A/N: I'm really, really sorry for the late updates. I have been very unwell for the past 2 months. It started with diarrhea, fever, bladder infection, sore throat, bad cough and finally the Dengue Fever. For eight excruciating days, I suffered high fever, severe nausea, vomiting, loss of appetite and body aches all over. It was so bad until I had to be hospitalized. I didn't eat and survived on IV drips for a few days. Dengue attacks blood platelets so during the days I was hospitalized; I had to go through blood tests twice a day. Don't even get me started on the Dengue rashes on my body. I seriously looked like a cheetah, only instead of black spots, I had white. I NEVER, EVER, EVER wanted to repeat that. (shudders)
I meant to update earlier but there were many problems with the chapter. After getting back the edits, I had to rewrite a few parts to make it readable. I started writing before I got sick and after a long absence from writing, my train of thoughts was disrupted.
Warnings: BDSM (my first attempt so please forgive me if it sucked!), Lemons, Torture, Long end notes.
Disclaimer: Finder series and its notable characters are properties of Yamane Ayano.
Beta-ed by the lovely RiveReinStyx. Thank you for being a great friend and beta!
Business as Usual Chapter 26
4th August, Keio Hotel, President's suite, 6.45 a.m.
Asami watched his young lover sprawled on top of him, asleep. The white and silver linens of Keio Hotel were pulled up to Akihito's naked shoulders, leaving nothing but his face exposed. The boy's cheek flushed slightly with warm color, his skin smooth and supple as he continued his dreamless sleep.
With his back rested against the headboard, the crime lord touched the bangs of Akihito's hair, stretching it out before letting it go again.
The duvet moved when Akihito stirred, exposing a small part of his back. Despite the room was covered with heavy drapes and dimmed lights, they did nothing to hide the dark, angry bruises on Akihito's back.
They were dark green now and most had spread its perimeters. The shoe marks on Akihito's shoulder blades became more visible overnight, so did the other bruises on his lower back and spine. Asami could even make out the shoe size of the attacker who stomp his feet on Akihito.
Although Kanzaki mentioned no fractures or broken bones, the report did little to appease Asami's anger. The mere thought of another person other than him tainting his lover's beautiful skin was simply unforgivable.
Pulling up the covers again, Asami's hand reached for his phone resting on the bedside table next to him.
7 a.m.
Any minute now, Kirishima would be calling to report.
The single diamond studded phone beeped discreetly just as Asami finished the thought.
"Asami," he answered quietly.
"Asami sama," Kirishima greeted. "Inspector Mori has forwarded the attackers' particulars to me."
"Send them up," he ordered and disconnected the call.
Akihito chose the exact moment to stir again and this time, he shifted from Asami to the bed and slept on. Sliding off the bed, the yakuza put on his robe before walking out to the living room where Kirishima and Suoh were already waiting.
"Asami sama, the report," Kirishima said without preamble.
The crime lord took the folder before sitting on the couch. Crossing his legs, he flipped the report open.
Kirishima took in Asami's quietness and knew that the boss recognized the attackers. "Sir, they are the same group we met at the back alley of Sky Bar," he informed nonetheless, just to be certain.
Asami closed the file, passed it back to Kirishima. "Their backgrounds?"
The secretary took his seat at the single-seater sofa to access his tablet. "All boys had no criminal records except for the leader Koga. He was arrested three times for attempted robbery and extortion."
"Are they part of the gokudou?" Asami asked, grabbing the file again.
"Only Koga is. He's a member of the Goda Group."
Asami raised his eyebrow. "Goda?"
"Sir," Suoh interjected as he took his seat next opposite Kirishima. "The Goda Group was established recently; headed by Goda Orochi. They control a few host clubs at Kabuki-Cho and were involved in drug dealings. Word has it that Goda is a cunning man but –," Suoh stopped, offered a mocking smile before continuing, " – I heard he's a coward."
"Asami sama –," Kirishima interrupted. "I did some digging on my own and discovered a valuable piece of information." Kirishima pushed his spectacles up. "On papers, Koga Takeru is the nephew of Goda Orochi. Goda has a wife but she bore him no children but rumor has it that Koga is his illegitimate child. He is currently registered as Goda's sister's son."
Asami's thin lips curved.
"Sir, what are your orders?"
Asami stood up, tightening the belt of his robe. "Find out everything about Goda Orochi."
"What do we do with Koga, Asami sama?" Suoh asked, standing up in the process.
"We'll wait for Goda to bail Koga out from the police station. Once he's out, send the men to get him."
"What about Goda himself?" Suoh asked.
The yakuza smirked. "Send him an invitation."
Suoh crossed his arms as he matched Asami's smirk. "We'll reserve the best seat for him, boss."
"Asami sama," Kirishima began, "Toru requested your permission to be in the interrogation."
The signature eyebrow rose. "Any special reason?"
"Both he and Ando spent many hours searching for Takaba sama and they're protective of him. Toru particularly wasn't pleased that Takaba sama got hurt," Kirishima said carefully, fearing one wrong word could send wrong signals to his boss.
It had been so long since Asami last saw Toru in action. Perhaps it would be good for him to take part once in a while so his skills wouldn't go rusty. Asami nodded his head. "Get Ando as well. Suoh, arrange for Kanda and Makoto to be with Akihito during the interrogations."
Both Kirishima and Suoh bowed before turning to leave the room.
"Sir?"
The bespectacled secretary walked back into the living room. "The preparations for today and tomorrow have been completed. Your schedule is also cleared."
Asami nodded in approval.
"And Asami sama, Happy Birthday." Kirishima offered a small smile before leaving the room.
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Akihito regretted his gift for Asami the minute he woke up from his sleep that morning of August 4th. His yakuza lover had announced rather abruptly that Akihito were to accompany him to Izu Oshima for a short trip.
The photographer tried protesting but his efforts were in vain when Asami flashed his birthday card at Akihito's face, stating how a man should never take back on his words. The card, signed and stamped in his own handwriting, boldly stated that he, Takaba Akihito would do anything and everything Asami desired for a day without objections.
It looked like after staying with the yakuza for two years, Akihito realized that he had yet to learn his lesson. Akihito didn't know what went through his head when he decided to give the free pass to Asami. His brain should have sent warning signals; instead he boldly presented the 'Takaba Akihito Free Pass' to his lover. Blame it on the confession the night before because it must had somewhat fried his brain, reducing his IQ level to borderline deficiency in intelligence.
Thoroughly defeated, the photographer got up from the comfortable bed and reluctantly put on his fresh pair of jeans and shirt. He supposed that he should at least be thankful that Toru didn't pack Asami's shirt for him again.
"Need help with the buttons?" Asami asked when he noticed Akihito fumbled.
"Of – of course not. Why are we going to Izu Oshima anyway?"
"Have you been there?" Asami asked, changing the question smoothly.
Akihito shook his head as he continued buttoning his shirt. "No, but I heard from Kou that the black sand beaches are pretty awesome." He flashed Asami a grin. "Of course, when Kou says it's awesome, he means girls in bikini."
"There's also the fireworks festival."
Akihito's eyes lit up. "Really? We missed the Sumidagawa Festival a few days ago since we were –"Akihito halted, scratching his head. "—sorta busy," he explained poorly.
Asami responded by ruffling Akihito's hair. "The fireworks are scheduled tonight at nine."
Embarrassed by the gesture, Akihito brushed Asami's hand away, muttering, "Hey, I'm not a kid."
"We should be going."
