxers and found it at the edge of the bed, slightly torn. Akihito groaned, mentally counting the boxers Asami had ripped that month.
"I did – except for your family," the crime lord replied, amused by his lover's miserable face when he saw his torn boxers. He reminded himself to have a dozen more delivered to his penthouse later.
Dumping the garment away, Akihito gazed at the yakuza. "Haru-nii is three years older –," he stopped when he noticed Asami was already smirking at the name. He quickly added, "– and yes, my mother seems to have a weird fondness for seasons. Haruhito and Akihito – I wonder what she would come up next if we have another sibling." (Please read author's notes)
Feeling that his knees were already stronger, Akihito got off the bed to walk to the bathroom. Clad in his t-shirt that covered no more than half his ass, the photographer halted and whirled around, ignoring his nakedness.
"Shit, I forgot that they're –" Akihito bit his lip, refraining himself from saying, 'staying in Tokyo for the night.' No way in hell he's going to let Asami know that he had to plan for his parents' accommodation. The last thing he needed was to have Asami putting them in some five-star hotel suite. Both Akihito and his parents knew that he cannot afford such luxurious accommodation; and Akihito didn't feel like explaining to them about the hotels being Asami's.
"They're – ?"
The photographer turned his back to Asami. "Nothing," he mumbled.
Asami stood up, walking to his half naked lover, thinking how delectable Akihito looked in nothing but a t-shirt that revealed his butt cheeks. "They're what?" he asked again as he moved nearer to Akihito.
His lover's voice was low and thick, indicating he was aroused. Akihito took the chance to escape into the bathroom before Asami could coerce him into another round of sex. "They're going to nag me about my profession." Akihito finished lamely as he turned on the shower jets.
The excuse was pathetic, thought Akihito as he allowed the warm water to beat on his back. Asami wouldn't buy that; he was sure about it. Damn it, he had to make sure that Toru and Ando keep that little information away from Asami. He was already thinking of blackmailing his guards about it when he felt himself being whirled around and his mouth ravaged by a naked and very aroused Asami.
The sudden attack startled Akihito, and before his brain can register by pushing the older man away, he was already trapped between his lover and his expensive bathroom tiles.
"Asami, what the –," was all Akihito could managed before Asami's mouth claimed his again, forcing his mouth open, kissing him deeper.
Akihito's mind went blank. Desire and lust took over his controls; and it wasn't long before Akihito found himself surrendering to Asami – again.
Xx Business as Usual xX
The next day – 11.30 a.m, Narita Airport, Domestic Arrivals
So far, so good, Akihito concluded. He managed to convince Asami with some lame excuse that he'd take the train to the airport instead of using one of Asami's many expensive cars. It didn't come cheap; Asami had courteously informed that he'd put that favor on Akihito's tab. The photographer had to admit that he was surprised with the yakuza's decision. As if I cared about Asami's opinion, he scoffed. He merely thought that it would be easier to inform Asami first than have a row with Toru later.
"Toru, do me a favor. When my parents are here, call me Akihito." The photographer sat on one of the metal chairs at the waiting area. "And drop the sama," he ordered.
The guard standing behind him thought for a while. "It is not possible."
Akihito glanced backwards. "You have to; imagine how awkward it is for you to call me Takaba in front of my parents. Don't forget, they're Takaba too."
Again, Toru remained silent. Akihito wasn't sure if Toru would comply, seeing that bastard lover of his had strict instructions for his guard. So when Toru once again, shook his head, Akihito decided that it was time to give Asami a call.
"Akihito," his lover greeted.
"I am not asking for your permission but since Toru wouldn't listen to me unless you give the green light, I'm going to ask you this. Tell him to call me Akihito in front of my parents."
The yakuza chuckled. "I think I am going to enjoy the time that your parents are here. This is the second favor that you've asked of me today."
"Those are not favors," Akihito gritted his teeth as he checked his wrist watch. A quarter to noon.
"Then I presumed I do not have to comply," Asami said in an amused tone.
Bully. "Arg, all right! I owe you for that, all right?" he gripped his diamond studded phone harder. "Just put it on my tab."
Again, a deep chuckle. That bastard is enjoying this too much.
"I will and I look forward to the favors being repaid, Akihito."
The photographer rolled his eyes. "Whatever," he retorted rudely.
"Pass the phone to Toru," he commanded.
Without a word, he raised from his seat, slapping the phone to Toru's chest. "Your boss."
As Toru greeted the yakuza, Akihito crossed his hands across his chest, scrutinizing Toru. His face revealed nothing as he answered Asami in a low voice. Finally after a moment, Toru passed the phone back to Akihito.
"So, what did he say?" Akihito asked, pocketing his phone into his jeans pocket.
"Nothing, Taka –," Toru cleared his throat, "Akihito san."
Akihito's lips spread. "Thanks, Toru!" he patted Toru's arm. "And remember, you're my assistant; not my guard."
Before Toru could respond, an enthusiastic male called out.
"Aki chan!"
Akihito jumped at the loudness of the voice before slapping a hand on his forehead. Slowly, he turned around, watching a familiar figure rushing out of the station, running towards his direction. Before Akihito could protest, he found himself encircled in the taller man's embrace.
Toru's first instinct was to pull the man away from his master. Kirishima briefed him that morning but he did not mention anything other than Akihito's parents visiting. Thankfully, Toru was a trained observer and noticed a strong resemblance between the taller man and his master.
Standing a few inches taller, the man shared the same features as Akihito, except for a stark contrast between his eyes and hair color. Toru thought if the man's eyes and hair weren't black, he could be mistaken as Akihito's twin. Without a doubt, the man who's currently hugging his master is Takaba Haruhito, the older brother of Akihito.
"Haru-nii, I'm suffocating!" Akihito patted his brother's back.
"I miss you, Aki-chan!"
Akihito managed to push his brother away and crossed his arms. "Call me Aki-chan and I won't call you nii-san ever again."
"What about Aki?" the older man clasped his hands together and pleaded.
"No!"
"But Kaa-san calls you that!" He protested.
Akihito glared at his brother. "Last chance or I'll drop the nii-san."
The slightly taller man raised his hands as a gesture of surrender. "You win, Akihito."
Nodding his head, Akihito flashed his brother a victorious smile. "Where's kaa-san and tou-san?"
