Hello everyone! I apologize for the late updates. Juggling between work, assignments, examinations and wedding plans prove to be exhausting and time consuming.
Thank you to RiveReinStyx for your help, invaluable advice and beta! You are the best!
This chapter is for SidonieGordon, who requested a birthday fiction in chapter 13! I'm sorry for the long wait!
Disclaimer: Viewfinder and its characters belong to Yamane Ayano. This is a non-profit work.
Warnings: Lemons
Lastly, Happy Birthday, Akihito!
Business as Usual - Chapter 21
May 4th, 11.30 p.m, Sion Headquarters
Asami Ryuiichi stood at the window, staring at the colorful lights of the metropolitan. Tokyo; his city, he thought as he took another drag of his Dunhill cigarette. In Japan, his empire spread to all four islands, ruling both the business and underworld with his iron fists. His business partners envied him, politicians respected him and the underworld feared him. He smiled, satisfied at the thought.
A knock tore Asami's gaze from the magnificent view. "Enter."
Kirishima entered the room, bowing slightly. He walked to the crime lord, handing him a large envelope.
"Sir, Yoh came to pass this to you. It's from Fei Long."
Asami passed the unfinished cigarette to Kirishima, taking the brown envelope in the process. Without a word, he went to the sitting area and sat on the single couch. Accepting the pen knife from his secretary, Asami cut the sealed envelope open, pouring out the contents.
A 6R size photograph and a note card slid out smoothly, landing on his lap. Asami took the photograph, studying it carefully. A fair man in his late twenties lay dead on the ground. His eyes were left open, demonstrating fear in his final moments of life. Two bullet holes punched through the man's head and blood – lots of blood soaked the pale blue shirt he was wearing.
Asami picked up the note card and recognized Fei Long's elegant, cursive handwriting. It bore nothing but three words;
Chey Rith's son
The crime lord chuckled. So, Fei Long managed to kill the son; this meant it was Asami's turn to do his part. Calmly, he flicked his Zippo open, setting the photograph aflame before placing it on the ashtray, watching it burn.
"Asami sama," Kirishima began, ending the silence. "Pardon me for asking but what are your plans to capture Chey Rith?"
Asami watched the flames eat the last bit of the photograph. "Chey will lay low at the meantime; he needs time to bury his son. After that, we'll leave for Cambodia."
"What about Takaba sama?" Kirishima asked as he eyed his boss.
"He'll be here with Ando and Toru. Arrange Kanda to be with him until the matter with Chey is settled."
The secretary smirked, pushing up his spectacles. "He is not going to be happy about it, sir."
Asami curved a smile, already imagining Akihito scowling. "Indeed; but it's a better alternative than bringing him to Cambodia," he added as he burned the note card from Fei Long.
There was another moment of silence before Asami spoke again. "Kirishima – ,"
The bespectacled man flinched slightly at the coldness of his boss's voice. "Yes, Asami sama?"
Asami continued staring at the remnants of the photographs in the ashtray. "Chey Rith is likely to gather more allies to his side, including people from my organization –" he paused for a moment, retrieving a cigarette from his pockets. " – I need to know where your loyalty stands."
Kirishima immediately knelt next to the crime lord. He took the Zippo from the table, flicked it open, lighting the cigarette between his master's lips. "Asami sama, I'll pull the trigger to my head before betraying you."
As if sensing what Asami was thinking, Kirishima continued, "Toru and Ando will never betray Takaba sama. Toru already sees him as a brother."
Asami offered a smile. "Kirishima, there was never a doubt in my mind that you'll betray me as how Chen had betrayed Fei Long," he said, exhaling the smoke. "What I need to know is if Chey asks you to betray me, can you do it?"
Kirishima looked appalled by the suggestion. "Asami sama, you know very well that you are the only master I will serve."
Asami turned to look at his shell-shocked secretary. "You misunderstood, Kirishima. When the time comes, I want you to do it. Infiltrate his organization if you have to – we'll bring Chey down."
Relieved, Kirishima replaced the Zippo on the table. He stood up, lips curving into a thin smile. "That goes without saying Asami sama. All four of us: Suoh, Toru, Ando and I; we're prepared to go to the lengths for you. All you have to do is give the orders."
Asami stood up from his seat. "I expect nothing less from you, Kirishima. You always exceed my expectations."
No words were needed for the secretary. Smiling, he bowed, offering his gratitude before turning to leave the room. He halted his steps, turned and looked at his boss. "Sir? Preparations for tomorrow have been completed."
Nodding his head, the yakuza watched the door to his private office closed. He checked his wrist watch and it read;
11.57 p.m.
Retrieving his phone, he called Toru.
"Asami sama," Toru answered at the first ring.
"Where are you?"
"In a karaoke bar near Shibuya Station," Toru answered.
A screech or what Asami thought to be a badly sung note had him pull the phone away from his ear. He later recognized the owner of the voice as one of Akihito's friends, trying to hit a high note of Setsuna's latest single. His failure earned a chorus laugh from the audience. "Takato, stop, you're butchering the song!" Asami heard his lover laughing.
"I apologize. That was Takato, sir. Takaba sama's friends insisted on celebrating his birthday in a karaoke joint."
"Put me on video," Asami ordered, already imagining Akihito clutching his stomach.
He was right. A hand on his stomach, Akihito laughed heartily as he held onto Kou for support. Takato dropped the microphone almost immediately, embarrassment clearly written over his face. "Hey, that was a difficult note! How was I supposed to hit it?"
Toru proved to be an expert in carrying out secret missions. None of the boys realize that their entire actions were witnessed by Asami at the comfort of his office. They continued laughing heartily at Takato's expense, to the point Akihito had to wipe the tears from his eyes. Takato jumped on Akihito, looped an arm around his neck, in pretense of strangling him.
"Hey, it's going to be midnight soon! Bring out the birthday cake!" Asami heard Kou yelling. Takato reached for the phone, calling the waitress while Kou immediately played the Birthday song.
The strawberry filled cake came in moments later and there were so many candles that they almost blinded Asami's vision. Kou stood up, pulling Akihito with him. Standing in between Kou and Takato, his lover beamed when he saw the cake.
Asami continued watching his lover's reaction in great interest. Akihito looked fidgety as his friends attempted to sing a bad rendition of the birthday song for him. So, Akihito is generally uncomfortable with gifts, Asami noted. His cheeks went redder as he tried to blow the magic candles multiple times, earning another chorus laugh from his friends.
When his lover finally succeeded blowing the candles at attempt number four, Asami decided that he had seen enough. He looked at Toru, who was observant enough to notice the slight changes in Asami's attention and quickly switched from video to audio transmission.
"Asami sama," he greeted again.
"Keep him in your sight," he commanded.
"Understood, sir," Toru said.
Asami ended the call and place the device on the table. This came a close second of what he wanted to protect after his lover's fiery eyes – Akihito's carefree smile. Walking to the window that opened to the busy nightlife of Tokyo, he stared at nowhere in particular. The calm before storm, he thought. He'd enjoy Akihito's birthday celebration at the very least before partaking in one of the most troublesome killings ever.
Xx Business as Usual xX
5th May, 8.00 a.m.
The odd hum of the machine woke Akihito up from his sleep. Given that he had only gotten back from karaoke with Kou and Takato at two in the morning, he wasn't happy to be woken up with only less than five hours of sleep. Oddly, the yakuza was already asleep when Akihito came home so he didn't bother waking the crime lord up. Besides, allowing Asami to sleep meant that his ass would be safe for the night.