Grumbling, Akihito fixed his hair again before it suddenly dawned on him. "Wait, we're going to Izu Oshima right?" He marched right up to Asami. "Does that mean we're spending a night there? I don't have any spare change of clothes with me!"
When Asami didn't answer, Akihito continued, "What about my cameras? If there're fireworks, I need my cameras, Asami!"
The crime lord ushered his young lover out of the hotel room. "That can be easily taken care off."
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Akihito had learnt after his birthday treat that taking a trip with Asami wasn't like hanging out with Kou and Takato. With his best buddies, going on a trip required preparations at least three months advance. And that could only happen if they had saved enough.
Asami Ryuichi was different. Vacationing with Asami felt like living with royalties. No advance bookings were required for hotels and restaurants since the crime lord probably owned almost everywhere in Japan. Forget about queuing for food or entrance tickets as Asami did not have to wait – ever.
So when Akihito stood in front of Asami's private plane, he wasn't even surprised. After all, Asami never flew in commercial airline.
"We're flying to Oshima?" Akihito asked, even though he knew it was redundant.
The yakuza placed an arm on Akihito's waist and nudged him forward. "It's either that or we spend three hours getting there in the limousine."
Obediently, Akihito climbed up the flight of steps into the private plane. A backward glance told him that Toru, Ando, Kirishima and Suoh were also joining them.
"Rich bastard," he muttered before plopping on the spacious leather seat, his injured back forgotten. The pain shot up immediately. "Ouch!"
Asami took his seat, watching the photographer squeezing his eyes in pain. "Does your back still hurt?"
"A little," he admitted, opening his eyes as he ran his fingers over his shoulders. "Not as much as yesterday. Kanzaki sensei gave me some seriously great drugs so it didn't hurt as much as I thought."
"Do you want to go to the hospital for a scan?"
Akihito scowled. "Hell, no. I'm not that fragile. It's just a couple of bruises."
Asami replied by nudging his lover's chin up. "What about your split lips?" He asked, his thumb brushing Akihito's lower lip gently.
The photographer looked away, embarrassed. "I – I'm fine. It's nothing serious anyway." He pushed the large hands away before continuing. "I wonder if I should take some sparring lessons. It's tiring getting beaten up all the time."
"Toru can be your tutor if you like."
"Can you?" Akihito directed the question at his personal guard who was placing a small bag at the overhead compartment.
"Yes," came the monotonous reply.
Akihito grinned. "Great! I'll let you know when I have some free time. Teach me some moves so I can kick someone's ass."
Securing the lock of the compartment, Toru turned to Akihito, bowing slightly. "It will be my pleasure, Takaba sama."
"Who knows, I might be able to kick your ass one day, Asami." The photographer looked cockily at Asami and grinned.
The yakuza replied by pulling the photographer to him. "I look forward to the day where you can try –" he halted, pulling the boy closer until his lips were positioned next to Akihito's ear. "—and in any miracle that you succeed in doing so, I'll have you chained in the private room."
Excitement swept through Akihito buthe managed to pull himself together and offered Asami a cheeky reply, "You forgot, if I can kick your ass, you won't be able to catch me."
The devious smirk Asami offered in response told Akihito that he was probably wrong.
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Volcanic island Izu Oshima was a popular tourist spot lying 100 kilometers southwest Tokyo. Akihito had heard about festivals on the island before but he never had the chance to participate in any of the celebrations. Even when he was off from photojournalist work, he was too busy looking for part time jobs to make ends meet.
The trip might not be voluntary on Akihito's part but he wasn't complaining since he had always loved the beach. His top destination was Okinawa where the water was known to be crystal clear but the black beach in Izu Oshima wasn't that much of a paler comparison.
The most unfortunate thing about the beautiful island, in Akihito's opinion was the crowd that thronged the place during the festive seasons. Beautiful as the place might be, it could be difficult enjoying the beach and sun, considering there were umbrellas at every corner of the beach. Akihito hadn't been able to witness it first-hand but he saw pictures of the beach before. It reminded him of the jam-packed garden during the Sakura viewing seasons in Tokyo.
But, Akihito thought again as he stood alone in front of the beach, I've forgotten that I'm travelling with Asami.
There were no fussy lines or bumping into people on the beach. Upon arriving, the only companion Akihito had were the tiny crabs crawling by the shore.
"Why is the beach so empty?"
"It's a private beach," Asami answered easily as he guided Akihito to a canopy erected on the beach.
"Don't tell me you bought this place?" Akihito looked around, flabbergasted. Dutifully, he allowed Asami to lead him to his seat in the canopy where a line of waiters were already waiting with food trays.
"I did," the crime lord answered simply.
"Well, it's your money," Akihito muttered as he looked at the delicious tray of food. He picked up his fork, replaced them on the table again. He looked around at the waiters and guards. "You know, it's uncomfortable trying to eat with so many pairs of eyes looking at me. Either you eat with us or let me eat in peace."
A thin smile graced Asami's lips. With a wave of his hand, the waiters disappeared, leaving only Toru and Kirishima. "Eat up."
Akihito ate only because he didn't want to waste the scrumptious food in front of him. It wasn't his nature to say no to food anyway, so he dutifully munched to the last bite. And he couldn't help but to notice how smug Asami had looked.
Well, it was his birthday after all, the photographer mused. He was bound to be pleased since he managed to use the special pass.
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Weird.
It was all Akihito could sum up during the entire trip. After lunch, Asami actually invited Akihito for a walk around town, before heading back to the private beach for an evening swim. He already knew Asami wasn't much of a swimmer, so he went for a swim with Toru.
The sun was already setting by the time Akihito decided that he had enough of the sea. He dried himself, changed into a summer floral shorts, white tank top and shirt – all the while thinking about Asami's odd behavior.
Not once did his sly lover mention, nor had he attempted to use the free pass.
It was unlike him at all, Akihito mused as he pulled the pulled the tank top over his head. The Asami Ryuichi he knew would never miss the opportunity. Truthfully, Asami didn't actually have to use the special pass to make him travel to the beach since it was something that Akihito loved to do.
And Akihito was positive that Asami was aware of the fact too.
So, why hadn't he use the special pass?
Akihito checked his wrist watch; the same one Asami had gotten for him on his birthday. Nearly 12 hours have passed and another 12 hours to go before the expiry.
Screw thinking; I'll just ask him, Akihito thought as he marched to where Asami was seated with Kirishima by his side.
"Spill; you haven't used the free pass today. What are your plans?" the photographer asked, crossing his arms across his chest.
The casual smirk Asami gave Akihito further roused the young man's suspicions. "Is that what you've been thinking all day long?"
Akihito plopped on the empty seat next to Asami. "It's unlike you. You didn't mention about the pass– ," he stopped, narrowing his eyes into slits as he looked at the yakuza. "—and I know you. You won't miss out an opportunity like that."
"So you prefer that I do something to you?" Asami nudged Akihito's chin up.
Looking away, Akihito stuttered, "Of – of course not! But it makes me think that you have something major planned."
Again, the same casual smirk.
Akihito stood up, color draining from his face. "Shit, I'm right."
Passing his tablet to Kirishima, the crime lord stood up. "You're thinking too much, Akihito. Let's head back to the hotel."
Not knowing where to run, the photographer allowed himself to be pulled along. He walked along the beach, welcoming the evening sea breeze and the soft black sand under his feet.
"You still haven't answered me," Akihito accused as they walked nearer to the hotel.
The lofty building by the sea stood alone in the private beach. A quick calculations revealed that the hotel at least have twelve floors. Aside from the hotel staff welcoming them, there weren't other guests.