The older of the Takaba siblings turned around, scanning the crowd. "Ah, there they are!" He pointed to a couple walking out of the station.
Toru studied the couple walking out from the departure hall. Takaba Hidenori, as reported by Kirishima, is a man in his early fifties, an employee of a pharmaceutical company in Fukouka. Standing at Akihito's height, Hidenori's eyes are deep set. His hair matches the color of his eye; both are dark brown. With thin lips and a square jaw, Hidenori looked like any average Japanese working adult.
Akihito's mother, from what Toru had read that morning, is five years younger than Hidenori. Maiden name Morimoto Natsuko, now changed to Takaba Natsuko; is an attractive woman with long wavy light brown hair. Even with a sensible pair of pumps, she stood a few inches shorter than her husband. Her face is porcelain, carefully enhanced with light make-up.
Toru scrutinized Natsuko again. She has aged gracefully; it is obvious from her slim physique and beautiful face with minimal wrinkles. Without a doubt, Takaba Akihito takes after his mother's beauty.
The minute Natsuko spotted Akihito; she smiled warmly, waving her hand at him.
"Kaa-san, tou-san," Akihito mumbled out the greetings.
"Aki, you're a little skinny. Are you sure you've been eating well?" Natsuko asked worriedly, her hands rose to Akihito's face, gently caressing him.
"Yeah, I wasn't feeling very well for the past month." Well, it wasn't a lie; Akihito reminded himself that he hadn't had much appetite when he was recuperating from his rib injury.
"What happened to you? Why didn't you tell your oniisan?" Haruhito gripped Akihito's shoulders, shaking him slightly.
"Haru, stop grabbing him like that," Hidenori said.
"Nothing, I was down with a viral fever and it lasted for days. After my recovery, I was a little weak," Akihito massaged his shoulders.
Toru who was observing Akihito family reunion automatically deduced two things. One; Akihito is the apple of his parents' eyes and two; Takaba Haruhito has a brother complex. Toru had a bad feeling that Haruhito's love for his brother might pose some problems later on, especially with his boss.
"Hey, why do you keep on staring at Akihito?"
It was Haruhito who glared at him. Before Toru could offer any explanations, Akihito spoke first, "He's my assistant."
All three Takabas looked at Akihito, shocked written over their faces. "Your assistant; you have an assistant?" Haruhito asked.
"Ye—yeah, I need someone to help me with my equipment," Akihito said nervously.
Toru stepped forward, bowing slightly. "Egawa Toru, it's a pleasure meeting you."
"You're so tall and good looking!" Natsuko placed her hand on Toru's arm, poking her fingers on his muscles.
"Kaa-san!" Akihito protested, embarrassed.
"Natsuko," Hidenori chided at his wife.
Natsuko withdrew her hand, slightly embarrassed. Haruhito glared at Toru, obviously displeased with the guard for earning affection from his mother and beloved brother.
"Shall we go?" Akihito suggested. Toru offered to carry the bags before leading the way out.
While Natsuko praised Toru for his gentlemanly behavior in front of his very annoyed eldest son, Akihito jogged to the front. "Toru, where are we going? The railway is that way." Akihito pointed to the opposite direction.
"Ando is waiting at the front with the car, Takaba sa – Akihito san," Toru corrected himself quickly.
"What the hell? I thought I told Asami that I'll be taking the train," Akihito gritted the words out, trying to lower his voice. The airport might be busy but he could never be sure.
The stoic guard didn't even slow down his pace. He walked briskly, eyes scanning his surrounding as he continued to the main entrance. "I'm sorry, Ando texted me and told me that he received Asami sama's orders to drive the car to the airport."
Not caring if his family was looking, Akihito grabbed Toru's arm, stopping him. He leaned closer, whispering urgently, "Are you crazy? What the hell am I going to tell my parents about the car? You and I both know that I can't even afford to buy a bicycle, let alone an imported car."
"You could just say that the car belongs to Asami sama," the lanky guard answered.
"Yeah; then what? That Asami is my lover and the BMW belongs to me?" The photographer hissed.
Unaffected by his master's sarcastic remarks, he answered, "I apologize; but we have to follow Asami sama's orders."
"That bastard," Akihito cursed.
"Aki, why are we stopping?" Natsuko asked, puzzled by her son's slightly annoyed look.
Immediately, the photographer smiled. "Nothing, let's go."
As they near the main entrance, Akihito moved closer to Toru and spoke in a low voice, "I hope that bastard didn't ask Ando to bring the limo."
Xx Business as Usual xX
He brought the limo. That black, shiny vehicle parked at the VIP lot at the entrance was impossible to miss. People were already gawking at the vehicle; some even took photos of it. A few years ago, Akihito figured that he would have done the same but now, all he felt was annoyance towards the possessive yakuza he shares a bed with.
"Wow, look at that!" Haruhito practically skipped to the car. He crouched down, checking the rims before running his hand on the black metallic coat.
"Stop doing that," Hidenori scolded lightly. "You're going to scratch the vehicle."
Ignoring his father's advice, Haruhito continued to stare at the vehicle in admiration.
"Haruhito, someone's coming out of the car," Natsuko tapped at her son's shoulder worriedly.
Haruhito immediately withdrew his hand, slowly backing away from the car. "I'm sorry, I was just admiring your car," he said at the perfectly dressed gentleman.
The man bowed slightly at the Takabas before turning to Akihito. "Akihito san, I've come to fetch you," he said, opening the door.
Akihito did not want to turn around to face his parents and brother. He knew, even without looking, that they were probably so shocked that they couldn't even utter a single word. He entered the limousine quickly without a word and waited for his family members to join him.
There were at least a thousand things in his mind as he watched his parents and brother taking their seats in the car. Should he say that he rented the limo? Akihito scratched the idea immediately, knowing no sane person would believe that he had the money to rent a car. What about borrowing the car from a friend? That wouldn't work either, Akihito concluded. Who on earth is wealthy enough to lend him a limousine?
Asami Ryuiichi. His mind automatically answered. As he pondered what to tell his parents, his brother spoke, ending the awkward situation.
"Akihito, whose car is this?"
"Uhm – it's – uhm –"
Toru who were sitting next to Akihito, sensed his master's dilemma and replied, "It belongs to Asami sama."