Akihito rubbed his eyes open. For a moment, he thought he must be dreaming. After all, why on earth was he half naked in an unfamiliar surrounding? The soft bed he was lying on was smaller than Asami's king size bed. The usually large room had shrunk and the huge window panels were replaced by small rectangular ones. He sat up, trying to put the pieces together in his muddled brain.
Rubbing his tired eyes again, the photographer looked up. His gaze automatically went to the yakuza sitting on the bed next to him, reading reports. Casually dressed in his dress pants and white shirt, Asami had his sleeves rolled up as he leaned against the head rest of the queen size bed. The first two buttons of the shirt were left unbuttoned, giving Akihito the privilege to peek at his lover's magnificent chest.
Asami must have sensed Akihito's stares for he suddenly stopped reading to look at Akihito. "Finally awake?"
Akihito's eyes darted away from Asami's chest. "Where are we?"
Placing the report on the bedside table, he turned his lover. "In a plane," he answered easily.
It was then Akihito realized that the noise that woke him up belonged to the massive Rolls Royce engines of Asami's private plane.
Akihito got up immediately. "Ex—excuse me? Did you say that we're in a plane?"
Asami cupped the photographer's chin. "Are you still intoxicated?"'
The photographer pushed Asami's hand away. "No, and don't avoid the question, why are we in a plane?"
"Why are you whispering?"
Akihito swallowed, trying to ease the discomfort of his dry throat. "I'm thirsty and my throat hurts," he whispered, eyes darting to the bedside table for some water. There wasn't any so Akihito flipped the covers away, trying to get up.
A yank on his arm had Akihito fall back on the bed again. His yakuza lover hovered over him, cupping his chin firmly before lowering himself on Akihito. Forcing Akihito's mouth to open, he transmitted the cool water into the photographer's mouth.
Akihito would have resisted but he was so thirsty that he sucked on it greedily. When Asami was done, Akihito could only stare at the yakuza in longing, wanting more. His lover did not disappoint. Taking in another gulp, Asami bend down and fed the photographer again.
"Better?"
Embarrassed, Akihito pushed Asami away. "Ye - yeah. I could have drunk it myself," he muttered as he looked away.
Giving Akihito a smirk, the yakuza stood up, walking to the door. "Get dress, we're landing shortly."
"Hey, you still haven't told me where we're –," Akihito stopped, staring at the closed door. Infuriated, he stood up, put on the only set of clothes available in the room and stepped out.
Barely after he called his guard's name, the pilot announced that they would be landing shortly and requested all passengers to buckle up. Toru guided him to a single seat next to Asami before taking his own next to Ando. Kirishima and Suoh were already seated and buckled.
Tensed, Akihito shut his eyes. He didn't hate flying but he had an unexplainable dislike for take offs and landings. His heart pumped faster and before he knew it, he was already half panting when the plane started to descend.
"Akihito."
The photographer's eyes shot wide open, looking at the yakuza. Without a word, Asami pulled Akihito to him and crushed their mouths together. The yakuza coaxed his lover's mouth to open for him; and when he did, Asami took the opportunity to slip his tongue into the hot cavern of Akihito's mouth. A hand rose behind Akihito's neck, holding him firmly as Asami angled his head to kiss the photographer deeper.
"Hn – Asa –," Akihito panted, trying to push his lover away but Asami held his grip and continued ravishing his mouth. Unable to fight Asami, Akihito closed his eyes, succumbing to the heat that was slowly radiating inside him.
The kiss went on for a moment before Asami pulled back. Puzzled, Akihito opened his eyes and realized that they had already landed. He blushed, embarrassed that he had responded eagerly to Asami's kisses.
And a thought came into his mind; did Asami do that to distract him from his fear?
Xx Business as Usual xX
As expected from a VIP entourage, Akihito found himself exiting the terminal in record breaking time. He tried making sense of his surrounding but since he was dwarfed by the four guards, he didn't manage to see which airport the plane had landed.
At least we're still in Japan; Akihito thought when he was led outside the terminal.
Now, wait a fucking minute, Akihito froze when he exited the airport, recognizing the surroundings immediately.
He pushed his way through the guards and marched to Asami. "Why are we in Fukouka?"
"Vacation," the crime lord answered simply as he placed his hand at the small of Akihito's waist, leading him to the parking area.
"Why Fukouka?"
The crime lord remained silent as he ushered Akihito to a luxurious car which name Akihito could not even pronounce. The vehicle didn't come as a surprise to Akihito, since he was used to Asami travelling in expensive rides but when Kirishima opened the door to the driver seat for Asami, Akihito's eyebrows arched.
"What are you doing?" Akihito asked as he climbed into the passenger seat.
"Driving," Asami said, putting on his sunglasses.
Akihito tried not to blush at the sight. The crime lord rarely had anything covering his intense golden eyes but the sunglasses made the photographer's heart nearly skipped a beat. To say Asami looked good in the dark sunglasses would be an understatement.
"Why are you driving? What about Toru and the rest?" Akihito tried to ask normally as he fastened the seat belt.
The yakuza focused his attention to the front as he drove the car away from the airport. "They're behind us."
Akihito turned around. True enough, the rest were following them in a black sedan. "Asami, are you unwell today?" He fixed his attention to the yakuza. "Why the sudden vacation?"
Asami smirked in response. "Don't tell me that you have forgotten your birthday."
Cheeks flushed, the photographer averted his eyes. "Of—of course I remember my own birthday!" He stole a glance at Asami. The man's attention was focused on the road. "Besides, what has it got to do with coming to my hometown?"
"It's your birthday celebration," Asami answered, which did not make any sense to Akihito.
Akihito wanted to ask why Asami chose Fukouka as his so-called birthday vacation celebration. It wasn't that Akihito hated Fukouka; he loved it. But even he had to admit that it was an odd choice for vacation.
"Akihito –"
The low, almost sensual voice had Akihito's heart racing. "Wh—what?"
Using a hand to maneuver, Asami slid the other in his pocket, pulling out a small digital camera before dumping it on Akihito's hands.
"Take some photographs," he said when Akihito stared at him, dumbfounded.
"Is this my birthday present?"
"Not really since I took it from your camera store," the yakuza chuckled.
Right, Akihito had almost forgotten that he owned a camera shop in Shibuya. He studied the camera; recognizing the brand and model almost instantly. The baby might be small but the performance was on par with some of the DSLR. Not to mention that the model didn't come cheap.
Staring at the camera again, Akihito's mind wandered to the moments when they were in Bali. He remembered how he had stood on the beach, staring onto the horizon, trying to calm his troubled mind when Asami suddenly appeared with a camera. He had the same confused look back then and he remembered asking Asami, 'Why a camera?'
'Because it looks like a camera is what you needed the most right now,' Asami had answered.
And Asami was right. The tiny camera calmed him; as it did again right now. Akihito looked at Asami. "Thank you."
Without tearing his gaze from the road, the yakuza yanked Akihito to him and planted a quick kiss on his mouth.
Akihito pushed him away, laughing. "Asami, concentrate on the road!" His cheeks flushed as he rolled the window to take a few shots along the coastline.
Xx Business as Usual xX
Meanwhile, in another car
Kirishima sat next to Suoh at the back seat of the car as Toru drove the Lexus behind their boss. Ando sat in the passenger's seat in silence, preoccupied with the beautiful scenery of the coastline.