"Did you just empty the entire hotel for this vacation?" Akihito asked as he looked around the reception, stunned.
"I did."
"Why?"
"So we won't be disturbed," Asami answered simply as he guided Akihito to the elevator.
The smile Asami gave Akihito wasn't reassuring. Something was definitely not right but Akihito couldn't tell what. He took a step backwards, moved closer to Kirishima.
"What is he planning?"
The secretary offered a smile. "Asami sama has always been private about his affairs, Takaba sama."
The doors to the elevators opened and Akihito was ushered in the car without having a chance to reply. As the door close, Kirishima bowed. "Good night, Asami sama. Enjoy your evening."
Akihito turned to Asami. "What did Kirishima mean by that?"
No answer.
Shit. Akihito crossed his arms, putting on a I-don't-care-look. "I'll know soon enough."
However, when Akihito found out the real reason, it was already too late to back out. Upon entering the penthouse suite, Akihito found that his lover of two years had installed a mini collection of his S&M equipment in the hotel penthouse suite.
"No," Akihito shook his head as he took a step back. Asami caught the boy by his elbow and threw him on the bed effortlessly. Akihito scrambled off the bed.
"Pervert, you brought your entire S&M bondage equipment here?" the photographer asked incredulously. "Oh no you bastard," Akihito said again when Asami's eyes gleamed. Asami answered Akihito by flashing the free pass card that Akihito had given him.
The photographer smiled victoriously. "You getting old, Asami? I already said in the fine prints behind the card. Not applicable for bondage in the private room."
Flipping the card casually, the crime lord read it again. "Indeed–," he agreed and watched Akihito relaxed a little before continuing. "—but we're not in the private room, Akihito."
Color drained from Akihito's face as he snatched the card away. He reread his own terms behind the card and realized his errors immediately. "But – but – that doesn't count!" he protested.
Plucking the card out of Akihito's hands, Asami slid it in his breast pocket. "I didn't violate the rules, Akihito."
"You cheat!"
Asami moved nearer to the boy, nudging his chin up to meet his gaze. "I didn't. You're a journalist. You should know the importance of writing clearly." Asami traced his thumb along Akihito's dry lips. "Be a man Akihito; own up your mistakes."
The hazel eyes flashed defiantly at the crime lord. "All right but don't think I'm giving in. I'm going along with your sick plans only because it's my mistake."
"Then let's set some ground rules here, shall we?" Asami said.
"What rules?"
The thin lips curved. "You shall surrender yourself completely to me and you'll do everything I say without protest."
"You conceited bast –," Akihito could hardly finish his sentence when Asami flashed the free pass at him again. "Arg, Fine! I just have to be part of your sick games for the day right?"
Asami flashed Akihito a smirk before moving past the bed rested on the slightly raised platform to the luxurious sitting area in the suite. Gracefully, the crime lord sat down.
The golden eyes burned with lust as he whispered, "Come here, Akihito."
Akihito licked his dry lips as excitement swept passed him. Obediently he walked to where Asami sat, all the while noticing the older man's eyes fixed on him. The crime lord's hand took something from the table and held it tight.
God, is that a rope? Or is it a chain? Akihito stared at the item his lover was holding. He walked closer and realized that they were actually leather handcuffs with chains.
The photographer swallowed a lump. The idea that he would be Asami's object for the night, to let the older man play out his fantasies on him, and to be completely at Asami's mercy left Akihito both excited and afraid at the same time.
Akihito wasn't unfamiliar to Asami's bondage play. He had to admit that although he hated it at first, BDSM grew onto him, especially when Asami had been much gentler to him during the plays.
"Strip off your clothes."
When Akihito winced at the tone, Asami said again, his voice was tight and controlled. "Don't fight me, Akihito."
The arrogance was something Akihito would have smacked off on a usual day, except it was making him hornier by the second. Refused to allow Asami to witness his weakness, Akihito held his gaze steady as he slowly undressed, peeling off his shirt, then his belt and pants.
Akihito fought back a blush when he felt his own erection strained against his boxers yet he refused to be intimidated. Keeping his fingers steady, he slid his fingers into the waistband of his shorts before pushing the cotton garment down his thighs, letting it puddle around his feet, revealing every inch of his body to Asami.
Naked, aroused and proud, Akihito walked towards his lover.
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Asami developed a taste for bondage soon after his acquaintance gave him a set of equipment; now installed in his private room. He used them before on his former bed partners but none had been satisfying – until Takaba Akihito .
The boy was truly exquisite. Akihito's body reacted to the bondage play perfectly, yet his pride wouldn't allow him to admit defeat. His hazel eyes stared at Asami, challenging and defying. There was no doubt in Asami's mind that his boy was an absolute masochist.
Just thinking the things he would do to his young lover made his erection twitched.
"Come closer," he commanded.
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"Come closer."
Akihito's breath caught in his throat. The lights were dimmed but Akihito could feel Asami's eyes on every inch of his body. The crime lord, still fully clothed, stood up and drew Akihito towards him. He ran his lean fingers along Akihito's jaw, tracing the jutting bone before whispering near the photographer's ear.
"Turn around, hands on the small of your back."
Asami was so close that Akihito could feel his lover's breath on his skin. Trembling slightly, he did as he was told. The boy heard the all too familiar sound that could only be described as leather cuffs. Before Akihito could back away from his decision, Asami had secured the leather cuffs around his wrists.
The leather collar came next, so did the gag on his mouth and ropes around his torso. If Akihito hadn't known any better, he would have thought Asami was ready to torture him. He wasn't far off, Akihito thought, since Asami's intention was to torture him with mind blowing sex plays.
Talented, Akihito thought as Asami tied him up. The crime lord then took Akihito's upper arm and led him to the long couch. He sat down, pulling Akihito with him to lay face down over his lap.
Akihito felt his hardened cock rubbed against the fabric of Asami's pants. He groaned slightly, wanting the feeling again. The boy writhed, trying to rub himself on Asami's thighs but that earned him a loud smack on his ass. "Stay still," he ordered.
Slowly, Asami trailed his finger over the curve of Akihito's ass cheeks. Akihito felt his cheeks being spread apart gently. Asami gently nudged and poked on Akihito's puckered opening, earning soft gasp and moan from the younger man. Asami's fingers continued the sweet torture as he slid down to Akihito's balls, massaging them.
Akihito would moan loudly if he could, but the gag on his mouth prevented him from making any noise. Akihito couldn't see what was happening, but he heard Asami flipped a bottle open. The photographer yelped when cool liquid was poured on to him. He squirmed, only to earn another smack from Asami.
"Stay still," Asami ordered again.
He obeyed, only because Asami's hands were holding him on place. He was still sprawled over Asami's lap so, any excessive wriggling would cause him to lose balance.
Expertly, the crime lord massaged the excess gel on his ass before easing a finger inside Akihito. The boy jerked momentarily at the sudden intrusion but relaxed quickly enough.
"Relax," Asami said.
The single digit of Asami's fingers turned double and as they scissor in and out of Akihito while the other hand sneaked in front to pump the cock. Akihito's breath hitched; his heart beat faster from the excitement and pleasure.
Then the fingers stopped. Just when Akihito was ready to protest for the absence of the fingers, a firm, round object pressed inside him instead. The boy screamed through the gag as he felt Asami pushed a lubed plug into him, pushing the object to the hilt. The pain was slight, only to the barest before erotic sensations took over.
"Like it?"