"Asami sama?" Natsuko repeated, looking at her husband, then at Haruhito.
"Who's that?" Haruhito looked at Akihito suspiciously.
Shit, Toru and his big mouth. No, Akihito corrected himself. Knowing Toru, he'd rather slice his tongue than butting into his business. It had to be Asami's orders.
As Akihito struggled to control his temper, he quickly replied, all the while glaring at his guard. "Asami's my landlord."
"Landlord?"
Akihito turned to his father. "Er – things happened and I stopped leasing the apartment."
"What does he do?" Haruhito asked.
"A businessman," Akihito answered confidently.
Haruhito looked around the luxurious limousine. "If he can afford to own this, he should be wealthy. Akihito, how do you know him? Judging from his wealth, he doesn't seem like someone who'll mingle with people like us."
Again, that suspicious look, Akihito thought, looking at his brother. Unlike his parents who tend to accept explanations as they are, Haruhito is sharp, especially when it comes to his affairs. The photographer had hoped that he'd be able to keep his relationship with Asami away from Haruhito but looking at the way things are going, Akihito had a feeling that the cat might be let out of the bag sooner than he thinks.
"I – was a photographer for one of his events." Well, it wasn't entirely a lie, Akihito reminded himself, if you consider taking photographs of him during his criminal activities an 'event'.
"And?" his brother probed.
Damn his brother and his sharp mind. Why couldn't he stay at Fukouka instead of coming to Tokyo with his parents? "He liked my work and commissioned me to take photographs for his business events."
And that wasn't a lie either. Asami did like his photographs, which was why Asami had his men to capture him; and since he started living with the crime lord, Akihito told himself that he was involved in a few events organized by Asami.
"So, the place you're staying now is his?"
"No, I am staying with him," Akihito replied, finding it pointless to lie. If he had his own apartment, his parents and brother would expect to spend the night at his place. It was impossible to rent a place at the eleventh hour so he had begged Kou to offer his apartment for a few nights. Kou agreed and even went as far as cleaning up before going over to Takato's place.
"What?" everyone in the car exclaimed.
"In exchange for staying, I do his chores," Akihito quickly added.
"Akihito –"
"We should be arriving at Kou's place soon!" Akihito said cheerfully, in attempts to divert their attention. "You remember Kou, right? He's kind enough to move to Takato's place for a few days so you can stay at his place. Oh, and after that, we'll go to Tokyo Tower. Kaa-san, didn't you say that you wanted to visit the tower?" He laughed nervously.
The trick worked. Natsuko's eyes lit up at the mention of the tower and patted her husband's arm repeatedly. "Anata, we're going to visit the tower today! I hope it's not crowded because it'll be difficult to move about."
"Yes, you have been talking about it since last night," Hidenori patted his wife's hands. "Akihito, was it difficult to get the tickets?"
Grateful that he had finally evaded the topic on Asami, Akihito shook his head. "No, I called to reserve the tickets but we have to be there to collect them."
Hidenori and Natsuko took over the conversation, leaving Haruhito to sulk at the corner of the limousine. When the car pulled into a stop, Akihito wasn't expecting to step out on the red carpet of Keio Hotel, greeted by the manager himself.
Just when he thought he managed to solve the issue of about the car, another problem surfaced. What sort of excuse should he say to his parents and that overprotective brother of his now? Controlling his urges to whip out his phone to call Asami, Akihito strode to the front of the limo, knocking on the window.
The window rolled down automatically, revealing a very worried Ando. "Takaba sama?" he whispered after making sure Akihito was alone.
Akihito leaned forward, bending down. "What the hell is going on?" he hissed. "I thought Toru have briefed you about going to Kou's place?"
"I – I'm very sorry Takaba sama," Ando stuttered. "I received orders from Asami sama this morning," he bowed, knocking his head on the steering wheel. He sat up, rubbing his sore forehead and quickly took out his phone.
"Here," Ando said, showing the text message from Asami to back up his earlier statement.
It was useless taking it out on Ando when he was merely following orders so Akihito walked back to his family members who were still looking at the majestic hotel in awe.
"Welcome Takaba sama, allow my staff to carry your luggage while I do the necessary check-ins. Your rooms will be ready when you return from your visit," the manager bowed at Akihito's father.
A few doormen came forward to take the luggage from Toru's hands before disappearing into the glass doors.
"Akihito, I thought we're going over to Kou's place?" Natsuko looked at Akihito, awaiting an explanation.
"I don't think I have enough to pay for a night here," Hidenori looked around worriedly.
"There's no need to pay, tou-san. The hotel is owned by Asami."
Haruhito grabbed Akihito's shoulders, forcing his brother to look at him. "Who's this Asami guy? Why would he do so much for us?"
"We couldn't possibly impose on Asami san's generosity," Hidenori protested.
"But this is such a beautiful place," Natsuko clapped her hands together, still staring at the building in front of her.
With all the commotion in front of the hotel, Akihito felt like running away. Damn Asami and his plans. If only he kept the news away from the bastard, Akihito wouldn't have to suffer. Instead of screaming in frustration, he said, "Why don't we talk in the car? We have to be at the Tower or we'll be late."
Akihito climbed in the limousine again and instructed Ando to drive on.
"Akihito, you have to tell your oniisan who is this Asami; he might be someone dangerous," Haruhito said desperately.
Ugh, how true. Akihito wanted to answer; instead he laughed. "Don't be a worrywart, Haru-nii."
"But – but he's merely your landlord; don't you think he's doing too much?" His brother protested.
"Haruhito, you shouldn't speak ill of someone like that," Natsuko said disapprovingly.
Haruhito turned to his mother. "Kaa-san, don't tell me you're not suspicious of this Asami guy!"
"You're being paranoid, Haru-nii."
The elder Takaba sibling remained obstinate. "You're hiding something, Aki," he accused.
"If I may, Haruhito san," Toru interrupted. "Asami sama is a highly distinguished individual who owns several business interests."
"I wasn't asking for your opinion," Haruhito retorted rudely.
"Haruhito!" Natsuko looked appalled. "You're being rude to Toru san. Apologize to him."
When Haruhito refused, Natsuko knocked his son's head. "Act your age, Haru. And stop spewing questions at your brother. He's tired," she added firmly.
