I am terribly sorry for the tortoise-pace updates. I initially planned to update in mid-February but I was caught up with the Chinese New Year preparations. Immediately after, I travelled to Hokkaido, Japan with my family.
And Hokkaido was absolutely breathtaking! The most exciting thing about this trip –I BOUGHT the FINDER SERIES mangas! (dances around) I only managed to get six books so I'll make sure to get the remaining books when I travel to Tokyo in May. They're in Japanese but thankfully there is furigana so I can somehow read them.
Beta-ed: RIveReinStyx. We proofed this chapter twice and tried eliminating as many errors as possible.
Disclaimer: Original story and characters are copyrights of Yamane Ayano. No profit is made from writing this fan fiction.
Warnings: Lemons, PWP
Xx Business as Usual – Chapter 32 xX
They were back at the glitzy phone store in Ginza again. Akihito couldn't comprehend Asami's desire in replacing his phone. Sure, the one Asami was using had blood stains and slight defects when he dropped it during the assassination attempt at Osaka but it was still functional and to change the entire phone based on those reasons alone were complete waste of money. Especially when he knew how much Asami's phone cost.
He hated playing chaperone in Asami's shopping trip but the older man reminded him about the promise he made a few nights earlier. Akihito had reluctantly agreed to accompany Asami to work for three days in exchange for his help to get Kuroda sensei to reopen the case for Shiba Masaki.
If only Asami knew it was all for him, Akihito sulked as he toured around the store. He had to admit, Yamaguchi's case played a huge part in his career too. Takeda had insisted Akihito to do a write up on Yamaguchi's arrest and since it was an exclusive, Mainichi Shimbun broke its sales record set previously when they reported on Japan winning the baseball championship. That secured another fat paycheck that could last him for at least six weeks.
Akihito ran his fingers on a phone with Hello Kitty casing. The red ribbon on the mouth-less cat had been adorned with the brightest red gems he had ever seen.
"Are these real?" Akihito asked the lady in a suit that reminded him of the All Nippon Airway stewardesses.
The lady took the phone with her gloved hands and placed it on Akihito's palm. "Yes, Takaba sama. These are old Burmese rubies – flawless and highly sought after. Are you interested in this?"
Akihito quickly shook his head and returned the phone to the lady. He walked to the middle of the room where Asami was seated with the manager in the comfortable sitting area.
For a store who only sells overpriced phone, the store boasted a lot of space. Added that the manager had the store closed for Asami's personal shopping pleasure, it looked even larger.
Toru stood behind Asami as the crime lord viewed the selection of phones. Ando and Kanda stood by the door while Makoto waited in the limousine parked conspicuously at the entrance.
"Asami sama, the casing for this phone is made of solid gold with black African oak wood at the back panel. Please try it." The manager placed the phone in front of Asami.
Hardly understanding a word, Akihito took his seat next to Asami and sipped his tea. He thought the phone looked tacky but it wasn't his place to comment on Asami's preference so he remained silent. Besides, the faster Asami finishes, the sooner he can get out of the place. High class boutiques weren't his cup of tea.
"Akihito, what do you think?"
The photographer placed the dainty cup on the table and looked at the square device. "I don't know. It's yours, right? Pick something you like," he answered indifferently.
"I'd like to hear your opinion."
Akihito glanced sideways at his lover. "Really?"
Asami merely waved his hand, urging him to continue.
"The gold is –," he stopped himself. He wanted to say ugly but it was hard to be blunt when the manager's hopeful face was looking at him. He cleared his throat. "—the gold isn't suitable for you."
The crime lord smirked at the photographer before focusing his attention on the manager. "You heard Akihito, Tanabe san."
Tanabe looked so disappointed that Akihito felt sorry for the man. He excused himself with promises that he'd bring in another selection.
"Asami, that's just my opinion. You can buy it if you like it," Akihito said when the man disappeared into the back.
"I didn't like the selection either; too gaudy and distasteful."
Akihito almost forgot that Asami was a man with good taste and sense. He might own expensive items but it didn't mean that he'd buy something just because they were exclusive.
"By the way, where're Kirishima and Suoh? I haven't seen them since last night."