Akihito's brain was on the verge of shutting down but Asami's arrogance made his temper flare. He turned backwards and glared his hazel eyes at Asami in defiance.
Asami smirked, pulling the plug out before pushing it in, rougher this time. "That's it, Akihito. Look at me with those fiery eyes."
Hot with the need to ejaculate, Akihito squirmed on Asami's lap, trying to rub his erection against Asami's thighs. His actions earned him another loud smack on his bottom and he stayed still again.
"Perhaps this will ease your discomfort," the crime lord said, showing Akihito a cock ring.
As if the bondage wasn't driving him crazy enough, Asami's hand searched his erected cock and slid the cock ring on it.
Oh, god. If Asami intended to drive him crazy, he had already succeeded. If only his hands weren't bound behind, Akihito would have ripped the cock ring away, wrapped his fingers around his own erection and stroke himself till he climax.
He was panting from excitement and Asami, sensing Akihito's needs, eased the plug out a little before thrusting it back in. He did it a few more times, driving the younger man crazy with desire. The pre-cum dripped from Akihito's cock, wetting Asami's designer dress pants. But Akihito couldn't be bothered about that at the moment. He needed to come so badly.
And then it stopped. Helping the boy off his lap, Asami made the boy kneel in front of him. The gag was removed, dumped carelessly to the side. Asami leaned forward, brushed his fingers along Akihito's saliva coated lips.
"Pleasure me, Akihito."
"Untie me," Akihito managed to whisper.
"No," Asami replied, as he leaned back against the couch. Unzipped his pants, he pulled out his proud erection and waited.
Akihito didn't need to be ordered again. He leaned forward, inhaling the musky scent of his lover's cock before darting his tongue out to lick it. On purpose, he did it slowly, licking the shaft from the base to the tip. Right when he sensed Asami's control was about to shatter, he engulfed the cock in his mouth.
Akihito heard his lover's voice hitched and was pleased that he wasn't the only one who felt aroused. But he was certainly needier than the older man. Who could blame him? His ass plugged, hands bound as he was made to suck the older man's cock. It was just too erotic for words.
He wanted to stroke himself so bad but since it was impossible, Akihito focused on his task. He licked the crown gently, sucked at it before taking the entire cock in his mouth. The yakuza groaned slightly, his hands moved to Akihito's silky hair, grabbing a fistful of his hair, keeping the boy in his place.
"Look at me, Akihito."
The boy obliged, gazing his hazel eyes at the older man, giving him the glare that Asami loved so much.
Asami threw his head back a little and allowed Akihito's clever little mouth to work its magic. The boy knew Asami was closed so he bobbed his head faster; trying to make Asami come but the yakuza stopped him.
Pulling Akihito up to his feet, Asami led Akihito to the bed and instead of pulling the plug out and easing the hard cock inside Akihito, Asami made his lover kneel on the carpeted floor on the foot of the bed. Cheek pressed on the carpeted floor; Akihito's knees were spread wide, vulnerably exposing his plugged ass to Asami.
"Asami," Akihito half called, half pleaded.
The older man did not respond. All Akihito could see were Asami's leather shoes walking around him. Unmercifully, Asami teased Akihito's opening, tracing his fingers along the ass before going to the hardened cock. Gripping the cock in his hands, Asami stroke it roughly. His other free hand went to the plug, pulled it out before pushing it back again in gradually increasing speed.
Akihito was so aroused that he nearly sobbed when Asami's hands again left his cock. "Ryuichi, please," he finally begged.
Asami answered him by helping Akihito to his feet and directed him to the bed. Face down on the hotel bed, Akihito waited.
For the moment, there was nothing. Beyond mortification and ready to beg, Akihito intended to do just so when he heard the sound of Asami's belt came undone. Then, the plug was removed, thrown to the floor.
The cock slid into Akihito, gliding in an inch before thrusting it to the hilt. Akihito moaned loudly, shamelessly as the impatient cock continued thrusting into him in increasing speed.
Asami never fucked him to the brim so quickly. Usually, he prefer feeding his length into Akihito inch by inch, all the while watching Akihito went crazy as he entered the boy. But this primal thrust told the photographer that it wasn't just Akihito who was going crazy. Asami himself was losing control of the situation.
The room went quiet for a while, with Akihito fisted his bound hands and his mouth opened in a soundless scream of pleasure. The feeling of having Asami fucking him to the bed was pure ecstasy. The yakuza knew what he was doing. His movements were beast-like, his strokes were powerful and precise – the combination itself was mind blowing.
Asami continued thrusting into Akihito harder and faster. And the boy helplessly took it all. Akihito's own cock strained but since both his hands and cock were restricted, he couldn't bring himself to pleasure.
Finally, when he can no longer bear it, he pleaded. "Untie me, please."
Still, the yakuza refused to heed Akihito's pleas. "No, take it Akihito," he said but he pulled himself out of Akihito and flipped him to his back. Spreading the boy's thighs apart and gripping his ankles with his hands, Asami thrust his hardened cock inside his lover over and over again.
By now, Akihito was nearly sobbing from the pleasure. Trashing his head side to side, Akihito cried Asami's name, pleading the yakuza to release him. He was so aroused and the need to come was so great that he couldn't bear it any longer.
The thrust became harder and eventually, Asami came inside Akihito, moaning in pleasure. Akihito felt the yakuza's cock twitched as he spurted his cum deep inside of him.
"You've been good, Akihito," Asami said, his thin lips curved as he watched his young lover still fighting his arousal. He removed the cock ring. "Let me reward you."
Bending his head, Akihito watched helplessly as his own erection disappeared into Asami's mouth. After enduring for so long, the feeling of his own hardened cock being pleasured by Asami made Akihito's hips jerked.
He moaned loudly as the yakuza sucked and teased every sensitive spot of Akihito. It didn't take long for Akihito to ejaculate. Hips bucked, the boy let out a primal yell as he came in Asami's mouth, yelling the yakuza's given name as he did.
In the aftermath of their mind blowing sex, Akihito panted quietly, trying to make sense of the BDSM play he partook just now. Asami rolled him to his stomach and untied him before pulling the boy close to him.
"I hope you're satisfied now, pervert."
The yakuza trailed a finger down Akihito's spine. "Very, although I'm surprised you're still conscious.
Akihito continued to sprawl on top on Asami, unmoving. He felt that all energy had been sucked out of his body after his release. His muscles felt loose and relaxed but he wasn't sleepy- not yet.
"Don't look down on me, bastard. I can't afford to lose consciousness yet. I want to see the night market and fireworks."
"Then you better get dressed, Akihito. The fireworks are scheduled to begin in an hour," Asami said, patting Akihito's pert ass.
"Give me five minutes, I need to get my limbs back," Akihito muffled.
"You could always watch it exclusively here from the balcony."
That woke Akihito up immediately. Rolling off the bed, he gave the yakuza a grin. "Hell, no. I'm not watching another fireworks like that again. You have to wear yukata, buy food from the stalls in the night market and watch it with hundreds of people," he said and disappeared into the bathroom.
The crime lord watched his young lover go before standing up from the bed. Walking towards the window, he looked out at the dark skies. He hadn't been to a summer festival in years. Perhaps now was a good time to revisit them.
Xx Business as Usual xX
Going to the night market with Asami turned out to be more troublesome than Akihito had originally thought. Akihito donned his summer yukata, a light blue fabric with obi of a darker color and told Asami to do the same since it would be weird wearing suit and tie to the summer festival night market.