"Ah –" Ando exclaimed suddenly as he pointed to the car in front of him, prompting his seniors to divert their attention at their masters' car. "—Takaba sama has rolled down the windows."
Kirishima looked ahead and relaxed in his seat when he saw Akihito's slender arms shot out of the window, holding the digital camera he had brought from Akihito's store the day before.
"This is another rare opportunity for the four of us, isn't it?" Ando asked, eyes diverting to Toru at the driver's seat.
Toru nodded his head as he continued following the car in front of him from a safe distance.
"It is," Kirishima agreed, looking at his old friend beside him. "And since we're all together now, I'd like to discuss a few things."
Sensing something wasn't right, Suoh immediately returned his friend's troubled gaze. "Is it about Chey?"
Kirishima nodded, his attention focused at Toru through the rear view mirror. The guard did not miss the secretary's stares. He looked at the mirror briefly before focusing back on his driving.
"Is it about Takaba sama's safety?" The lanky guard asked.
Again, the secretary nodded. "You heard what Chen said at the warehouse. Chey is already on the move to bring Asami sama down using Takaba sama."
Suoh curled his fist. "Chey has probably selected his next target to kill Takaba sama but it's frustrating not knowing who was offered the job."
"Suoh san, should we restrict Takaba sama's interactions with other guards?" Ando turned to look at his senior. "If only the four of us are allowed to be near him, it will minimize the risk."
The bulky guard nodded in agreement. He turned to Kirishima. "Ando is right. I'll reschedule the guards' duties immediately. No guards will be allowed to be near Takaba sama unless the boss clears it."
"That is workable –" Kirishima agreed. "—but I have a bad feeling about this. Asami sama told me yesterday that Chey is likely to gather more allies to his side. Judging from what he did to Fei Long, I predict that Chey will come to one of us and try to rally us to him."
Ando reacted strongly to the statement. "Chey is going to be very disappointed because there is no way that any of us will –"
"No, when the time comes, Asami sama wants us to do it," Kirishima interrupted, "The boss's orders; infiltrate Chey's organization and bring him down."
"If that's Asami sama's orders, we'll do it." Suoh agreed immediately but the secretary still wore a troubled look. "You're still troubled over something, Kirishima."
"I thought about it and the most suitable candidate for Chey to approach would be –" Kirishima looked at Toru.
"Toru?" Suoh quizzed.
The lanky guard did not even so much as flicker when he heard that. "Aren't you surprised by it, Toru san?" Ando asked when he noticed his partner bore no response to Kirishima's statement.
Finally, after an uncomfortable silence, Toru spoke, "I thought about it and arrived at the same conclusion myself."
It was Kirishima who had a surprised look in his eyes. "You suspected as much?"
Toru expertly maneuvered the vehicle along the winding coastline road. "Chey isn't dumb. You and Suoh san are well-known for being loyal to Asami sama and Chey probably knows that too –," he said.
"– but Ando and I are different. We are Takaba sama's guards and since Chey wanted to have Takaba sama killed, he'd most probably target either one of us."
"What made you suspect that he was targeting you?" Kirishima leaned forward.
Again, Toru's face remained calm. "Between me and Ando, I had more access to Takaba sama. It makes perfect sense for him to come to me instead."
"Not to mention that your face do not reveal much since you are usually composed," Suoh added.
Kirishima smiled. "I'm impressed by your deduction, Toru. I share the same thoughts." The secretary leaned back and folded his arms. "If Chey contacts you, would you carry out Asami sama's orders?"
"Yes," Toru answered without hesitation.
Nodding in approval, Kirishima continued, "If he contacts you, do not agree immediately. He will suspect that it is a trap. Stall him for a few hours before giving him answers."
"I understand," Toru answered.
"Report to me personally; do not call me on my phone; just knock on my apartment door. We'll consult Asami sama."
"Thank god that we live in the same building, on the same floor," Suoh looked outside the window. "It'll eliminate any suspicions that we're plotting against Chey."
Kirishima could not agree more. He glanced at the remaining three guards in the car, all whom he regarded as family. "We'll take this bastard down."
The car stopped at the traffic lights. Toru glanced at the rear view mirror, staring at his senior and he repeated Kirishima's words to Asami. "That goes without saying, Kirishima san."
Xx Business as Usual xX
Twenty minutes on the road and along the coastline, Akihito found himself at a very familiar junction. He looped the camera around his neck, turning to his lover. "Why are we going to my house?" He demanded.
The yakuza chuckled. "You're in Fukouka, aren't you? Shouldn't you visit your parents?"
"Of course I will but you don't have to!" Akihito said desperately. Just thinking of the amount of fresh excuses made Akihito groan.
"I recall your mother inviting me to Fukouka," Asami said as he drove into a housing area.
Akihito clamped his mouth shut. He did remember his mother uttering the words to Asami. He let it slide since he didn't think Asami would travel to Fukouka to visit them.
"What am I supposed to say to my parents?" Akihito panicked. "Shit, Haru-nii is probably at home too since he doesn't work on weekends."
Asami caught Akihito's hand, placing it on his lap. Surprisingly, the boy did not pull his hands away; he was too preoccupied in his thoughts. "You can tell them that you came back for a visit."
Still unaware that his hand was on Asami's lap, Akihito replied, "The problem is you! What do you expect me to say?"
A hand on the steering wheel, he used his unoccupied hand to release Akhito's safety belt before yanking the photographer to him. "I like that miserable look on your face –"
"You bastard!" Akihito tried to push him away without avail. Instead, he found himself plastered on Asami's chest.
"But since it's your birthday, I'll help you with your excuses," the yakuza said, patting Akihito's head.
"Wh—what?" Akihito stuttered, aware that Asami's large hands on his hair, which for some odd reason, felt good.
"Tell them I'm on a business trip and a short sightseeing. You're playing tour guide since you're familiar with Fukouka."
Decided it was dangerous to lean across to the driver's seat while driving, Akihito pulled back, fighting a blush as he fastened his seat belt again. "You have business interests here?"
The simplicity of Akihito's question made Asami's lips curved. "I have business interests everywhere in Japan, Akihito."
Akihito snorted. "Rich bastard."
"And you're this rich bastard's wife."
"You " he halted when he realized that the vehicle had pulled to a complete stop. He peeped outside and found himself in front of a familiar double story house in a housing area. The exterior of the house had been repainted recently. Dainty flowers decorated the small porch and on the chest-high gate, a sign with cursive handwriting was nailed on it. It read:
Takaba Hidenori
Natsuko
Haruhito
Akihito
Akihito turned to Asami, "Are they expecting me?"
The yakuza unbuckled the seat belt before doing the same for Akihito. "No."
"Ugh – the more reason I should be nervous!" Akihito said as he exited the car, dragging his back pack with him. "I have to warn you, Haru nii will force me to stay the night." He shut the door and walked around the car to Asami. "I just hope he wouldn't ask me to share his futon again!"
Turning around, Akihito spotted Toru exiting the driver's seat and signaled him over. "You're my assistant, Toru. Remember to call me Akihito in front of my parents."
Toru glanced at Asami before nodding his head.
Akihito released a nervous breath before rummaging through his bag for his keys. Surprised that the bunch of keys was in his bag, he pulled it out, unlocking the front door.