Asami leaned back against the sofa. "Sion."
Akihito glanced at his black suit and blue striped tie. He never liked formal clothes but Kirishima insisted that he should be more presentable while accompanying the boss to work. Asami himself wore his usual three piece suit with a dark maroon tie. Hair combed back, the crime lord looked like he was going for dinner instead of work. Then again, that was Asami's usual work attire.
"It's rare to see you without them," Akihito commented.
"They have work," the yakuza said simply.
"They have your work to do," Akihito corrected his lover. "Your subordinates are working hard and you're sitting here shopping."
Asami nudged Akihito's chin up. "That's why I'm the boss, Akihito."
"Cut –cut it out!" Akihito hissed, pushing Asami away. He looked around and was relieved that no one, aside from Toru, was close enough to witness their public display of affection.
The manager came back with the lady who served Akihito a moment ago. She brought in a tray with at least six different models and placed it on the table.
"Asami sama, these are some other collections that might suit your taste," the manager bowed before proceeding to single out two phones from the batch. He placed them in front of Asami.
Akihito listened as Manager Tanabe tried his hardest to explain the mechanics of the phone. The maker of the phone was exactly the same as the one he was using at the moment. He had to admit the phone looked sleek, edgy and it was something Asami would use.
"Asami sama, this phone has a twin," Tanabe said as he presented the other phone. "Both had diamonds on the home button and logo. The diamond on the white phone has no hue while the one of the black phone is dark grayish blue. Both are exclusively made and sold in pair."
Feeling that Asami might need a while to decide, he took his phone out and browsed through Mainichi Shimbun's website for any interesting stories.
Asami nodded, satisfied. "I'll take both."
The middle aged manager and the lady looked relieved. " Th—thank you, Asami sama."
Tanabe named an eight digit amount that made Akihito nearly dropped the phone he was holding. He resisted the urge to call his lover names, reminding himself that Asami had every right to spend his money.
"Akihito, pass me your phone," Asami said, extending his palm.
Confused, the photographer did as he was told. "Why do you need my phone?"
Ignoring the boy, Asami took the phone, then his from his coat before passing both to the manager. "Sync the data into the phones. Mine into the black and Akihito into the white."
"Certainly, Asami sama," he said, accepting both phones before disappearing to the back where the work room is.
Asami looked at the lanky guard standing behind him. "Toru, follow the manager. Make sure he doesn't stick his nose into something he doesn't belong to."
Toru bowed and went to carry out his task.
Akihito turned to face the crime lord. "Asami," he asked, his temper threading a thin line, "Did you just buy me a phone?"
"I did," Asami answered nonchalantly.
It took Akihito's entire willpower not to burst out. "Why are you getting me another phone?"
"Yours had blood stains all over," he replied simply.
"The phone is completely functional!" Akihito flipped his hands in frustration before looking at the yakuza again. "I'm not using the new phone, Asami."
Asami's golden eyes pierced at Akihito's. "Give me a reason."
Akihito's gaze rose, challenging. "I'm not your mistress; I don't need you buying me presents. Besides, it's a complete waste to dispose the previous phone. The gem itself is worth millions."
This time Asami's lips curved. "You shortchanged yourself, Akihito. You're not my mistress," he said on purpose and watched the photographer's face went crimson. "And if you're worried about the black diamond, I can always have Tanabe extract it out."
Akihito had barely enough time to recover from his embarrassment when Asami instructed Ando to inform Tanabe to have the gems extracted from the phones.
"I'm not changing my phone," he said stubbornly, looking directly at Asami. "And I won't be coax into using the new phone."
"We'll see."
Xx Business as Usual xX
Akihito learned that he never stood a chance in winning against Asami. A businessman in every aspect, Asami was forceful and assertive in getting what he wanted. Akihito's old phone had been thoroughly dissected by the time Toru emerged from the back room with the replacements. The black diamond extracted, so was the micro SD card and other components Akihito thought that could never be taken out.
In fact, the old phone looked nothing like the one he received from Asami. According to the manager, it was ready to be sent to the recycling center, with assurance that every data had been wiped out.
Akihito accepted the new phone, only because he didn't have a choice. The price for the phone was so ridiculous that he was certain he could feed the entire Shinjuku population with that amount.