Asami acquiesced to his wishes by wearing his black yukata, so did the four guards. The photographer sincerely thought wearing yukatas would help them to blend into the crowd, looking like average Japanese on a night market fun.
Blend in, my ass. Akihito thought as he walked alongside with Asami. They were attracting so much attention that both men and women began to crowd around them, wondering which film star had stopped by for a night market stroll.
"You're attracting a lot of attention," Akihito commented as he fished out his money for some candies. He paid for them, started popping a few in his mouth when he saw an elderly man calling out, asking passers -by to play a game at his stall.
"Hey, I'm going over," he announced and without waiting for an answer, sprinted off towards the stall.
Kirishima's phone rang the minute Akihito walked away and the secretary answered the call. He didn't offer much expression apart from a few curt nods.
"Sir," Kirishima said as soon as he put down the phone, "Kanda called and reported that Koga and two other men have been apprehended. They are being detained at our warehouse here in Izu."
Asami's thin lips curved a smirk. "Contact Goda Orochi. Tell him to go to our warehouse tonight at midnight," he said, directed the order at Suoh.
The chief bowed and quickly carried out his duties.
"Asami sama, will Goda come?" Kirishima asked as he watched Akihito attempting to throw the ball into the basket.
Asami seemed to be looking at the same direction for he actually offered a thin smile at Akihito's failure before replying. "If he's smart, he will."
"Sir, may I know your reason for calling Goda?" Kirishima asked cautiously. "His influence is rising but he is, at the moment, insignificant to Sion."
"There were some rumors that Goda managed to obtain very high quality of cocaine from a source. The dealers are frantic that Goda is selling the cocaine at a lower rate. I tried locating the dealer but so far I haven't been successful."
Asami stopped, taking out a cigarette. Out of habit, Kirishima immediately stepped forward with the lighter. "The few million yen is hardly significant to me but I sensed Goda is either trying to compete or crush us. I cannot think of any other reason why he would sell the cocaine below the market value."
Kirishima pushed his spectacles up, understanding the situation immediately. "We'll get to the source, Asami sama. We have Koga; Goda will spill his beans quickly enough."
The golden eyes turned hard and cold. "We'll leave after the fireworks." The crime lord lit a cigarette. "Kirishima, arrange tighter security around Akihito."
Kirishima bowed. "As per your instruction, Kanda and Makoto will be taking charge of Takaba sama's security while Toru is away. Suoh had stationed men around the hotel and the employees' identities have been checked."
Nodding his head, Asami walked over to where Akihito was. The boy seemed pleased that he won himself a small watermelon. Now, he had to convince Akihito to stay at the hotel while he attended his business.
Xx Business as Usual xX.
The limousine was quiet, even though four of Asami's best men were seated in the car. They had changed back to their suits and after successfully convinced Akihito to enjoy himself at the privately owned hotel, Asami left to the warehouse.
Ando and Suoh remained focused on the road while Kirishima had his eyes on his tablet, checking Asami's schedule.
The yakuza noted that out of his four best men, Toru remained unperturbed; and perhaps the deadliest of the four.
It reminded Asami when he brought Toru to the warehouse for the first time. He was the epitome of a perfect guard. Calm and composed, he wasn't swayed with petty emotions even when he was asked to kill a man he barely knew.
There were subtle changes since he took charge as Akihito's guard but as long as he continued to perform, Asami saw no reason to worry. There was once when Asami suspected Toru harboring feelings for Akihito, just as Keiichi did but he dropped the suspicions soon enough after witnessing how Toru work. From the way he had seen it, Toru's feelings for Akihito were nothing but a love for a younger sibling.
Asami smirked. He was looking forward to the night's show.
Xx Business as Usual xX
Warnings: Torture.
The black limousine stopped at the main entrance of warehouse number five in Izu peninsular. The old place had been deserted for some time after Asami shifted his operations to a new place but occasionally the warehouse was still being used for specific reasons, like today.
A line of guards, all under Kirishima's orders were already in their positions. They bowed when the crime lord got off the car, flanked by four of his most trusted subordinates.
The three captured men stood in the middle of the warehouse, with their hands bound in chains and suspended by a machine. Koga and two of his punk buddies were released from Setagaya police station after the Goda's lawyer posted bail. They barely made it to the train station when they were grabbed, threw into a van and abducted some 100 kilometers southwest Tokyo to the Izu Peninsular.
As the yakuza entered the warehouse, Koga and his friends looked up at him. Asami picked out Koga easily. He wore a neon green shirt that it was almost painful to look at. The sides of his hair were shaved and the uncombed blonde dyed hair suggested to Asami that Koga probably wore it Mohawk. He had matching silver ring on his lips, nose and ears. All in, Koga looked like a multi colored individual with poor dressing sense.
His two lackeys didn't share Koga's taste in face piercing although they had the same dirty blonde hair color. Slightly shorter than Koga, he had short cropped hair while the other wore his shoulder length.
Asami had been notified that whilst Koga and his friends put up a courageous fight, they were no match against his six guards. The thin lips curved. He'll enjoy Koga's interrogations.
"Who the fuck are you?" Koga shouted as he struggled against his restraints.
The big burly guard who stood guard immediately punched Koga on his stomach. "Watch your language when you're talking to the boss, you punk."
Koga coughed out some saliva. His body bent, eyes shut tightly as he panted, trying to get over the blow on his stomach.
"It doesn't matter whether you know me or not," Asami answered smoothly as he sat on the leather chair Kirishima had offered. "I am more interested in the fact that you dared to lay your filthy hands on what's mine."
Koga stared straight and finally saw Kirishima and Suoh standing behind Asami. "You! You're the bastard who broke my nose!"
"He actually remembers you, Kirishima," Asami said as he gave a backward glance.
"What the fuck you want with me?" That tone earned Koga another blow on his stomach.
Asami's eyes glinted. "Simple, your life."
"Wh – what the hell are you talking about?" Koga asked, panicked before looking at his friends. They looked equally confused and frightened.
With a wave of his hand, Suoh stepped forward with Kirishima's tablet and shoved the device at Koga's face. "Remember this person?"
Koga took one look at Akihito's photo and his eyes widened.
"Aniki, the guy at the park!" The punk next to Koga said urgently.
Ignoring his friend, Koga stared at Suoh, defiant. "What about him?"
Suoh offered a mocking smile but didn't reply. Slowly, he retreated to Asami's side. "Boss, he has confirmed that he knew Takaba sama."
It was then Asami stood up. He unbuttoned his coat, passed the garment to his secretary and slowly made his way around Koga. Grabbing a fist of Koga's hair, Asami yanked it behind forcefully before stretching his palms open. Suoh immediately placed a gun on Asami's hand.
"That person –," Asami said calmly as he traced the gun down Koga's cheek, "—belongs to me."
"I – I didn't –,"
"So you can imagine how displeased I was when he came back to me –" Asami interrupted, positioning the gun under Koga's neck before continuing, "—bloodied and bruised by you and your men."
Koga tried not to allow the sight of the gun worry him. "He attacked us first! Let me go! Do you know who I am? I am associated with the Goda kumi. The kumicho is looking everywhere for us now."
Asami curved a thin, dangerous smile. "As expected, you have spunk. I'll enjoy stripping your pride bare." Before Koga could reply to the statement, Asami said again, "Your kumicho will join me in a moment. Meanwhile, you can keep me entertained," he said, releasing Koga.
Walking back to his seat, Asami ordered. "Suoh, get the things prepared."
Nodding his head, the bulky guard went behind the warehouse to gather the items. Toru and Ando stepped forward and ripped the men's shirts away, exposing their torsos.