Haruhito sulked but mumbled a half-hearted apology to Toru. The guard noted that whilst the head of the Takaba family is Hidenori, the person who holds the reins is actually Takaba Natsuko. Toru concluded that it was rather interesting seeing his master in front of his family. Akihito was surprisingly dotted and accommodative. Toru supposed that was how Haruhito's brother complex was formed.
As Natsuko chatted animatedly about her visit, Toru quickly took the opportunity to text his boss about the earlier incidents.
Xx Business as Usual xX
Akihito was at least relieved to find out that Asami did not use whatever connections he had to close down the entire Tokyo Tower. Tokyo's most influential man or not; the Tower remains open to the public.
Natsuko seemed genuinely excited as she rode up the elevator. She giggled and made a lot of noise that reminded Akihito about himself when he was moaning under Asami. Pushing that image away, Akihito looked at his family again. They looked happy; even Haruhito had forgotten about the incident in the car and started joking around with his parents. That's Haru-nii for you, Akihito thought, ever optimistic.
The photographer was beginning to relax, thinking that nothing could ever go wrong visiting government-owned public places like this. Apart from the free tickets and a personal guide, nothing seemed out of the ordinary as they rode up the elevator to the observatory deck.
And he was wrong, again. There were nothing wrong with the first observatory deck but when his mother suggested moving to the special observatory deck for a more spectacular view, Akihito didn't expect the entire special observatory to be closed for private visiting. By private visiting, Akihito learnt from the personal guide, it meant that the deck was only reserved for Akihito and his entourage.
After having a tough time trying to make his family believed him why it was closed exclusively for their viewing pleasure, Akihito found his patience wearing thin. He excused himself, hid at the emergency staircase and took out his phone.
"Akihito, how are you enjoying your visit?"
"You bastard, you're doing it on purpose!" Akihito nearly screamed in frustration.
"Isn't it more comfortable to travel when you have your itinerary planned?" The yakuza drawled.
"No! Do you know what sort of excuses I have to come out with?" Akihito said irritably.
"You could have said it's a favor from your landlord."
Ugh – Toru and his excellent reporting skills. "No landlord goes that far for a tenant," Akihito pointed out. "And Haru-nii is right, whatever you're doing, it's suspicious."
"Except that you are not a tenant, but a yakuza's lover."
Color flooded Akihito's cheeks immediately. "I – I am not your lo –ver."
"Oh? Would you rather be known as my wife then?"
"St—op it, you pervert."
The yakuza let out a low, amused chuckle. "Enjoy your sightseeing, Akihito. And here's an advance notice of your itinerary so you can start figuring your excuses. Ando will be taking you to Hyotan for dinner after this."
The photographer groaned immediately; his brain immediately went to the amount of fresh excuses he had to come out with. "Can't Ando take us to a family restaurant instead?"
Again, the same chuckle. "Stick to Toru and be good," he said, avoiding the question altogether. "And stay out of trouble."
The line went dead before Akihito could retaliate. He stared at his phone, infuriated that he was forced into Asami's pace. "That jerk!" he muttered.
"Akihito?"
He turned and saw his brother looking at him. Again, there was the same skeptical look.
"What are you doing here? Who were you talking to?"
Akihito laughed nervously. "No one, let's go."
Haruhito's arm shot out, gripping his arm as he attempted to walk past him. Akihito looked up nervously at his brother.
"Are you hiding something from us?"
It was never good if his brother started using a serious tone. Like him, Haruhito can be relentless in pursuing for answers. It was something that both brothers unconsciously share.
"Nothing, Haru-nii." He averted his eyes to the side.
"You're lying." Haruhito tightened his grip on Akihito. "I'm your nii-san, I know you. You're fidgety, nervous and you've been avoiding the topic on Asami. Who's he to you?"
Damn his brother for being observant. "He's my landlord," he replied guiltily.
"Aki, if you're in trouble, tell me. I'll help you," his voice softened.
Watching his brother's worried expression made Akihito guiltier. He sighed, "I'm not in any trouble, nii-san."
"But –," his brother protested, only to be interrupted by the sound of the door opening.
Turning to the direction of the door, Akihito nearly breathed out in relief when he saw Toru.
"Akihito san, your parents are ready to leave," he said in his usual, stoic expression.
"Ye—ah, thanks, Toru," he replied gratefully. Turning to his brother, he tugged at Haruhito's arm. "Let's go, Haru-nii. We're going to a very nice restaurant for dinner."
Haruhito complied but as he passed Toru, he stopped, glaring at the guard before finally stepping out of the emergency staircase with Akihito.
Xx Business as Usual xX
Hyoten was an upscale, posh traditional Japanese restaurant in the urban center of Shiba-Koen. A very reserved restaurant, Hyota had no central dining room, just a warren of private chambers with tatami mats and low, traditional tables and chairs. Standing just outside the private rooms, a lovely garden, completed by a carp pond decorated the restaurant.
The sight itself was breathtaking but Hyotan's main attraction wasn't the luxurious décor. It was the food that earned Hyotan the top Japanese restaurant in Tokyo.
The food didn't come cheap, of course. Akihito was glad that he already told his parents that he'd be giving them a treat from the money he had saved. A big, fat lie but he hadn't had a choice.
A beautiful lady in kimono rushed out to bow at Akihito. She kept her head down as she led them to the back before stopping at a private room. Sliding the paper door apart gently, she gestured them inside.
Everyone, including Akihito, gasped at the size of the private room. Akihito counted the tatami mats and noticed that it was already bigger than his old apartment. A low, oak table stood in the center, surrounded by ten legless chairs.
"Aki, is it really all right to dine here?" Natsuko asked, looking uncertainly at her husband.
Akihito forced out a smile. "Don't worry, kaa-san. I've saved up quite a bit," he reassured, placing a hand on his mother's shoulder, motioning her to take a seat.
"You don't have to force yourself, we'll be fine even if we eat at a family restaurant," his father replied as he sat next to his wife.
The photographer took his own seat across his parents. His brother automatically sat next to him. "I'm not forcing myself tou-san; I have saved enough."
For the moment, no one spoke as the yukata cladded waitress came forward to pour them tea. Akihito murmured his thanks as he held the dainty porcelain cup in his hand, savoring its warmth before raising it to his lips.