Perhaps Asami did not realize why Akihito was so adamant about not changing phones. It wasn't only the price that he found ridiculous; it was the fact that he and Asami now have couple phones.
Couple phones. What are we? High-schoolers?Akihito thought as he leaned back against the seat in the limousine. He watched as Ando turned into the junction leading to Sion and suddenly remembered something.
"Uhm, Asami? Can we not get down from the main entrance?"
Asami's eyebrows rose questioningly. "Why?"
"I don't want anyone to take our photographs and blackmail me later like Yamaguchi Isseii," he blurted out before he could think. "Shit!" he cursed after realizing he had slipped.
"Blackmail?"
Idiot! Akihito cursed himself. He averted his eyes, looking at his own designer suit that Asami picked for him that morning. "I – I mean, Ishida blackmailing me when he found out about my relationship with you," he covered up poorly.
"Akihito."
Double damn. He recognized the deep, cool tone Asami was using. It was a sign that his lover was extremely displeased.
"Wh – what? I said the wrong name, that's all." He laughed nervously.
Asami said nothing. Pressing the intercom that connects him to the driver, "Ando, drive us to the basement parking. Leave us once you've parked."
"Yes sir," Ando replied, slightly confused.
They remained silent for the next five minutes until Ando had parked the car at the designated basement car park and left the car with Toru as ordered.
Asami slid his hands inside his coat and took out a pack of cigarette. Lighting the stick, he took his time to savor the first drag before turning his attention to a very nervous Akihito. "So, care to tell me what blackmail are you talking about?"
Akihito tried countering with his usual fiery self. "I told you. I said the wrong name. I wanted to say Ishida but I blurted out Yamaguchi Issei. Besides, now isn't really the time to argue about this. I didn't want to get down at the entrance because I don't want other people to find out and use it against us."
Asami tapped the excess ash on the small container in the limousine. "You'll have to do better if you want to distract me."
"I—I'm not –"
"There are two options. Either you tell me what you've been hiding from me or I can get Toru to tell me," he interrupted smoothly and took another drag of his cigarette.
As Akihito contemplated his next move, Asami spoke again, " – which reminds me, Toru did not reveal the truth about you being blackmailed in his report. Perhaps I should—"
"—No!" Akihito cut the sentence short. If Toru and Ando were punished because of his own stupidity, he could never forgive himself. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath. Then, he opened them again and met Asami's penetrating golden eyes.
"It wasn't Toru's fault. I told him not to tell."
Akihito blurted out before he could back out. He told Asami everything, from Yamaguchi's blackmail to Toru helping him with the hacking. It took him a full ten minutes to talk and after he was done, the crime lord did not say anything, choosing to smoke in silence.
"So—," Asami began, crushing the cigarette in the limousine's ashtray, "—Yamaguchi found out about us, used your brother to blackmail you into helping him to bring me down."
Akihito nodded.
"Then, it's fortunate that Toru managed to dig some useful dirt on Yamaguchi."
Strange, Akihito thought as he looked at his lover. Asami was too calm with the information. True, his eyes did narrow but it was unusual for Asami to remain so calm without showing any hints of displeasure knowing that his territory had been challenged.
"Asami," Akihito said, unsure if he should voice out his thoughts. "Did you happen to know about it before I told you?"
Asami offered his young lover nothing but a small smile.
Akihito moved to straddle the yakuza, grabbing him by his collar. "You knew! You bastard! You knew, yet you made me confess!"
Asami pried his lover's hands away, pushed the boy down on the limousine seat and caged his hands above his head. "Do you think I wouldn't have noticed?"
"Did Toru tell you?" Akihito squirmed, trying to get away.
Asami deliberated if he should tell Akihito the truth. He decided against it, knowing Akihito would never trust Toru or Ando again if he did. "He didn't have to," Asami replied, gripping the photographer's wrists tighter, keeping him steady beneath him. "You told me you went to the prison to see Shiba Masaki. All I need to do is ask him."
"Bastard, you could have told me! Then I wouldn't feel so damn guilty about hiding it from you!" Akihito said irritatingly but his shoulders already felt lighter.