"Tadaima!" he shouted the minute he entered. He toed off his shoes at the genkan, walking into the living room that connects to the kitchen by a partition.
"Okaeri," mumbled a confused Takaba Natsuko as she walked out of the kitchen, wiping her wet hands on a towel. "Aki!" she exclaimed, rushing towards her son.
"Kaa san," Akihito greeted.
"Asami san, you're here too!" Natsuko bowed slightly, smiling. She bowed at the guards before gesturing them to her small living room. Kirishima passed her a wrapped gift, which Natsuko took gratefully.
"Please take a seat," she gestured Asami to the small couch in the living room.
The crime lord chose a single seat couch and sank on it while his guards took theirs across him. He watched his lover placing his back pack on the dining table, smiling rather awkwardly as Natsuko wished him Happy Birthday. The boy blushed and out of habit, raised his hand to his head, scratching it absent mindedly.
Natsuko then pulled his son by his arm, dragging him to the small kitchen before murmuring instructions for Akihito to serve tea.
Asami had seen Akihito serving tea countless times in his penthouse in Tokyo but watching his young lover trying to prepare the green tea under the scrutiny of his mother was entertaining. Natsuko wore no enhancements today yet her face bore no signs of a woman who has aged. Dressed in a soft yellow dress that reminded him of Akihito's rubber duck in the bathroom, Natsuko's light colored hair was tied neatly in a single pony tail, accessorized with a small colorful clip behind her ear.
Both brothers definitely took after their mother's beauty although not much could be said about their fiery temper.
Akihito's hands shook when he carried the tray of drinks to the living room. Toru stood up; trying to help his master but one look from Asami had the guard seated again.
"Aki, serve tea to your guests," Natsuko said disapprovingly as she rummaged her drawers for some snacks.
"Kaa san, I'm doing it now," the photographer grumbled as he knelt in front of his lover. "Asami san –" he stressed the word, "– please have a drink," he said as he placed the small cup on the table.
Asami uncrossed his legs, leaning forward to take the cup, brushing his hands on Akihito's purposely before taking the drink.
His lover glared at him in the same fiery eyes that he loved. He smirked, knowing Akihito wouldn't be able to do anything in front of his mother. Akihito turned to the guards and mumbled the same. Not used to being served by their master, Toru and Ando bowed uncomfortably at Akihito. 'Relax!' the photographer formed the words silently.
"Aki, can you wake your brother up?" Natsuko called from the kitchen.
"Yeah," he said, walking to the stairs that led to the second floor. "Where's tou san?"
Natsuko placed several mochi on the small plates. "Your tou san was called to the office for an emergency meeting."
Asami watched his lover climbed up the narrow stairs, dragging his feet behind him. Obviously, the boy did not enjoy the task of waking up his brother. Asami briefly wondered what would Haruhito's reactions be when he sees his beloved younger brother waking him up. He did not have to guess. Moments later, a very enthusiastic Haruhito called out, "AKI-chan, Happy Birthday!" and a loud thud was heard.
"Haru-nii, I told you not to call me that!" Akihito shouted from the top floor before stomping away from the room and down the stairs.
Haruhito raced his brother down the stairs in his pajamas. "Aki, when did you come back? Why didn't you tell nii-san to fetch you from the – WHAT is he doing here?" He asked when he saw Asami sitting comfortably in the living room.
"Takaba Haruhito!" Natsuko raised her voice. "You are being rude to our guests," she dropped her apron. Rushing towards Asami, she bowed slightly, offering her apologies. "I apologize, Asami san."
The yakuza offered a smile. "Don't worry, Takaba san."
She turned to Haruhito, pushing him up the stairs. "You're embarrassing, Haru. Go shower and change; then come down and greet our guests properly."
Displeased, the older Takaba sibling turned to the stairs, grabbing Akihito with him. "Akihito, help me to wash my back," he said, almost pleadingly.
Akihito scowled, pushing his brother up the stairs. "Haru-nii, you're old enough to shower on your own."
While the brothers were arguing on the staircase, Natsuko whirled around and clapped her hands together. "Ah, why don't you stay for lunch, Asami san?"
"No!" Akihito stopped tugging at his brother and blurted out. "I mean –," he continued when his mother stared at him in surprise, "—Asami san has a busy schedule ahead. We don't want to disturb him."
Natsuko's face fell but she recovered immediately, offering an apologetic smile. "Ah – I forgot that Asami san is a very busy man."
Asami placed the dainty cup on the table. "I'm sure Kirishima can reschedule for a few hours," he said, looking at his bespectacled secretary.
"Definitely, Asami sama," Kirishima answered immediately, knowing that there was nothing to be rescheduled since he had cleared his boss's diary for two days.
Again, Akihito glared at Asami. Haruhito joined his brother in the glaring contest but he lost the battle soon enough, unwilling to look into the murderous golden orbs of his brother's lover.
"Perfect," Natsuko beamed. "If you could give me an hour, lunch will be ready," she said tying her apron behind her slender waist. "Akihito, why don't you give Asami san a tour to your room?"
"NO!" Akihito and Haruhito blurted out simultaneously.
"Haruhito," his mother warned, "Get yourself presentable." She turned to her youngest son. "And Akihito, Kou and Takato always go to your room whenever they are here. What difference does it make?" she coaxed.
Because he's Asami, Akihito wanted to answer. He stared at Asami hopefully, hoping the older man would reject the offer but the yakuza merely stood up and walked to where Akihito was. In the kitchen, Kirishima and Toru had already removed their coats, offering their assistance to a very pleased Natsuko.
"Well, aren't you leading the way?"
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" The photographer grumbled at the smirking yakuza as he led the way up.
Haruhito was at the top of the stairs with a towel looped around his neck. Crossing his arms, he glared at the yakuza. "Don't you try anything funny on Akihito or else - "
Asami smirked. Haruhito dared to pull a threat like that only because Akihito was beside him. Using your brother as a shield, eh? He thought.
"—Haru nii," Akihito warned and Haruhito sulkily retreated into the bathroom.
Reluctantly, Akihito opened a door on his left, revealing a room that resembled Akihito's workroom in Asami's penthouse. The room was filled with things: mostly photographs and books. Akihito's single bed was pushed against the wall and a small study table stood neatly next to it, facing the wall.
"Uhm – just sit on the bed," Akihito muttered as he closed the door. He locked it, just in case his brother decided to barge in for no apparent reason.
Not missing Akihito's nervousness, the yakuza took his time surveying the room. Books and magazines covered the table while twenty-odd photographs were clumsily pasted on the wall with tapes. Asami thought the room was a mirror image of Akihito's old apartment in Tokyo.
The photographs were interesting. Most of them showed a younger Akihito in his high school uniform, surrounded by his friends on various occasions. There were a few very artistically taken shots, no doubt snapped by Akihito.
"Hey, don't look at the photographs!" Akihito stood in front of his study table, in attempts to block them from Asami.
Asami responded by pulling his lover to bed. Akihito only had time to yelp in surprise when the older man closed his mouth onto Akihito's, giving him a searing kiss.
"Hn – stop!"
Ignoring the photographer, Asami slid his hands into Akihito's thin shirt, brushing his lean fingers at Akihito's hardened nipples, pinching them slightly.
"As—ami, we're in my house –," he moaned.
"So?"
"Haru nii is – hn," Akihito bit his lip, trying to stop himself from moaning.