"Ah – " Natsuko suddenly exclaimed, "Akihito, why don't you ask Asami san to have dinner with us? We'd like to thank him for all the trouble."
Akihito spurted out his hot tea. "No!"
"Why?" Haruhito challenged.
Accepting the handkerchief from Toru, Akihito dabbed his mouth before wiping the table with the cloth. "He's – a very busy man, I don't think he's free to join us."
"Surely, no matter how busy, he has to have dinner!" Natsuko protested.
"That's right, Akihito. Why don't you call him?" Haruhito asked again.
"I don't want to disturb him when he's working," Akihito finished lamely.
Haruhito opened his mouth only to shut it again when his mother gave him a warning stare. "Perhaps if we could meet him before we leave? We'd like to say thank you," his mother persuaded.
His mother had a gentle yet persuasive aura that made it impossible for Akihito to turn her down. "I—I will try to ask him when he gets back from work tonight," Akihito answered uncertainly as he looked at Toru and Ando who sat at the end of the table.
"Akihito, it's all right," his father interjected. "Natsuko, be considerate, Asami san is a very busy man.
Thank you, tou-san, Akihito cheered inwardly. He knew his father would understand.
"But –," Natsuko didn't get to continue as the door slid open.
Grateful for the intrusion, Akihito turned to the door; and nearly dropped his porcelain cup. Asami Ryuiichi stood at the door, flanked by Kirishima by his side. Dressed in his usual designer three piece suit, his hair was sleek, styled to perfection as he walked into the room confidently.
Toru managed to camouflage his identity as Akihito's assistant by remaining silent. He remained seated as he bowed slightly at his boss and superiors but Ando was so nervous that he immediately stood up, bowing deeply. "A – Asami sama."
Asami nodded his head and took his seat at the center, next to Akihito. As the seats in front were occupied, Kirishima went to the other end, sitting next to Ando and Toru.
Fuck, now what the hell am I going to say to my parents? Akihito glanced at his family members. His father had the bewildered look on his face; his mother looked as though as she had just seen a popular film star and Haruhito looked like a lion ready to pounce on its prey.
"Aki, aren't you going to introduce us?" Natsuko whispered across the table.
Refraining himself from cursing the man next to him, Akihito gritted out, "Kaa-san, Tou-san, Haru-nii, this is my landlord, Asami and his secretary, Kirishima."
He turned to Asami. "My parents, Takaba Hidenori and Natsuko." Akihito introduced before placing a hand on his brother's shoulder. "And this is my brother, Haruhito, Asami san," he stressed the salutation, voicing out his displeasure.
The yakuza ignored his unusual pitch and returned Hidenori and Natsuko's bow. "Pleasure to meet you."
Natsuko's eyes sparkled. "My – my, you are even better looking than Toru and Ando."
"Kaa-san!" Haruhito and Akihito shouted simultaneously, embarrassed.
"I heard from Akihito that you took the trouble to plan the itinerary," Hidenori started, bowing a little. "I apologize for the trouble and thank you for your generosity."
Asami took a sip of the offered tea. "It's not a trouble, Takaba san. After all, Akihito has been very helpful to me," he said; his lips curved into a smile as he looked at Akihito.
If his parents and brother weren't around, Akihito was certain he would have flipped the table turtle. Controlling his temper and embarrassment, Akihito smiled forcefully, "Likewise, Asami san, you've been kind enough to provide me a room in your lovely apartment."
The crime lord gave Akihito a mocking smile. "It's not a problem, seeing that your services have always been excellent," he said, enjoying the game.
The photographer needn't to be reminded what sort of services the crime lord was mentioning. That nerve of the man! "Of course, housework and cooking are my specialty," Akihito answered, forcing out a smile.
His mother laughed. "I'm glad our Aki can be of some use to you, Asami san, right Anata?" she said, looking at her husband.
Asami smirked again. "He is."
"We're very relieved!" Natsuko replied, her face brimming with happiness. "Akihito can be quite handful at times, Asami san. That job of his, we tried telling him to quit but he's too stubborn to listen."
"That –," Asami replied, as he raised the cup to his lips, "I will have to agree."
"Kaa-san!" Akihito said desperately.
"What is it that you do, Asami san?" Haruhito cut in.
Asami glanced at Akihito's brother. "I'm a businessman –,"
"What sort of business?" Haruhito shot out, cutting Asami off.
"Haruhito, you are being rude to Asami san," Hidenori gave his son a stern warning. He turned to Asami and bowed slightly, "I apologize, Asami san."
"It's all right," Asami replied, taking another sip of his tea. "I supposed Haruhito san is only curious." He signaled for Kirishima.
The secretary came to the yakuza's side, offering a business card to Haruhito. The elder Takaba sibling took the card unwillingly before glancing at it. His eyes widened. "You're the Asami Ryuiichi, CEO of Sion?"
Even Hidenori looked genuinely shocked. "Ah, my company has dealings with you," Hidenori said. "I am from Taito Pharmaceuticals, Fukouka, Kyushu region."
Asami already knew about it from the report Kirishima had provided him that morning. Takaba Hidenori is a marketing executive while Akihito's mother works as a part time waitress at a local family restaurant. His brother, Takaba Haruhito is a top sales manager in Asahi brewery.
"It is indeed a surprise, Takaba san," Asami said although his tone did not indicate anything but.
"Thank you for your continuous support." Hidenori bowed.
Asami nodded politely, glancing at Haruhito. The sales manager didn't look pleased with the turn of events but for the lack of a better topic to talk, he remained silent. Akihito was fidgety, and from the looks on his face, he wanted nothing more but to escape. It was amusing, Asami thought, to see Akihito behaving so obediently in front of his parents. With his face flushed and eyes looking downwards at his folded thighs, Akihito looked like he was on his first omiai date.
The sight before him was exquisite and he immediately felt his pants tightened. Asami decided that he'd have Akihito later on the very same table, with his legs spread wide under him, writhing and calling out his name.
"So, Asami san, how do you know Akihito?" Haruhito spoke suddenly, ending the silence in the room.
"Haru nii, I thought I told you about it," Akihito quickly added.