Asami released the boy. "Why do you need to keep it from me?"
"That's because—," he looked away. "I just thought that I should at least learn to take care of my own business."
"That was precisely why I didn't corner you when I found out about Yamaguchi's blackmail." He pulled Akihito up and fixed the photographer's tie.
Since Akihito had never been good with ties, he let Asami fixed it into place. "Arg, I'm getting pissed just thinking about that." His eyes narrowed at the older man. "You're seriously a jerk. You forced me into accompanying you to work despite knowing what happened."
With a hint of a smile, Asami simply nudged Akihito's chin up. "Admit it, you came nonetheless to play secretarial sex with me," he said and without waiting for Akihito to respond, kissed him.
The kiss was long and hard; and by the time Asami released him, Akihito was panting slightly. He was thankful that he was still seated in the limousine or his knees wouldn't have been able to support him.
"You bas—," he started but Asami had opened the door.
"Asami sama," both Suoh and Kirishima greeted simultaneously, followed by Ando and Toru.
"How did the meeting go, Kirishima?" Asami asked as he fixed his coat.
Kirishima bowed slightly. "The other party has agreed to our present terms and conditions. They weren't happy about it but without our funds, the company is headed for bankruptcy."
Asami's lips curved. "No matter, because by any chance it is heading towards that direction, we'll purchase it at a lower price."
Kirishima pushed his spectacles up. "Indeed, sir," he replied and turned to Akihito who just managed to get out of the car after fumbling with his coat. "Takaba sama."
As they walked to the private elevator, Suoh cleared the security and together, they stepped into the car. "Sir, Hanada just called and said he got involved in an accident so he wouldn't be able to oversee the examination today."
"What exam?" Akihito asked.
It was Suoh who answered. "Examination for the guards; all guards will have to go through it to be qualified."
"And Hanada is—?"
"One of the trainers and examiners," Kirishima replied.
Akihito looked at Kirishima hopefully. "Can I see the examination?"
Suoh stared at Akihito briefly before looking at his boss for approval.
"It has been a long time since I've sit in the grading process—," he paused for a moment to glance at Suoh. "—Akihito and I will be in attendance today," Asami replied and watched Akihito's face lit up in excitement.
"Asami sama, are you grading the guards yourself?" Suoh asked, surprised with the sudden announcement.
The elevator doors opened at level fifteen where the main dojo was located. Asami stepped out, followed by Akihito and the guards.
"No," he answered, his gaze rested briefly at Toru. "Toru, you will assist Suoh in the examination process."
As Toru bowed before his employer, Akihito spotted Suoh with a rare, evil smile before replying, "This is going to be interesting."
Xx Business as Usual xX
Thirty men in karate gi froze in their spots when Asami entered the room. Obviously not expecting the big boss to show up, the recruits could only stare in shock as Asami walked in with four of his most famous guards.
Kirishima led Asami and Akihito to the end of the room where a small legless chair with table stood. It reminded Akihito of an upscale traditional Japanese restaurant. Like a feudal lord, Asami took his seat in the middle and scanned through the recruits' faces.
Akihito took the only available seat next to Asami. A stack of papers Akihito presumed to be the guards' particulars, were left on the table. Toru and Suoh disappeared into the changing room, leaving Kirishima and Ando standing guard behind them.
Most of the guards looked fidgety. Even the tougher looking ones were uneasy with Asami's presence in the dojo. A few pairs of curious eyes stole glances at their direction and Akihito almost regretted his decision to observe the examination.
Embarrassed that they've become the center of attention, Akihito focused on what Kirishima was saying. A loud gasp broke among the examinees when Suoh and Toru emerged from the room in their karate gi. Akihito knew that it wasn't Suoh but Toru's presence that elicited such response from the guards. Most likely, they were not expecting Toru to be the examiner.
From what he observed and heard, Toru was popular among the guards in Sion. Ando had once told him that many younger guards looked up to Toru as a role model as no one, not even Ando himself could acquire Toru's achievements at such a short period of time.
Funny, Akihito thought as he stared at the new guards looking up at Toru with admiration. The lanky guard was the most stoic person he had met in his entire life.