Asami responded by retrieving his phone, pressed a few buttons and dumped it back on the bed.
"What did you do?" Akihito asked, trying to sit up.
"So we won't be disturbed," Asami answered, placing his phone on the bedside table before pushing the boy back to bed.
"The walls are thin!" Akihito hissed.
The yakuza flashed his young lover a confident smirk. "I know just the right way to keep you silent," he replied and closed his mouth onto Akihito's again before unbuckling Akihito's jeans.
Xx Business as Usual xX
Exactly an hour later, the door to Akihito's room open, revealing a very flustered Akihito. Suoh, who was tasked at guarding the door, bowed at his boss and murmured a message before leading the way down.
Thankfully, lunch was pleasant enough. Apart from Haruhito sulking at his seat like a child, nothing out of the ordinary happened. To a certain point, Akihito felt sorry for his brother so he exchanged seats with Toru to sit with him.
"Ah, Aki, I've almost forgotten about it!" Natsuko exclaimed, standing from her seat.
Akihito raised an eyebrow when he saw his mother went to one of the kitchen cabinets to retrieve a book of coupons. "Here – food coupons."
The boy took the colorful booklet hesitantly, flipping them. "Is this my birthday present, kaa-san?"
Natsuko beamed. "Yes! Kaa-san doesn't know what to give you and since you love food, I got you lots of food coupons!"
"Kaa-san!" Haruhito said disapprovingly, causing Natsuko to blush. "How could you give Aki food coupons for his birthday?"
"That's all right, Haru-nii," Akihito laughed, "I love food coupons!"
Natsuko smiled. "See? Aki loves them!"
Akihito turned to his brother, stretching out his hand. "Haru-nii, my present," he said cheekily.
The elder Takaba sibling grinned. He rushed upstairs and came down seconds later. "Here," he said, pushing the paper bag to Akihito.
"Thanks Haru nii!" Akihito beamed when he saw his brother had gotten him a new shirt.
Pleased with himself, Haruhito continued eating until he popped the question Akihito had meant to avoid. "Akihito, you'll stay here for the night?"
Akihito looked away. "Er – here's the thing, Haru nii. I –,"
Haruhito dropped his chopsticks. "Don't tell me you're not staying!"
"Akihito will be playing tour guide for my stay in Fukouka," Asami interrupted smoothly. "I hope you can excuse Akihito for the day, Takaba san," he said, looking at Natsuko.
It was perhaps Asami's charming face that had Natsuko agree immediately. "Of course, Asami san! Who else could be more familiar with Fukouka than Akihito?" She turned to Akihito and started suggesting the possible places they could visit.
Haruhito wanted to protest but Akihito distracted him with another question. By the time they finished their lunch, Asami excused himself, citing work reasons.
Natsuko and Haruhito saw them to the door. The elder sibling wasn't too happy with Akihito leaving but he did not protest. The dejected look on his brother's face made Akihito feel somewhat guilty. He knew Haruhito had a little brother complex but he always meant well. To ease his guilt, Akihito moved to his brother, tiptoed and gave Haruhito a brotherly hug, whispering, "Mata ne, nii san."
Obviously not used to Akihito being so forward, Haruhito gave his brother a pat, grinning. "Come back again, Aki-chan."
Any other day, Akihito would have kicked his brother's ass for the suffix but since it was a special day, he decided to be generous about it. Climbing into the car with Asami, he watched his mother and brother waved at him before disappearing into the house.
"That went well," Asami commented.
"Uhm – yeah," Akihito blushed and looked way. "Hey, Asami -"
Asami glanced at his lover. Akihito's eyes were fixed at Mount Aso some distance away.
"Th—thanks for bringing me back," he murmured, trying his hardest not to blush. "It's a great birthday present."
Seeing the slight crimson shade on Akihito's cheeks made Asami curved a smile. "That's not your birthday present, Akihito."
The photographer turned to look at him, confused. "Huh, that's not?"
Asami turned into the empty parking lots of the shrine, parking the vehicle. He opened the arm rest in between the front seats and pulled out a box before passing to his lover.
Akihito took the box cautiously. The name on the box looked German, making it impossible for Akihito to guess the contents. At least it's not a ring, he mused when he opened the rather large box.
It was a watch. Round case with black leather; the watch had the most attractive details Akihito had ever seen. "How much does this cost?" He weighed the watch; it felt light on his hands. "If this cost more than 10,000 yen, I don't want it."
"A little more than that," Asami answered.
Narrowing his eyes, Akihito placed the watch aside and whipped out his phone. He found the maker of the watch but the model and price were not listed. Defeated, he kept his phone again. "You had it specially made?"
The yakuza's lips curved. "Smart boy," he said as he helped Akihito wear the watch.
Akihito tried shaking his hands away but the yakuza's grip was firm. "It's a gift, Akihito. Or do you prefer me buying properties and putting them under your name without your knowledge?"
That did the trick, Asami thought when Akihito remained still, pondering his options. Finally the photographer sighed. "Well, I suppose it's better than you doing that," he said, looking at his watch. It does look nice. "Not to mention, it is cheaper too."
The watch certainly did not come as cheap as Akihito had thought but Asami wasn't about to reveal that. His thoughts went to his business partners in Switzerland who had to crack their brains, thinking of a plausible way to include a micro mini chip with tracking options in the watch.
With Chen closing in on him and Akihito, Asami knew that he cannot rely on Toru and Ando to keep Akihito safe. The watch could at least allow Asami to track his lover's whereabouts; provided that Akihito kept the watch on his wrist, of course.
"Why are we stopping at the shrine?"
Asami looked at his lover again. "Your mother told you to stop at the shrine, remember?"
The photographer groaned, opening the door. "I forgot; kaa-san always makes it a point that we visit the shrine on our birthdays. Not sure why she insisted on it."
Asami followed him into the shrine, passing through numerous red shrine gates. They stood like dominos arranged neatly along the pathway, leading into the shrine. His lover walked inside confidently, evidence that he had been there many times.
Flanked by his guards, the yakuza followed his lover into the shrine and watched in fascination as the boy rummaged his jeans pocket for a coin. Akihito managed to pull out a 500 yen coin, threw it into the donation box before bowing. Then he closed his eyes, clapped twice and prayed. He stood there for a full ten seconds before he bowed again.
"Aren't you wishing for anything?" Akihito asked.
"I cannot remember the last time I walked into a shrine," the yakuza admitted.
The photographer grabbed Asami's arm, pulling him inside. "Then, it's time for you to do so," he said rather bossily. "Aren't you guys praying too?" he addressed the guards.
Asami found it rather hilarious to worship the god since he never believed in any but he did it anyway, just to please Akihito. His guards looked at him, searching for approval and proceeded to do the same after he gave his consent.
"Ah, it really feels good to be back here!" Akihito stretched his hands upwards, breathing in the fresh air. He glanced sideways at the older man walking beside him. "Asami, what did you wish for?"
The thin lips curved. "I thought we should be secretive about it?"
The photographer crossed his arms. "Stingy," he said before turning to Toru. "Toru, what did you wish for?"
"It's a secret, Takaba sama," the lanky guard answered stoically.
"You're no fun either," Akihito said, his lips pursed.
As they reach the main gate, Akihito halted his tracks, suddenly remembered something important. "Shit, I forgot to visit the ojiisan. I'll go say hello. Can you wait for me in the car?" He turned back, running into the shrine."Just give me five minutes and I'll be out."