Asami knew Haruhito was trying to trap him. Toru reported that Haruhito wasn't too convinced with Akihito's explanation and was pressuring Akihito to reveal the truth. "I met him while he was taking a few photos for my events," Asami replied, matching Akihito's explanation.
His lover's eyes widened at the similarity of the explanation. "That's – that's right, Haru-nii. See, I told you so," Akihito laughed nervously.
"But I am curious;" Haruhito said politely but coolly, "How did Akihito come to live with you? My brother -," he stressed the last word as he offered Asami a polite smile, "—is not an easy person to live with."
If Haruhito is setting bait, he is not going to succeed, Asami thought. He had been in stickier situations and this would not even shake his nerves. "I thought the arrangement is perfect, seeing that Akihito had troubles paying rent and I need a housekeeper."
Haruhito opened his mouth, but the sound of the door sliding diverted his attention. The manager came in; bowing at Asami before announcing dinner was ready. Conversation over dinner was polite, with Asami and Hidenori conversing about business opportunities while Natsuko chatted with Akihito and Toru.
By the time they had finished dinner, Natsuko requested to be excused to the bathroom. Hidenori accompanied his wife and Ando stepped out to lead the way. Sensing the atmosphere was rather awkward; Haruhito stood up, mumbling a lame excuse about wanting to take a walk around the garden.
Asami glanced briefly at Kirishima and the secretary took it as a hint to leave. He nudged Toru's arm and both guards bowed at Asami before stepping out, offering some privacy to their boss.
"Why the hell are you here, Asami?" Akihito hissed the minute the door to the private room closed.
The yakuza nudged his lover's chin up to meet his gaze. "Dinner; in case your memory fails you, this is my restaurant," he replied, amused.
Akihito pushed the hand away. "Liar; you're here to make fun of me."
Asami chuckled, pulling the boy to his lap. "No," Asami replied, kissing him. Sliding his hand into Akihito's thin shirt, he brushed his fingers at Akihito's nipple, pinching it slightly. "I'm here to mess you up –, " he said in a low, husky voice, "—on this table, after your family leaves."
The coarse words excite Akihito. It aroused him and he wanted nothing more but to rip the clothes that was hiding his lover's magnificent body. A soft moan escaped his lips when Asami began to lick Akihito's ear.
"St—stop it! My parents and brother, they're outside!" Akihito shoved at his lover.
The grip on Akihito tightened as Asami angled his head, kissing Akihito on his lips roughly. The boy responded almost immediately, raising his hands to Asami's neck as he returned his kisses.
Asami could have missed it if his head wasn't angled at the direction of the door but as luck would have it, he noticed the sliding door slid open slowly. His first instinct told him that it was an intruder but Suoh was standing guard outside the restaurant. There were also Ando, Toru and Kirishima around the premise. His enemies wouldn't be so stupid as to barge into his place without proper research.
The door opened another inch, revealing the intruder. It was Haruhito. Deciding to teach him a lesson, Asami slid his hand to the back of Akihito's head, holding him firmly as he kissed him deeper; all the while mocking Haruhito with his golden eyes.
The show went on for a full ten seconds before Akihito tore his mouth away. "St – stop, Asami. My parents are coming back soon," he panted slightly.
Releasing the boy, Asami stared at Haruhito, offering him an infuriating smirk. He half expected Haruhito to barge into the room, demanding an explanation but the elder Takaba remained silent. He even waited another minute before entering the room with his parents.
Haruhito didn't speak, nor did he protest after dinner when Asami suggested Akihito could travel with him in a car while Ando take the rest back to the hotel.
"What happened to Haru-nii?" Akihito asked the minute his parents and brother bade their farewells, leaving them in the room.
Asami did not answer; he merely pushed his lover to the table and devoured him as promised.
Xx Business as Usual xX
The next day, 11.40 a.m- Sion headquarters
The intercom to Asami's office beeped at twenty minutes to noon, just before Asami was scheduled for a lunch meeting with a senior staff. His gaze flickered to the red light blinking and noticed it was his secretary.
"Asami sama, the concierge called. Takaba Haruhito is downstairs, at the lobby and is requesting a moment of your time," Kirishima's clear voice rang out. "Should we let him up, sir?"
Asami had expected this. In fact, he bet himself a five million yen that Takaba Haruhito would seek him out before the day ends. After what he had witnessed yesterday, there was no way the elder Takaba sibling would let the matter slide.
"Send him up."
"Very well," Kirishima answered.
Asami stood up from his desk and walked to the glass window that opened his office to the magnificent view of Tokyo. Akihito resembled his brother in many ways. Both are strong willed, obstinate and passionate at their work. Despite the similarities, Akihito had something more captivating than his brother: his hazel eyes and fight to death attitude.
The knock on his office door brought Asami's thoughts back to the present. He turned, walked back to his chair and sat on it.
"Enter."
Kirishima pushed the heavy door open to reveal a smartly dressed Takaba Haruhito. He donned a pair of dress pants, paired with a long sleeve shirt and jacket. Black hair styled according to office standards, Haruhito walked into the room confidently.
"Takaba san." He remained in a position of power behind his desk as he greeted, offering the man nothing but a small smirk.
Kirishima pulled the visitor chair and gestured Haruhito to sit before taking his position behind his boss.
Uncomfortable but displeased, Asami noted, when Haruhito's eyes met his.
Ignoring his guest, Asami coolly retrieved his cigarette pack from his coat, removed a stick and placed it between his lips. Kirishima immediately offered light, which the yakuza accepted.
"I didn't come here for business," Haruhito started off rather awkwardly.
The crime lord leaned back, exhaled his smoke. "I am aware of that."
"I had your background checked."
When Asami's brow winged up, Haruhito continued. "I had friends who are familiar with underground dealings. On the surface, you are a highly successful businessman. But in reality, you control all of Japan's underground market," Haruhito stared at Asami, "A crime lord, a fearless yakuza, that's what they call you."
Undeterred by the information, Asami flashed Haruhito a smirk. "And?"
Haruhito sprang up from his seat. "My brother has been blinded by your phony surface! Stay away from Akihito or I will tell him who you really are!" He threatened.
Lazily, Asami passed his unfinished cigarette stick to Kirishima. "I do not take orders from you, Takaba-kun."