Not to mention he can be a major pain in the ass, sometimes.
Toru had great looks, Akihito had to admit. Short black hair, thin lips and angular face – he should be auditioning for movies instead of becoming a full time guard. But other than his looks and superior fighting skills, Akihito couldn't think of any other reason that contributed to his popularity.
Akihito peeped sideways at Asami. The crime lord was a league of his own. Blessed with narrow aesthetic face, golden captivating eyes and a well sculptured mouth and body, Asami was almost godlike.
"This sure brings back memories," Ando said, breaking Akihito's thoughts.
Akihito glanced backwards. "You went through the exam too?"
"Of course, all guards must go through it." Ando scratched his head. "Well, except for Toru. Kirishima san and Suoh san are pioneers who outlined the training and exams so they can't be counted either."
"I remember Suoh did a back flipped on you," Kirishima said as he poured Asami some tea.
"Kirishima san, please don't remind me about that," Ando replied, embarrassed.
"Why didn't Toru take the exam?" Akihito asked rather loudly and the entire dojo went silent, awaiting answers.
Toru stepped forward in his karate gi and bowed. "I did, Takaba sama. Only my examiner was Asami sama."
As soon as Toru finished saying that, murmurs began to break in the silent dojo. The voices gradually went louder until Suoh had to clap his hands loudly like a primary school teacher trying to control his rowdy students.
"So did you manage to take Asami down?" Akihito asked hopefully.
Toru shook his head. "Asami sama knocked me down in less than five minutes."
Again the silent dojo broke into whispers. It was as though the rumors about Asami's prowess in karate were true after all. Akihito looked sideways at his lover again and made a face.
"Damn it, now it'll take me even longer to train before I can kick your ass."
Asami leaned closer, stopping just next to Akihito's ears. "I doubt you ever will. But if by any chance you managed to do so, I'll make sure to do more than kicking yours," he whispered and watched Akihito's face flushed.
Before Akihito could reply, Suoh stepped to the middle of the room with a chart board and started explaining the different segments of the examination and grading system.
It was tough; Akihito had to admit it after Suoh finished his explanation. The thirty guards present at the dojo had already passed their written examination and were ready to move on to part two. It was mostly physical from now. If Akihito understood correctly, the guards must first pass an endurance test of fifty sit-ups and push-ups to proceed to the defense test. And if by miracle they survived the two, they would be subjected to the sparring test where they would be sparring with one another before finally, sparring with the examiner.
Honestly, Akihito didn't know if anyone could survive such hellish examination. As Suoh began to divide the guards into groups, Akihito moved closer to Asami.
"Is it always this difficult?"
Without looking at the photographer, Asami smirked. "If you're referring to the test; yes."
At Suoh's command, four guards dropped on the floor and started their 50 push-ups endurance tests. Toru stood by the side, hands folded across his chest as he watched the guards trying their best to complete their tests.
"You're a demon," Akihito commented.
Asami stared at the photographer. "I don't need incompetent subordinates. Besides, how do you think my men can catch you if it wasn't for the training?"
Defeated, Akihito kept his mouth shut and sat as far from the crime lord as possible. Apart from the occasional gasps of awe, he didn't comment further. The sparring test was the one that caught Akihito's attention the most.
An individual sparring test involved a fight between two other guards and they were equipped with mock weapons. The number of guards eligible for the final round was reduced to half, with Suoh and Toru failing one after another.
"The final round—" Suoh announced, " -is for you to spar with one of us. You can choose between myself and Toru as your partner."
Eager faces lit up at the announcement before they were replaced by worried looks. Akihito supposed he couldn't blame them since Toru and Suoh weren't easy examiners. With Asami's piercing his golden eyes scrutinizing their every move, it was no wonder the guards looked somewhat ill before the final test began.
"So, what happens to those who failed?"
Kirishima knelt down, refilled Akihito's cup with hot tea. "To be able to reach this far, the guards have already fulfilled the requirements set by Asami sama. Those who didn't manage to reach the final stage will be posted as security in Asami sama's establishments."
Akihito winced when Toru brought one examinee down in less than a minute. "I mean, is there anyone who can defeat Suoh and Toru?"