"Asami sama, I'll go with him," Toru said and without waiting for Asami's approval, sped after his master.
Asami went to his car, leaning against it. He took a cigarette from the packet in his pockets, placing a single stick between his lips. His dutiful secretary stepped forward to offer light.
"Asami sama, I have spoken to Suoh, Ando and Toru about Chey," Kirishima murmured. "Toru agreed without hesitation."
Suoh joined in the conversation, "Boss, we have discussed about it and for Takaba sama's protection, we'll limit the amount of guards allowed to be near the penthouse."
Asami nodded. "Run a thorough check on Kanda before allowing him to be near Akihito," he said, tapping the excess ash in a small container on Kirishima's hands.
"Understood, sir," Suoh bowed. "Sir, if possible, it would be helpful to limit Takaba sama's schedule the week you are scheduled to fly to Cambodia."
The yakuza remained silent as he enjoyed the late spring's breeze caressing his cheeks. "I'll get Toru to see to his schedule." He signaled Ando over. "Once Suoh clears Kanda, he'll drive the car. You go with Akihito and Toru."
Ando bowed. "Understood, boss," he said, just in time for Akihito to arrive.
"Hey, what are you guys talking about?" Akihito asked.
"What did you buy?" Asami asked, changing the topic smoothly.
Like a child caught buying candies without permission, Akihito hid the brown recycled bag behind his back. "No—nothing," he said nervously and got into the car.
Nodding at his guards, the yakuza slid into the car smoothly and proceeded to their final destination for the night.
Xx Business as Usual xX
Akihito has assumed that they would be checking in some ridiculously expensive hotel owned by Asami but he was completely caught off guard when the luxurious sedan stopped at the main entrance of Kurokawa Onsen.
The ryokan was located far south of Fukouka, in a forest, over-looking mountains. The main entrance bore architectural styles from the Edo and Meiji periods, with hand-painted sliding doors and traditional lamps hung on the door. A contented smile of a welcoming Buddha statue graced the entrance. The décor was minimal yet it exuded simplicity and class.
And it looked extremely Asami-like. As Akihito stepped into a line of waiting female workers in work yukatas, he grabbed Asami's arm. "Is this ryokan yours?"
"No," the yakuza answered and curved a smile when his young lover eyed him skeptically.
They followed the female attendant leading the way to their room. Akihito looked around, awed by the beautiful rock garden illuminated by dim lights. "I know this place. It has been around for some time," he said, his gaze rested on the elegant rock garden.
"I was commissioned to take some photographs of the inn before I moved to Tokyo," he continued, stepping out to a tranquil garden with orange and white carps swirling around the pond. "There are only about eight independent villas, all exclusively designed, attached with private rotenburo. And the most beautiful villa is the Atari villa."
Asami placed his hand on the small of Akihito's waist as he led him around the garden. "Ever stayed here for the night?"
"Of course not. Unlike some rich bastards, I can't even afford a meal here," the photographer mumbled.
"Now that you are a rich bastard yourself, you can."
"You -" Akihito began and stopped when the waitress stopped at a private villa.
Atari.
Akihito nearly snorted. "I should have known it."
The villa had low, bamboo fences decorating the entrance, with large slabs of stones arranged along the pathway leading to the villa. The villa resembled a little house, with a small lamp hung above the sliding screen doors.
It was hard imagining an exclusive villa like this located in a ryokan, Akihito mused as they entered and was greeted with a spacious living room covered in tatami mats. A low square table stood in the middle with two large legless chairs positioned in front of each other. There were two more partitions; one led to the kitchen while the other to the bedroom where two single futons had been laid on a slightly raised platform.
The room had been refurbished since Akihito's last visit. Everything looked new and the backyard; it was perhaps the most impressive Akihito had ever seen. A private, outdoor rutenburo overlooking the mountains greeted him as he stepped out to the private bath that closely resembled a pond. Granite stones, statues and plants decorated around the bath and an Edo-styled lamp tastefully decorated the sides. Tall bamboo shoots fenced the backyard, allowing privacy to the guests.
"Wow," Akihito commented when they were left alone.
"Like it?"
The photographer smiled. "It is impressive," he admitted. "Where are Kirishima, Toru, Ando and Suoh?"
Asami removed his coat, passing it to his lover. "Kirishima and Suoh are staying in the villa on our right. Ando and Toru are on the left."
Akihito took the coat without complaints and went into the room. He wasn't surprised to see that his bags were already there, arranged neatly beside the bed.
He ran his hand on the futon; the white linens were smooth and cool beneath his hands. Made from the finest quality, no doubt, the photographer thought. Two light blue, neatly folded yukatas with name tags was on the bed. The bigger size had Asami's name on it while the smaller one had his.
The photographer's cheeks went crimson thinking Asami in the yukata. Though Asami had visited him once when he was working off his debt at an onsen inn, he never got to see Asami in the traditional garment. All he remembered was the sex by the pool with him on all fours, trapped between the crime lord and –
Stop it, Akihito ordered himself and quickly removed his jacket, hanging it neatly on the cupboard. He removed the brown paper bag he bought from the shrine, checking its contents.
"Akihito."
Akihito whirled around, hiding the bag behind his back. "Ye—yeah?" he asked nervously, staring at Asami's golden eyes.
"Ready to go for dinner?" He asked, staring at Akihito.
Akihito checked the wrist watch Asami gave him earlier and noticed it was nearly 6.30 in the evening. Nodding his head, he followed Asami out of the villa. Toru was waiting by the entrance of the villa.
"Asami sama, Takaba sama," he bowed and greeted. "This way."
The private dining room was spacious and it overlooked the tranquil gardens Akihito had passed earlier. That did not come as a surprised for Akihito; he was used to dining in huge dining rooms with Asami but he was surprised to see Kirishima, Suoh and Ando were already seated around the table.
"We're having dinner together?" Akihito asked, surprised.
Asami took his seat in the middle of the long table while Akihito sat on his left. "Yes."
It was rather refreshing for Akihito to have dinner with the rest of Asami's guards as he usually dined alone with the yakuza. He wasn't complaining, of course. The more, the merrier.
The photographer also noticed that the seating arrangements had been arranged accordingly. Kirishima was seated on Asami's right with Suoh accompanying beside him, Toru sat next to Akihito while Ando sat next to Toru.
"Woah, look at the food!" Akihito exclaimed at the sumptuous spread in front of him. He took his chopsticks, placing them between his palms. "Itadakimasu!" He said loudly and began attacking the high-grade tuna.
Kirishima and Suoh were already used to eating with Asami but it was a first for Toru and Ando. Both guards ate in silence and did not even utter a single word until Akihito broke the silence.
"Oh yeah, these are for you guys," he said after swallowing the last bite. He took out the recycled bag he brought from the room and took four key chains out.
"It's an omamori key chain. For luck," he said as he distributed the key chains among the guards.
Genuinely surprised, they took the gifts uncertainly, murmuring their thanks.
"Sorry, I didn't have much money with me and could only afford these," Akihito said apologetically. He turned to Asami, "Don't look at me like that," he defended himself when his lover stared at him, "I got you one too."
Unlike the guards' omamori, Asami's omamori was dark blue with intricate details on it. The regular size amulet had a white string tied neatly into a ribbon on the top with kanji letterings in the middle.