"What – what are you doing? Goda's kumicho is looking for us – Hey!" Koga screamed when he was thoroughly ignored in the warehouse. "What are you doing?" Koga asked again and this time his voice shook a little.
A sound of metal clanks from behind had Koga turned his head. His eyes widened when Suoh pushed out a steel drum with fire. "What – what is that?" Koga stammered, his eyes never left the steel barrel.
Again, Koga and his friends were ignored. Koga's fears were confirmed when he saw Suoh heating a branding iron.
Koga's friends were the first to beg. "No, please."
"Shut up, Shuji, Kato!" Koga shouted but his eyes did not leave the branding iron.
"Aniki!"
The fire crackled against the burning steel, releasing a loud pop as it continued to heat up the iron.
"Oh god, no please!" Kato pleaded. "Aniki, please help us!"
The boys' panicked faces made Koga sweat. His worried eyes flickered at his friends', both who were already sobbing. "Goda kumicho is my uncle. He won't let you off so easily!" Koga's voice wavered a little.
Koga's slowly shattering control pleased Asami. Accepting a cigarette from Kirishima, Asami allowed his secretary to light up the stick. "I care not about Goda's retribution. But he on the other hand –," Asami exhaled the smoke before continuing, "—will beg me to release you."
"Who – who are you?" Koga's voice shook.
"Asami Ryuichi."
"Boss, it's ready," Suoh said as he pulled out the hot branding iron.
Asami's eyes gleamed. "Suoh, try it out on him," he ordered, referring to Shuji.
"Aniki!" Shuiji screamed as the bulky guard stepped forward with the iron.
Cold sweat formed on Koga's forehead as he watched Suoh walking towards them with the hot iron. "No – you son of a bitch!" he screamed at Suoh.
Shuji's horrific screams echoed around the warehouse as the hot iron was pressed on his back. It sizzled a little as it burned Shuji's flesh, marking the skin with a huge 'S' sign. When it was done, Suoh removed the iron, turned Shuji's back around for Asami's inspection.
"Shuji, hey!" Koga shouted but his friend was already unconscious. He turned to Asami, "You bastard!"
Asami curved a sadistic smile. "Don't worry, you will have your turn in a moment. Meanwhile, enjoy the show," he said as he leaned against the desk.
"No, oh God, please no!" Kato's pleaded as Suoh took the branding iron from the drum. He struggled against his restraints, pulling the chains that bound his hands in futile.
The tears and pleas did not stop Suoh from carrying out his task.
"ANIKI!" Kato screamed when Suoh pressed the iron on his back. "Stop, please! It hurts, ANIKI!" he let out a bloodcurdling scream before passing out.
The gruesome display finally had effect on Koga. His body shook violently as he watched Asami slowly made his way towards him. His eyes however, remained defiant.
Asami curved a thin smile. "I like your defiance – then again, it wouldn't be fun if you break so easily."
Koga didn't respond to Asami's mockery. His eyes darted sideways as his friends before staring at Suoh who stood in front of the steel barrel with a branding iron in his hands. He looked at Asami again. "You son of a bitch. You want me to beg?" He spat on the floor. "You won't have it!"
"I'm enjoying this even more. Let's see how long you can hold before you break." Asami gave a backward glance. "Kirishima, who held the longest record?"
The secretary pushed his spectacles up. "I believe it was the assassin from the Sumiyoshi group. He lasted about 30 minutes."
The crime lord looked at Koga again. "Let's see if you can top his record." He took a step back when Suoh stepped forward with the hot iron. "The best is yet to come."
Koga's body trembled slightly but he wasn't about to beg. "You fucking bastard. I –"
"If I remember correctly, Akihito had a bruise about the size of your shoe on his shoulder blades," Asami interrupted. "This iron is the exact size."
As Suoh took a step nearer, Koga began to struggle against his restraints. Toru stepped in and held Koga steady, allowing Suoh to pressed the hot iron on Koga's back.
"Arg!" Koga screamed as the heat burned his flesh.
Asami moved nearer to Koga. "Beg," he ordered.
"I –," Koga panted "—will – not—beg!"
"Still stubborn are we? Suoh –," he said without breaking eye contact with Koga. "—why don't you heat up another?"
This time, Koga looked alarmed. The pain behind his back was already unbearable and to be subjected to torture again wasn't something Koga could bear.
"No," he whispered. "Stop, please."
Asami's lips curved. "Your spunk didn't even last ten minutes."
Goda chose that moment to enter. The bald man in his late fifties looked somewhat annoyed with the fact that he had to travel so far for the meet up but changed as soon as he saw Koga's torturous state.
"Takeru!" he rushed into the warehouse. The three bodyguards he brought along quickly went to Koga but they were held back by Suoh, Toru and Ando.
"Goda Orochi," Asami greeted casually. "I'm pleased you've traveled this far to meet me."
Clad in traditional black and white men's hakama, Goda walked hurriedly to Asami, offering nothing but a curt nod. "Asami san, what is the meaning of this? I travelled nearly two hours from Tokyo to see you and upon my arrival, you have my nephew tied up and tortured!"
Coward or not, Goda Orochi remained the head of the Goda kumi. He wouldn't bow down to Asami so easily. His men drew out guns, prompting Asami's twenty men to do the same.
"I would advise you to ask your men to keep their guns." Asami took his seat on the leather chair as Kirishima poured him a drink. A quick glance from the crime lord had Toru pointing the gun at the back of Koga's head. "A word from me and your nephew won't live to see the living daylights again."
Goda gritted his teeth in anger. Looking at his men, he gave his orders. "Keep your guns."
"But kumicho –,"
"—I said keep them!" Goda barked and the guns disappeared behind the men's back.
Goda looked at Asami again. "Even if you are the don of Japanese yakuza, I demand to know why my nephew is subjected to such cruelty."
Asami smirked. "Kirishima," he ordered and the bespectacled man immediately stepped forward. "Koga Takeru had not only once, but twice injured a man under Asami sama's protection."
Goda's eyes widened. There wasn't any written rule in the world of yakuza that forbade fighting among members of other clans. However, to hurt a person under Asami's protection was like courting for trouble.
"Is that the boy that everyone had been talking about? That you'll kill anyone who touches a strand of his hair?"
Asami cocked an eyebrow. "You are well-informed, Goda kumicho."
In the yakuza's unofficial book of conduct, foolish actions like that could be settled merely by two kumichos talking it out. In Asami's world however, those rules didn't matter. Asami ruled the underground on his own terms and with the amount of power he held in Japan, none dared to oppose him.
"Asami, he might have injured the boy but to torture Koga to this extend is unacceptable," Goda said, dropping the honorifics. "Koga is under my protection, I demand him to be returned to me."
Eyes turned cold and hard, Asami waved his hand. In an instant, his men had their guns drawn out and pointed at Goda's men. Suoh dropped the iron stamp, moved next to Goda with his own weapon on the kumicho's head.
Asami stood up. "I didn't call you here for negotiations, Goda. Your nephew – no, your son will have to give me his life before the end of the hour."
Panic written all over Goda's wrinkly face as Koga asked, "What are you talking about?"
"I don't need to answer your question," Asami answered before looking at Goda again, "—but that is the truth, isn't it kumicho?"
"You bastard," Goda barely managed to finish when Suoh knocked the man with the back of his gun. Goda regained his composure quickly. "What do you want in exchange for his life?"