The bespectacled secretary smiled. "It's rare to find someone like that, Takaba sama. The final examination isn't to win; rather it's for us to test their skills and strength."
"Oh," Akihito mumbled and looked at Toru brought another down. "And where will these guards be posted?"
"Since these are more skillful guards, they will be sent for weapon handling and shooting practices. After that, they will be assigned to their respective positions."
Akihito sipped his tea. As if he remembered something, he placed the cup on the table again and looked at Kirishima, Ando, then at Asami.
"Does that mean the guards I've been seeing everyday are elites?"
"In order to be the boss's bodyguards, mediocre is not acceptable," Kirishima said pleasantly as he poured Asami more tea.
"And what about Toru and Ando?" Akihito asked.
This time, it was Asami who answered. "They are cream of the crop," he said, patting the boy's lap gently.
"But, why—," Akihito's question was cut short when he heard Suoh announcing that the examination was formally over and their results would be out in three days. Suoh passed the clipboard chart to Asami, explaining the details of the results before turning to thank Toru.
"Kirishima," Akihito mumbled as he watched Suoh explaining the details to Asami "—if Toru and Ando were indeed the best, shouldn't they help him in Sion rather than assigning them to me?"
"Takaba sama," Kirishima said, kneeling beside him. "—Asami sama placed Toru and Ando with you because he viewed you as someone of importance."
Akihito's heart fluttered slightly at Kirishima's explanation. Listening to Kirishima only made him felt guilty. He knew he had caused both Asami and his guards many unwanted problems. Asami had not only trained his best men to keep him safe, he also protected him countless times.
As Asami stood up, buttoning his coat, Akihito stared at his lover. He hated knowing that he had only been on the receiving side so far, hated the fact that Asami had to hire Ando and Toru to be his bodyguards just because he was too idiotic to take care of himself. Most of all, he hated having the feeling of owing a huge favor to the older man.
Akihito stood up, followed Asami out of the dojo. Ignoring the fact that the guards were bowing before him, Akihito continued to ponder his options.
What was the one thing the bastard wanted? Akihito thought and immediately realized the answer. For bastards like Asami, there could only mean one thing.
SEX.
Xx Business as Usual xX
For one whole hour, he thought of how to repay Asami with sex in his office. It wasn't usually that difficult since he spent most of his time in his lover's office but today, Asami informed that he would be tied with several meetings and requested Akihito to see to his own affairs.
Akihito didn't have a chance asking what sort of affairs. Toru whisked him out when the door to the elevator opened one floor below Asami's office. There was an office on the left. The huge room had a black signage with silver lettering on the top that read Secretarial Department. Fearing the worse, he looked to his right and felt his temper flared.
Located in the middle of the huge oak door, a black signage with gold lettering bearing his name plastered at eye level.
Akihito turned to Toru. "I have my own office?"
Toru's stoic expression remained. "Yes, Takaba sama. This is your office in Sion."
The photographer flipped his hand in the air in frustration. "What the hell is the bastard thinking?"
"Considering a man with your wealth, stature and business interests, it natural to have your own office," Toru said as he led the way.
"Stop talking like Kirishima," Akihito said rather sulkily as he followed his guard into the office.
The room was smaller compared to Asami's, but the furniture and style were almost identical to the older man's taste. Tastefully decorated, the office even boasted a few art whose names Akihito couldn't even pronounce. The office looked bright, largely thanks to the generous sunlight from huge window panels next to his table.
As much as he hated to admit it, Akihito liked his office.
"Did Asami decorate this place?"
Toru pressed a few buttons on the intercom of his phone before looking at Akihito. "I am not certain, Takaba sama."
Akihito sat on the large swivel chair, approving its comfort. He was wondering what he should do when a young man rushed in with a stack of documents. Akihito recognized him as his personal assistant, Ogawa, a bespectacled man who shared similar traits with Kirishima.
"Takaba sama," Ogawa bowed. "I have with me all the documents that needed your immediate attention."
He looked at the huge pile of documents and groaned. "I need to go through that?"
Ogawa placed the pile on his table, earning a loud thud. Pushing his spectacles up, he smirked in a devilish fashion similar to Kirishima's. "Rest assured, Takaba sama. I will assist you."