"Don't you care if –,"
"You underestimate Akihito," Asami interrupted, "How do you think he knew about me? Our backgrounds are worlds apart."
Haruhito staggered back. "Aki told us that he took photographs of your events –" he trailed off, looking at the plush carpet.
For a moment, there was silence. Then, as if something triggered him, he looked up at Asami, eyes widened in shock. "Aki – his true passion is crime photography –" He shook his head. " – no, it cannot be true."
"I'm pleased that you're at least intelligent," Asami approved.
Haruhito took two steps forward, slamming his hand on Asami's table. "You – captured Akihito and took him against his will, you bastard!"
"Takaba san, I will not allow you to speak to Asami sama in that manner," Kirishima said, walking around the table. "You will sit at your seat or I will escort you out."
Asami waved his hand at Kirishima, signaling him to stand back. Bowing slightly, the secretary obeyed without questions. "I have no desire nor am I obliged to explain myself to you but I will tell you this -," Asami said, his eyes narrowed and serious. "Akihito is mine."
"My – my brother –," Haruhito stuttered at the cold predatory gaze. "He – he is not a thing; he will not be kept like a mistress!"
"I have never kept him against his will; he comes and goes as he pleases," Asami replied calmly, even as his temper began to rise. "If he chooses to leave, it's a different matter but I will never allow anyone to coerce him into leaving."
"He's not your damn possession!" Haruhito raised his voice. "And what would you do if someone really does that?" He sneered. "Kill him?"
When the crime lord remained silent, Haruhito gasped, staggering backwards. "You – you –,"he halted, finding it difficult to even form the words.
Asami smiled, remembering the lives he ended to protect his lover. He didn't reply the younger man. Instead he rose, slowly. Haruhito simply froze as all the blood drained out of his face. Eyes fixated at Asami's dangerous glare, he remained rooted on the spot.
"You would do it?" He asked again, just to be certain.
The yakuza flashed a grin as he walked past Haruhito to sit on the long couch.
"You've done it." It wasn't a question.
The crime lord took his time in answering. Gracefully, he reached for the bottle of whisky on the table. Kirishima bent down, positioning the glass in front of his boss as he poured himself a drink. Slowly, he raised the glass to his lips, taking a sip of the amber liquid before looking at the man shaking slightly in front of him. He smiled, thinly. "I didn't say that."
"You are crazy!" Haruhito shook a little. "Why would Aki choose to be with a –," he stopped himself from uttering word murderer. And it would seem wise that he didn't because his brother's lover looked as though as he could kill him with his gaze.
Haruhito looked away, unwilling to stare at Asami. His golden eyes were hard, piercing and it was uncomfortable to even look at. The fire he had brought with him a moment ago was completely replaced by ice, leaving him shivering with fear. He clasped his hands together.
He's already shaking, Asami noted and was pleased. He should be. Any other person threatening him in similar fashion, he'd put a bullet in his head – no questions asked. But this is Akihito's brother; and he does not want to see his lover wallowing in misery if anything were to happen to Haruhito.
"Asami sama, I believe it's time for the meeting," Kirishima interrupted politely, ending the tension in the room.
The dismissal was clear; and Haruhito nearly turned to the door when he looked up at Asami again. His dark eyes were fierce and determined, reminding Asami of Akihito. "I am not acknowledging you, Asami. But I won't go against Aki's wishes. If he has chosen you, then be it. But, I swear I'll never forgive you if anything happens to him."
Since the threat came out in a wheeze, it wasn't particularly effective. He continued, "And if you're going to discard him like some trash once you're tired of him, I'll –"
"Takaba kun," there was a faint irritation in Asami's voice. "I once told a business associate that I'd drag Akihito to the pits of hell with me than to send him away." He rose from his seat, walked around the couch and past Haruhito, stopping next to him.
"You're a smart man, I'm sure I do not need to explain what I meant by that," he said, without looking at Haruhito. "And I will not react kindly if he is taken from me."
The yakuza's tone was mild and soft yet the warning was clear enough to make Haruhito's blood turn cold all over again.
As the situation grew tense, Kirishima took that as a cue to speak out. "Takaba san, Asami sama is scheduled for a meeting in a few minutes. If you would please take your leave –,"
Haruhito was only glad to comply. Without looking at Asami, he walked to the door. As he pulled the oak door wide open, he halted his steps, glancing backwards. "Toru san and the chauffer, Ando, they're not Akihito's assistants, am I correct to assume that?"
Asami smirked. "They're Akihito's guards."
Haruhito nearly winced. "I suspected as much."
Xx Business as Usual xX
Day 3- Narita Airport, Domestic Departures
Akihito couldn't remember the last time he felt glad about sending his parents off. He loved his parents and that idiotic brother of his but the photographer was really running out of excuses.
Haruhito had been acting strange since the night at the restaurant. The next day, he politely declined Akihito's suggestion to visit the shrine, opting to meet up with a former classmate. Akihito didn't think his brother had a former classmate in Tokyo but he didn't want to pry in his brother's affairs. He supposed he should be grateful about it since the last thing he wanted was to be confronted by his brother about Asami.
"Asami san, thank you for everything," Natsuko said warmly, bowing a little.
Asami offered a rare smile. "I hope you've enjoyed your brief visit in Tokyo."
"I did, very much," Natsuko smiled, clapping her hands together. "It felt like honeymoon all over again. Now I wish I didn't bring Haruhito with me," she sighed, placing her palm on her cheek.
"Kaa-san!" Haruhito's cheeks turned red. "That was mean of you!"
Hidenori shook his head. "Natsuko, don't tease your son."
"Hai – hai," she murmured, smiling. She looked at Asami again. "Asami san, you're such a wonderful man. If my Aki were a girl, I'd marry him to you at once."
"Ka—san!" Both Akihito and Haruhito exclaimed, embarrassed.
The elder Takaba sibling moved to his brother, pulling him into a tight embrace. "I won't allow him to take Aki-chan," he declared.
Akihito shoved at his brother. "Who are you calling Aki-chan, Haruhito?"
Shocked, Haruhito had both hands on Akihito's shoulder, shaking him lightly. "Akihito, call me nii-san. I'm your brother, right?"
Akihito folded his arms. "I told you I'd stop calling you nii-san if you call me Aki-chan."
Haruhito hugged his brother. "You don't mean that, Akihito!"