Asami's eyebrow rose at the unusual omamori. "What is the charm behind this?"
"I had the jii-san specially made for you, supposed to grant you protection or something –" Akihito mumbled, eyes averted to the side. Cheeks flushed, he continued to stare at his folded thighs.
The yakuza curved a smile. "I never heard of a specially made omamori," Asami said, keeping the amulet in his breast pocket.
The photographer met Asami's gaze. "There is!" he protested. "You can ask the priest to make them! Of course he doesn't make it for anyone. I'm special," he added cheekily and gulped down his specially brewed green tea.
"And that thing costs me nearly 2,000 Yen," he grumbled. Realizing something, Akihito turned to look at his guards, "Uhm, sorry. I would have bought everyone the same but since I was abducted from the bed to the plane, I didn't have much money with me."
"Oh no, Takaba sama," Ando said quickly, hands raised before looking at his seniors. "We're contented with this, aren't we?"
Kirishima smiled, understanding Ando's nervousness. The boss should receive something more special from Akihito, not something similar to theirs. "Yes," he agreed. "Thank you for your thoughtful gift, Takaba sama."
Akihito laughed. "It's good then."
"Takaba sama," Toru began, placing the gift wrapped present in front of Akihito. "Kirishima san, Suoh san, Ando and I got this for your birthday."
"Uh – thanks," Akihito said uncomfortably, glancing at Asami. The lack of reaction from the crime lord showed that he had already known about the present. Of course he knew, Akihito thought as he ripped the papers open.
"Maeda Shinzo's photography book," Akihito breathed out. He opened the book, admiring the unique photographs by the renowned Japanese photographer. He looked up, smiling at the four guards. "Thanks."
Kirishima and Suoh offered a smile in response while Toru and Ando bowed at their master.
Akihito stretched his arms. "Now that we're done eating and exchanging presents, I want to go to the onsen." He stood up from his seat, walking out of the room, smiling.
"Asami sama," Kirishima said when he was confident Akihito had gone far enough. The secretary took the antique teapot and poured his boss a fresh cup of green tea. "The inn has been closed for the day. Two families checked in yesterday but their identities have been checked and cleared. Suoh has stationed some men outside the inn."
Nodding his head, Asami took the porcelain cup and sipped. Standing up from his seat, he moved to the door. Toru went to the door, knelt down before sliding the door apart for Asami. "Enjoy your night. We'll gather at lunch tomorrow."
Xx Business as Usual xX
Akihito had already stripped by the time Asami entered the room. He purposely went ahead before Asami, finding it embarrassing to undress in front of the yakuza. Akihito reminded himself that he had seen Asami naked countless times, but that didn't stop him from being uncomfortable every time he had to undress in front of the yakuza- vice versa.
And who could blame him, when he felt so scrawny compared to Asami's superior body? Watching Asami removing his shirt never failed to make Akihito blushed. His eyes would follow the magnificent shoulder blades of Asami's back, trailing to the lean, flat stomach and finally to his –
Oh god, stop! Akihito scolded himself, pushing the memory away when he felt his lower half slowly reacting to the memories.
Akihito grabbed a cloth no bigger than a face towel and headed to the bath area. He sat on a wooden stool, grabbed the shower and turned on the tap. He had just finished shampooing his hair when he heard a wooden stool dragged nearer to him.
The photographer gulped, knowing his lover was behind him and most importantly; he was naked.
"Showering without me, Akihito?" The deep voice asked.
Slowly, he turned behind and was greeted by his lover staring at him. Thankfully, the water was warm or Asami would have noticed his flushed face. "I—I don't need your permission. I'll shower when I like," he tried to reply normally.
Asami's must have noticed the nervousness in his voice because the damn bastard smirked. "Really?" was all he said before he grabbed the sponge. "Turn, I'll wash your back."
Akihito turned, only because he wanted to hide his erect manhood from Asami. Closing his eyes, Akihito had to bite his lips from moaning aloud when Asami sponged his back. Though it wasn't his first time Asami had washed him, performing the task at the onsen was a little too arousing for Akihito.
"Do you want some help with the front?"
The photographer's eyes widened. "No, I can do that myself."
Smug bastard, Akihito thought as he watched his lover curved a smile. The yakuza said nothing as he shampooed his hair. Akihito tried to tear his gaze away from Asami but the man is a fine piece of artwork. The younger man stole couple more glances at the yakuza when he was rinsing his hair before quickly averting his eyes to the side, in pretense of washing his own body.
"Akihito," Asami drawled.
"Ye- ah?"Akihito answered, hating that his voice is shaking.
"Wash my back."
Akihito took the sponge from Asami. "Of—of course."
It was always a pleasure running his hands on the crime lord's back. Akihito didn't get to do it often, considering he was just too prideful to admit that he wanted to touch Asami's back. The only times he could do it without having the older man teasing him was when he was writhing under Asami. Akihito scrubbed his lover's back, marveling at the older man's back and ass. Worried of Asami catching him staring, Akihito quickly rinsed Asami's back before turning the tap off.
Standing up, the photographer walked to the pool, sinking his body inside slowly. The heat was shocking at first but once he'd gotten used to it, it felt pretty good. Asami joined him moments later and unlike Akihito, he didn't bother covering his manhood with the towel.
I would have done the same if I have the same body, Akihito thought enviously. Or his length. Damn it, all those thoughts made his cock hard again. Stop it, Akihito! He scolded.
"Akihito –," Asami's voice rang out, causing the younger man to jump.
Asami's intense golden eyes stared right back at him. Suddenly feeling very naked, Akihito crossed his hand across his chest in attempts to cover himself. "What?"
"Come here."
The voice was soft yet commanding, and it was impossible for Akihito to ignore. Nervously, Akihito moved nearer, until he was seated next to the yakuza.
"Closer," he commanded.
"I'm already next to you, you bast—," that was all Akihito could manage before Asami yanked the boy to him, crushing their mouths together.
"Nnn –" the photographer moaned as he struggled on Asami's lap. His attempts to worm away were futile as Asami held him firmly. A hand around his waist and another at his neck, Akihito was completely caged.
Akihito gave up trying soon enough; tired that he had to pretend that he hated it when in fact; he knew damn well that he wanted it himself. Badly.
He wound his arms around Asami's neck, holding the yakuza in place as he deepened the kiss. The golden eyes were surprised for a moment but he regained control of the kiss. Asami pulled Akihito nearer to him, arching his young lover's back as he tore his mouth away from Akihito to move to the nape of his neck before travelling to his pert nipple, sucking and biting gently.
The pleasure of having his nipples played at was so intense that Akihito cried out from the pleasure. He felt Asami's hands on his butt, his lean fingers rubbing at the crack of his ass while the other hand kneaded his butt cheeks.
"Ryuiichi!" Akihito screamed.
Asami carried him out of the pond, laying him on the ground. Akihito's eyes must have shown confusion because the yakuza smirked at him and said, "You'll be dizzy if we continue staying in the hot water."
Spreading Akihito's legs apart, Asami bent down and suck on the hardened cock, making Akihito squirmed with the need to come.
"Please," Akihito begged. His ass was twitching and god knows what he'd do if Asami doesn't enter him soon.
"I'll be gentle today, Akihito. Enjoy it," the crime lord murmured and went back working on Akihito's length.