"I heard a few clubs in Kabuki-cho is under your control. And it seems you have a lot of cocaine in your hands. So much so, that you lower the prices to compete with other dealers under my command. What got me curious is, where do you get the goods from?"
Goda averted his eyes momentarily before looking at Asami again. "I don't have to tell you that."
Asami raised an eyebrow at Goda's boldness. "Toru, kill him."
As Toru release the safety catch, Goda raised his arms, "Wait, please!"
Asami raised his hand and Toru halted.
Goda panted. "It's from a dealer name Wu from Macau. He's all out to topple Fei Long's reign as the kingpin."
It wasn't Asami's concern if Wu decided to topple Fei Long. He was more concerned with the fact that if Wu continued to lower the prices, Asami would have difficulty selling his goods to his business counterparts. It looked like he had to speak with Fei Long about the matter.
"You bastard!" Koga shouted at Asami. "You used dirty tricks to get the kumicho to reveal important information." Koga struggled but was held back by Toru. "You tie me up here instead of fighting me one on one. Fight me, you bastard!"
It looked like Koga still had some pride. It pleased Asami.
"You interest me, Koga. Very well, I'll grant you the wish," Asami smirked. "If you succeeded in defeating any of my men, I'll let you go for 24 hours. But if you can't –" Asami narrowed his eyes. "—I'll have your life."
"Takeru, don't be foolish –" Goda began but was interrupted by Koga. "Deal."
"Release him," Asami commanded and Ando went to the switch, lowering the ropes. Another guard came forward to cut the ropes free, sending Koga to his knees immediately. With an immense effort, he stood up and steadied himself, ignoring the burning sensation between his shoulder blades.
Licking his pierced lips, Koga smiled. "Who's fighting?"
Asami glanced at Toru. "Toru, play with him." He turned towards Suoh, who still held Goda at gunpoint. "Suoh, get a chair for our guest."
As Suoh forced Goda to sit on a single stool, Ando disappeared to the back, returning a moment later with a handful of times. He spread them in front of Koga.
"What the fuck is this?" Koga asked as Ando placed a machete, baseball bat, chains and a katana in front of him."
"Pick your weapon," Toru answered calmly.
Koga laughed. "You'll be sorry," he said, picking up a katana.
"Excellent choice," Toru said, offering Koga a thin smile. Nodding at Ando, the guard went out of the warehouse to the limousine, retrieving a katana that Toru had brought along from his apartment.
"Are you sure you can fight, pretty boy?"
Toru did not respond to the mockery. Calmly, he shed his coat and tie, passing them to Ando. White shirt rolled to his elbows, he unbuttoned the first three buttons of his white shirt before taking the katana from Ando.
The scabbard was removed and placed neatly on the floor. The men in the warehouse moved backwards, forming a big circle as Toru took his stance with the katana.
"Are you done with your preparations, you bastard?" Koga shouted angrily. He threw the scabbard away, checked the weapon. Satisfied with its sharpness, Koga rested the back of the blade on his shoulder.
Toru closed his eyes, took two deep breaths and went silent. As the spectators in the warehouse looked on, Toru opened his eyes again. A few guards released audible gasps as Toru stared at his opponent for his usual calm eyes went rigid, cold and hard.
Gripping the katana firmly with his hands, Toru placed a step forward.
"Koi."
Koga charged without waiting for a second invitation.
Xx Business as Usual xX
Sipping his brandy, Asami watched the fight before him with great interest. It surprised him that Toru had brought along his katana, the same one he had seen in Toru's apartment. The guard had planned to use it all along and the bastard Koga, actually made it easier for Toru.
It was a simple psychological trick. Koga was made to choose between a few weapons. None of them shared the same league as the katana. To many Japanese, especially the gokudou, the katana was a symbol of strength and power. Toru had already anticipated that Koga's choice would be the blade; that was why he readied himself with his own katana.
Asami smirked, approving Toru's actions. It certainly looked like he had hired the right person for Akihito.
Asami crossed his legs, took the brandy that Kirishima offered and settled back. He'd enjoy the show.
Xx Business as Usual xX
As a child, Toru had always been fascinated with samurais. He remembered spending countless hours reading historical books about samurais, the swords that they used and thebushido. So when he finally achieved the financial means, he purchased a valuable katana from the underground market.
Obtaining a katana wasn't a problem but using it was. As much as Toru wanted to test the sword, he couldn't just swing it aimlessly at innocent people. He lived in modern Tokyo, not the Tokugawa Shogunate era.
But working with Asami allowed him that chance. A small smirk graced Toru's lips before it was replaced a grim expression.
Finally, Toru thought as he took his stance.
Koga chose to charge first. Swinging up the sword, Koga ran to Toru.
Toru chose to evade rather than attacking. He assessed Koga's skills strength, both he found to be weak. On purpose, he allowed the man to make futile aimless swings at him.
He would love to perform the kesa giri on Koga, considering how bad he had injured Akihito.
No, it's not time. He decided that he would play his him for a while and watch him beg for mercy later.
After evading for a few more times, Toru got riled. Quick as lighting, he slid behind Koga and made a few non-fatal cuts on Koga, injuring the back of his arm and shoulder. The cut excited Toru. As he watched the droplets of blood oozed down the katana, spattered on the floor, the urge to swing the blade up again became greater.
Again, he reminded himself that it wasn't time yet.
Patience, Toru told himself. When the time was right, he promised to avenge Akihito.
By the end of a five minute duel, Koga was already panting from running about. With a grimace, he dragged himself upright to face a perfectly injury free Toru.
"Play time is over," Toru said blandly, taking an offensive kendo stance. Left foot forward, he held his sword upright with the hilt in front of the right shoulder. Hands gripping the katana firmly; Toru took his stance, ready to deliver the final blow.
Asami must have sensed his intentions for he suddenly ordered, "Toru, don't kill him yet."
Nodding his head, Toru charged head front, so did Koga. The metal clanked loudly as they hit each other at full force. It became a battle of strength but it was clear that Toru had the upper hand.
Toru's swordplay resembled Kendo yet it had its distinctive quality of a samurai but Koga was very snake like. Knowing he was losing, Koga kneed Toru on his stomach before kicking him.
As Toru fell backwards onto the ground, Koga swung his blade at Toru, shouting, "Die!"
The pain of being kneed in the gut didn't stop Toru from moving away. He rolled away, just as Koga delivered his blow. The edge of the blade caught his arm as moved, resulting a long shallow cut on his forearm.
"Toru san!" Ando called out urgently.
"I'm ok," Toru replied, inspecting his arm. There was a lot of blood but it didn't do any damage to his ligaments or veins. Nothing a few stitches wouldn't take care off.
Koga bared his teeth. "How about that, sissy boy?"
Toru actually smirked. He swung his blade up again. "If you're playing dirty, I won't hold back either."
This time, the guard showed no mercy. He moved forward then sideways to evade a blow and moved behind Koga before performing a diagonal cut from the shoulder through the hip. Normally, the cut would have ended Koga's life, but since Toru had orders not to kill Koga, he held back just as he delivered the blow. The wound might be non-fatal but the slash on Koga's injured back could be excruciatingly painful for the man.
The blow sent Koga on the ground with his face pressed on the concrete flooring, eagle spread and groaning in pain.
"Takeru!" Goda tried standing up to his son's aid but again Suoh pushed him to his seat.
Toru's left hand was still bleeding; the crimson red liquid soiled his otherwise white shirt, dripping onto the ground. Pain wasn't what Toru felt at the moment since adrenalin was kicking in. Calmly, Toru walked to Koga, positioned the katana under Koga's neck.