"Oh, stop it, both of you," Natsuko warned, smacking her sons' heads. "You're both old enough to be squabbling at the airport."
"Kaa-san," Akihito groaned, rubbing his head.
"We have to go," Hidenori announced after checking his wrist watch. He bowed at Asami. "Thank you, Asami san."
"Come to Fukouka sometimes," Natsuko held Asami's hands in hers. She tiptoed, whispering to Asami's ears. "Akihito is a willful child, but please, help us to take care of him, Asami san."
"It'd be my pleasure, Takaba san."
When Natsuko pulled back, her eyes were damp. She released her hand and smiled. Turning to Akihito, she caressed her son's face before pinching him. "Aki, be good."
"Ow!" Akihito rubbed his cheeks. "Kaa-san, I'm not a child."
Natsuko laughed, pulling Haruhito with her. With one final bow, the Takabas disappeared into the departure hall.
Xx Business as Usual xX
"I'm beat," Akihito said the minute he climbed into the limousine. He leaned against the seat, closing his eye. "It's your fault, you know."
"How so?"
The photographer opened his eyes again, staring at his yakuza lover accusingly. "If you didn't stick your nose in the itinerary, I wouldn't have to come up with so many excuses."
Asami chuckled. "There's always an easier way, Akihito."
Akihito moved nearer to the yakuza. "Like what, telling them I'm the great Asami Ryuiichi's lover?" he snorted.
Asami pulled the boy to him. He tugged at Akihito's before crushing their mouths together. "You can tell them you're my wife if you prefer."
"Hah – I'll cut my tongue off before I say that," the photographer said as he pulled away. "Besides, if Haru-nii knew, he'll flip. I can already imagining him barging into your office, demanding for an explanation."
"I can imagine that."
The lack of response from Asami roused Akihito's suspicions. He glanced at the yakuza, who looked extremely pleased with himself. Without a word, Akihito moved to the other corner and immersed himself with the scenery outside, thinking about his brother's odd behavior.
The morning he came back from meeting his supposed friend, his brother looked slightly pale. To Akihito's surprise, Haruhito didn't pester him about Asami and was even interacting normally without irritating him. Thinking that the meet-up might not have gone well, Akihito remained quiet.
As the car driven by Suoh entered Sion's basement, it suddenly dawned on him. Hazel eyes widened, he turned to the crime lord who was looking at him intently. "Did Haru- nii come to Sion yesterday?"
A thin smile graced the yakuza's lips. "Your deducing skills have improved, Akihito."
In a heartbeat, Akihito was on Asami's lap, straddling him. "What did you do to him?" He asked suspiciously.
"We had a conversation and he left after that," Asami said, wrapping his arms around the photographer's ass.
"Knowing you – you'd – Cut it out!" Akihito squirmed when the yakuza gently kneaded his bottom.
I'm collecting my favors now, Akihito," the yakuza said and crushed their mouths together. The boy struggled, trying to push him away but Asami had anticipated his lover's every move. The yakuza's hand left Akihito's pert ass, travelling up to his neck, holding the boy firmly. When the boy's mouth parted slightly to moan, Asami took the chance to slip his tongue into Akihito's hot cavern, deepening the kiss.
For a few minutes, neither men spoke. They feasted on each other, pulling and tugging each other's clothes, pushing away the garment that separated their skin.
Akihito had no idea how he went from fully clothed to naked in a matter of seconds. It didn't matter if his clothes were torn; he didn't stop to think if he had a change later. All he knew was he desperately wanted Asami to touch him, to fill him, to scratch the burning itch that was growing inside of him.
Vaguely, Akihito heard Asami pressing the intercom, ordering Suoh something about leaving the car but his lust-filled mind could not process the entire conversation. He heard the doors to the car opened and slammed shut, indicating the two occupants at the front seat had already left the vehicle.
Where are they again? Home or Sion? Akihito wanted to open his mouth to ask but Asami left him no chance to speak. In an instant, he found himself flipped on his knees with his face pressed on the leather seat, leaving his naked ass exposed.
No noise, in Akihito's opinion, is more glorious than listening to the sound of Asami's belt being undone. Just the thought of having Asami's cock sliding in and out of him made Akihito nearly squirmed with the need to come.
Then, Asami was over him. The slick, blunt head of Asami's cock pressed against Akihito's puckered hole before sliding into Akihito smoothly.
The photographer curled his fists; his mouth opened in a soundless scream of pleasure. As Asami began to thrust deeper into him, Akihito heard him say, "You are mine, Akihito. I will accept nothing else."
Xx Business as Usual xX
Outside, Toru and Suoh stood next to each other, a few feet away from the limousine. With their backs facing the car, they brushed off curious Sion employees who noticed the luxurious vehicle was rocking oddly in the Sion basement parking lot.
"How long do you think the boss will take?"
Toru glanced at his wrist watch. "No less than forty minutes, Suoh san."
Suoh nearly winced. "I heard you once waited for two hours at Takaba sama's store in Ginza." His lips curved. "I can only tip my hat off you. Really, you're good, Toru."
Toru returned Suoh's smile. At that moment, he thought that it wouldn't hurt to give himself some credit too. Straightening his back, he resumed his duties. He marched towards a group of men and said, "Excuse me, this place is off limits."
Translations: Omiai – matchmaking session where two individuals meet up to consider the possibility of marriage. (wikipedia)
A/N: The four seasons in Japanese are Haru, Aki, Natsu and Fuyu. The kanji for Akihito's name (Aki) is fall, while Haruhito's name (Haru) is spring. Natsuko's name (Natsu) means summer.
A/N 2: I used kaa-san (mother), tou-san(father), and haru-nii (loosely translated as brother Haru) instead of English terms. I thought they sounded more endearing. You might also noticed that Natsuko calls Hidenori as Anata. Anata is used by Japanese wives when calling their husbands. Sorry If I am confusing you.
This chapter is the hardest I've ever written. I lost count how many times I had to rewrite the scenes and the only scenes that I did not rewrite were the lemons. (Face palms for being a pervert). Also, thank you to RiveReinStyx for suggesting a sibling with a brother-complex.
I will write Fei Long meeting Akihito in chapter 20! I'm crossing my fingers that I won't screw that up.
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