Akihito could only watch helplessly as his lover sucked on his cock expertly. Asami's golden eyes gazed at him, teasing; and Akihito had to close his eyes from the embarrassment. He dared himself to place his hands on Asami's wet hair as Asami sucked him, enjoying the heat on his cock.
Sensing he was near, Akihito tried to pull himself away but the yakuza kept him in his place. Asami slipped two fingers inside, scissoring him. That was all Akihito could stand; he spurted his cum in Asami's mouth, screaming his name.
Akihito barely had time to recover when Asami licked his opening, coating the puckered hole with more cum and Akihito's manhood roared back to life. Asami spread his lover's legs apart and without waiting for an invitation, entered him.
There was slight discomfort when Asami entered him since the older man was rather large but it was soon replaced by pleasure. His back arched at the cold concrete ground until it hurt. He wasn't complaining; the need to be filled was greater and the discomfort on his back did not matter compared to what Asami was about to do to him. "Ryuiichi," he begged, "Move."
Instead of obliging his wishes, Asami pulled Akihito up, hoisted his legs around his waist. With Asami's length still buried inside Akihito, he strode inside the villa and laid him on the futon bed.
"My—ah –," Akihito bit his lip when Asami began to thrust. "hair – is wet!" he protested.
"Leave it be," Asami commanded.
"But –,"
"It's early May and the weather is still chilly," Asami said calmly as he thrust home. "Besides, your back hurts from lying on the ground, right?"
The explanation didn't register in Akihito's lust-filled mind. Instead, he gripped the futon sheets. "I – Ryuichi, faster!"
Asami withdrew his length before feeding it into Akihito inch by inch. "No," Asami murmured, pushing another inch inside his lover. "I'll savor you tonight; enjoy it, Akihito."
If Asami wanted to drive him crazy, he succeeded.
Akihito's breath hissed out when he found himself completely under Asami's mercy. The yakuza knew what he was doing; knew that the slow thrust would drive him crazy with need. With every inward thrust, it touched Akihito's sensitive point of pleasure, making the younger man scream.
"You—bastard, faster!" Akihito cursed, pushing himself to Asami but the older man pinned his hands on Akihito's, holding him in place.
Akihito caught Asami smiling at him as he moved inside him in precise strokes. "Ryuichi, please – move," he pleaded. His own orgasm was near and all he needed were a few hard thrust and he'd come, without touching himself.
Akihito thought that he must have looked seductive or pathetic enough for Asami to oblige his wishes. The next thing he knew, the grip on his hands were released and the thrust became harder – just as he wanted.
"Tell me what you want," Asami murmured seductively.
The photographer's cheeks flushed at the question and covered his face with his hands, shaking his head.
"Akihito."
"I – want to be on top," Akihito mumbled finally, hands still covering his face.
Asami pried his lover's hands away from his face and withdrew himself. They switched positions; Asami lying on the wet futon while Akihito straddled him. Still slippery, Akihito managed to impale himself on Asami easily.
A smack on his bottom had Akihito jerked, moaning as orgasm flirted hard with his body. Then, it retreated.
Akihito rode hard and fast. His own hands clamped on Asami's shoulders for support as he moved, moaning at the same time. Heavy with the need to come, Akihito tried closing his hand on his own cock to bring himself to release but he had to abandon the idea soon enough as he barely manage to support himself with one hand.
His lover obliged his unspoken request. A hand raised to his cock, Asami pumped the organ rhythmically, working Akihito to his climax.
A primal yell ripped Akihito's throat when he came, spurting his hot sticky essence on Asami's flat stomach. He stumbled on Asami's chest, panting. Asam's hands left his cock and went to his ass. Gripping them hard, Asami thrust upwards, groaning Akihito's name as he released inside his young lover.
Xx Business as Usual xX
By the time Akihito could make sense of his surroundings, Asami had cleaned him and dressed him in his yukata. They weren't lying on the futon, Akihito noted.
Asami, also dressed in yukata, had his back leaned against the sliding door of the balcony, with Akihito sprawled on top of him. A hand closed around Akihito's waist, the yakuza played with Akihito's hair.
"Why aren't we in bed?" Akihito asked tiredly.
"They're changing the wet futons," Asami answered, signaling the male worker for a blanket.
The embarrassed worker passed the thin blanket to Asami, bowed and hurriedly left the room.
Asami covered his lover's body with the blanket and they enjoyed a moment of quietness before Asami said, "Happy birthday, Akihito."
The boy smiled. "I enjoyed the presents and the trip," he yawned, tightening his hands around Asami's waist. "It's not a bad birthday present after all, so thanks."
A rare smile graced Asami's lips. "Akihito?"
"Hmm?"
"Like the onsen?"
"Yeah," he mumbled tiredly.
"The onsen belongs to you. This is actually your real birthday present," the yakuza informed.
Asami was expecting Akihito to push him away and began his charade of 'Take it back' but to his surprise, all Akihito did was groan.
"I knew it, you bastard," he said and fell asleep.
Asami held the boy a little longer, enjoying the cool, night breeze as he stared at the mountains miles away. He decided that he'll let the boy sleep for another hour before rousing him for another round of sex.
Xx Business as Usual xX
In another villa
At Kirishima's suggestions, Ando and Toru had gathered at their villa for a soak at the hot spring pools.
"It has been a while since I last went to the hot spring," Ando commented, "What about you, Toru san?"
Toru nodded. "I think the last time was when I was in my high school."
"Kirishima san, have you been in the same pool as the boss?" Ando asked curiously.
The secretary nodded, looking at his longtime friend, Suoh. "Once or twice."
"I don't think I can do that," Ando said. "Must be nerve wracking to be naked with the boss."
Kirishima actually chuckled. "It takes some time getting used to."
Toru placed a towel on top of his head. "I think the boss is nerve wracking with or without clothes," he said rather calmly.
"I really do admire your composed face, Toru san," Ando mumbled, sinking further into the pool.
"Kirishima, I told you he was good, didn't I?" Suoh said proudly, smacking Toru's naked shoulders.
Kirishima smiled. "Yes, I still remember when you showed me Toru's particulars." He stood up from the pool and put on his bathrobe. "I did not expect Asami sama would approve him after what happened to Keiichi."
"Who's Keiichi?" Ando asked, rising from the pool.
Suoh and Toru followed suit. "He's the guard before Toru. Got fired because he started to harbor feelings for Takaba sama," Suoh said, walking into the villa.
"What?" Ando tied his yukata and moved into the living room. "Someone actually dared to do that?"
"Speaking of Keiichi," Toru said as he took his seat on the tatami mat. "What actually happened, Kirishima san?"
The secretary wore his custom made spectacles and joined the rest. "Long story," he said, accepting a glass of sake from Suoh. "But since we have all night, I suppose Suoh and I can tell you from the start."
Owari
Translations :
Ryokan – Japanese Inn
Omamori – Japanese amulets/ charms. Commonly sold at shrines for luck and/or protection
Rutenburo - hot spring pools
A/N: I never actually thought about this before but a few of my readers pointed out that the punishments were extreme and thought I should tone it down a little. If you think it is too much for you, please pm me and I will try my best to make it PG-13.
Chapter 22 will focus on Chey Rith. It's going to be lengthy and I apologize in advance because it will take me some time before I can upload the chapter. Sorry!
Thank you to reviewers who have pointed out the grammatical errors. I sincerely apologize for the mistakes and I will try my very best to make every chapter error free! The mistake is entirely mine as I am always careless while editing. Sorry!
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