"Move and I'll slice your throat open," Toru said coolly before looking at Asami. "Asami sama, what are your orders?"
Passing the brandy glass to Kirishima, Asami stood up. "Toru, get your wounds checked."
"Sir, I am fine. The wound isn't deep," Toru answered, his eyes still fixed at Koga.
Asami said not further and walked over to Goda, whose mind have frozen from the events. The bald man remained rooted on his seat, his eyes refused to tear away from his bloodied son. Then rage kicked in and he glared at Asami.
"Let him go, Asami," Goda stood up slowly. "Your men had bloodied him enough."
Asami took out his own gun, pointed the weapon on Goda's forehead. "I don't take orders from you."
Goda tensed at the sight of the gun. Knowing that both he and his son were at Asami's mercy, head of the Goda kumi swallowed his pride. "What do you want?"
"Kneel."
"You –," Goda tried protesting but his protests died down when Toru moved the blade closer to Koga's neck.
"Let him go – please. I'll make sure he never goes near your boy again," he said, kneeling down in the process.
Satisfied, the crime lord walked around Koga, inspecting the bruises. Raising his gun, he fired a deadly shot at Shuji. The younger man's body jerked before he went stilled. "Or I can kill your son right this instant and save you the trouble of looking out for him."
Goda trembled at the display. "Please, spare him. He's – all I have. I'll give you anything."
"I'm pleased that you offered," Asami replied, moving towards Kato. The boy regained his consciousness and was already sobbing. "I'm giving you two choices. You can either pass the controls of the clubs in Kabuko cho and the cartons of high grade cocaine to me or –," Asami looked at Goda again, "—I'll have Toru kill him.
"That's blackmail!" Goda exclaimed.
"Ten seconds." Asami lit a cigarette and turned to Kirishima, "Time it."
"The clubs and the cocaine belong to me, I spent millions of yen on it and – "
"Asami sama, time's up," Kirishima interrupted.
"Toru –,"
Still kneeling, Goda raised his hand. "Wait!"
Asami raised an eyebrow. "Well?"
Humiliated and thoroughly defeated, Goda nodded his head. "Deal," he said quietly, looking away.
"Kirishima, see that the cartons of cocaine and the name of the dealer from Macau are obtained."
Kirishima bowed. "Understood."
Goda took another step forward. "You got what you wanted. Let him go."
"Of course," Asami said rather pleasantly as he walked to where Toru was standing. Raising his gun, Asami fired at Kato, ending the boy's life instantly.
Then, he walked towards Koga who was nearly unconscious from the excessive bleeding. The golden eyes narrowed. "Toru, slice his right hand off."
"You said you'd let him go!" Goda said, panicked.
Without looking at Goda, the crime lord replied. "I said I'd let him live but I didn't say that I won't have his hand."
Asami knelt down, grabbed a fistful of Koga's hair. "I dislike someone putting his hands on my property. And the boy you beat at the park –" Asami halted, his eyes turned cold as he fired a shot at Koga's palms, "—is exclusively mine."
Koga released a scream, his body jerked slightly. "Please, don't," Koga finally pleaded.
Asami stood up. "Be grateful that I didn't slice your throat open." He walked towards the door and without a backward glance, Asami ordered, "Toru, the right hand."
Both Goda's and Koga's scream echoed behind as the crime lord walked out of the warehouse. He didn't stay to watch, considering the interrogation took longer than he expected. Asami smirked; it was time for more pleasurable entertainment with Akihito.
He slid into the backseat of the car with Kirishima taking the driver's seat. Toru joined Kirishima at the passenger seat minutes later, with a bandaged arm and his katana.
"Sir, Suoh san and Ando will stay until things are cleared."
Asami nodded. "Toru, get your wounds checked."
Back at his poker face look, Toru showed no reaction, nor did he groan at his wounds. He merely stared at the flimsy cloth Ando bandaged earlier. "Yes, sir."
"Where did you purchase the katana?"
"Underground auction; I've always been fascinated with katanas, sir."
Settling back in his seat, Asami smirked. "It's a good piece."
Toru looked surprised at the praise before offering his boss a small smile. "Thank you, Asami sama."
Xx Business as Usual xX
Akihito was huddling around a small bonfire, playing sparklers on the private beach with Kanda and Makoto when Asami returned. Clad in his summer yukata, the boy had the sleeves pulled up as he watched the sparkler burned. Bare feet, Akihito looked positively content with the sparklers he was holding. There were several cans of beer on the beach, both probably belonged to Akihito since Kanda and Makoto had been instructed not to drink while on duty.
He walked to the group, with Kirishima and Ando behind him. Kanda was the first who saw Asami. "Boss," he greeted, throwing the sparkler he was holding immediately.
Makoto too, stood up and bowed.
"You're late," Akihito scowled. "We were just finishing our sparklers and I've decided that if you weren't back by then, I'd sneak out."
Kanda and Makoto looked positively horrified with Akihito's statement. With Kirishima's approval, the guards retreated, leaving Asami and Akihito on the beach.
"The nature of the business wasn't that simple, Akihito," he said as he grabbed an unopened can of beer.
Akihito folded his arms, looking at his lover skeptically. "You're in a good mood."
Asami took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves before sitting on the sand. "The negotiations have been successful."
The photographer followed the yakuza. Grabbing another can of beer, he toed off his geta and sat next to the yakuza. "So, I presume you made another few million yen?" Akihito asked as he took the first gulp.
"Better than that."
Akihito choked a little. "You're crazy."
Asami eyed his lover. The boy looked satisfied with his beer in his hand. His eyes travelled upwards, looking at the stars as he curved a contented smile.
"Too bad it's too late for another round of fireworks, eh?" He asked, without looking at Asami.
"That can easily be arranged."
Akihito placed the can on the sand and grabbed Asami's hand, "Are you crazy? It's past 2 in the morning. You're going to wake the whole island up!"
Placing his own can of beer on the sand, Asami pushed the photographer down. "Then, why not we do something a little more discreet?" he drawled, his hands sliding up Akihito's thighs.
Akihito squirmed away. "No way, I'm going to be part of your sex plays on the beach."
"Then, why are youreacting to my touch?" Asami brushed his fingers lightly on Akihito's cock.
"That's a normal reaction for a guy! You – hey!" Akihito protested when Asami scooped him up and carried him over his shoulder before heading into the hotel.
"Hey, I want to see the sea!"
"You can do it from here," Asami replied simply as he laid Akihito on the bed.
Akihito gave in. After all, no amount of protests can stop the older man from getting what he wanted. Besides, he thought it wouldn't hurt to give into his lover's demands once in a while. He calculated and noticed that there were six hours left before his special pass ended.
Well, no harm servicing the bastard on his birthday, Akihito thought as Asami ripped his yukata away.
Translations:
Koi – Come. (I opted for Japanese since I thought it had more impact compared to English)
Obi – Sash for yukata or kimono
Gokudou – Triad (another word for yakuza)
Kumicho – Head of the yakuza
Geta – Traditional Japanese footwear
Kesa giri –a diagonal cut from shoulder to hip.
A/N: Thank you everyone who sent me reviews and pms! I received numerous guest reviewers asking me if I was continuing the fiction. Since ffnet does not allow non-fiction posts, I didn't update an author's note chapter explaining my two-month hiatus. I am not ignoring my guest reviewers but I cannot respond to them since they're not signed. Please get an account so we can start exchanging pms! And if I decide to stop writing, I will make it a point to inform everyone. That's a promise!
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