The photographer looked at Ogawa, then back at his pile of documents.
Damn it, it's going to be a long day.
Xx Business as Usual xX
Ogawa certainly proved himself as Kirishima's protégé, only he was far more annoying. Persistent in pushing his ideas across, Akihito was pressured into signing documents after documents; all which Ogawa claimed to be in Akihito's best interests.
"Marukoshi Tokyo branch registered its third consecutive deficit. I have already drafted a dismissal letter for the manager, Suzuki Kenta for his inefficiency." Ogawa placed a paper on Akihito's table. "If you could sign here, I'll have this process immediately and—"
"Hold it," Akihito raised his hand. "What do you mean firing Suzuki san?"
Ogawa pushed his spectacles up. "Suzuki's incompetence cannot be taken lightly, sir. He has to be held responsible for the losses incurred."
Of all the managers of his stores, Akihito actually remembered Suzuki Kenta the most. A middle aged man, he had a face and personality pleasant enough for Akihito to actually like him.
"I'm not firing Suzuki san," Akihito said, pushing the paper across the table to his secretary.
Ogawa pushed the paper to Akihito again. "Sir, this is for the best. We cannot tolerate incompetent managers."
"I'm not signing the dismissal letter," the photographer reiterated.
"Takaba sama, you have to act in the interest of your business establishments," Ogawa said, taking a step forward. "Retaining Suzuki Kenta would only bring more destruction to Marukoshi. I insist that you sign the letter."
Akihito opened his mouth to retort but Toru interjected. "Ogawa san, you are overstepping your boundaries. You do not have the right to coerce Takaba sama into signing anything he doesn't wish to."
Ogawa's impatient eyes rose to meet Toru. "I believe I'm Takaba sama's secretary. It is my duty to assist him while you—"Ogawa smirked, "—are merely his bodyguard."
Temper threading thin, Akihito stood up. "Don't insult Toru," he warned. "And regardless what you say, I'm not signing it."
Frustrated, Ogawa tried moving round the table towards Akihito but Toru stepped in front, blocking him from moving forward.
"Maintain your distance, Ogawa san," Toru warned, his voice cool and calm.
"I need to speak to Takaba sama," Ogawa gritted his teeth as he tried to reach out his hand to Akihito.
Toru caught his hand and pushed Ogawa away. "Do not touch Takaba sama. Another time, I will have to use force."
"Stop it!" Akihito shouted, standing up and the door immediately burst open. Ando came rushing in with a gun in his hands.
"Takaba sama, Toru san, anything wrong?" Ando asked, confused.
Ogawa was smart enough not to retaliate. Moving back, he gathered his files, "I shall speak with Asami sama personally about the matter." Ogawa turned and left the room.
"What the hell is wrong with him?" Ando asked as he kept his gun.
Before Toru could explain, Akihito grabbed the dismissal letter. "I'm not letting Asami fire Suzuki san." He moved out of his office, leaving a very confused Ando behind.
Xx Business as Usual xX
Akihito swiped his access card to Asami's private elevator, punching the button which he knew would lead him to Asami's office.
The foyer leading to his office was empty, which was a surprise since Asami's loyal subject; Suoh would usually be guarding the front door. Without an invitation, he pushed the door open and strode inside confidently, assuming Asami and Kirishima to be inside the office.
And he was wrong. There were at least five other employees sitting in the sitting area, all presenting their report to Asami who sat in a single-seater couch. His rather rude intrusion had the meeting disrupted and all eyes stared at his direction.
"Ah— I— I'm sorry," Akihito said, taking a step backwards.
"Akihito," the deep voice called.
Akihito halted, looking at Asami. He half expected the crime lord to be pissed for barging in but surprisingly, Asami looked amused.
"Come here."
Not knowing how to react, the photographer obeyed. Slowly, he moved to the sitting area, taking his seat in an empty space across Asami.
Asami turned back to his subordinates. "We'll proceed as planned. Send me the report after everything has been finalized." He flipped the folder shut and passed it back to an older man in his forties. "We'll end here."
"But Asami sama, we still need to discuss—" the man stopped when he realized Asami's eyes pierced at his. Trembling slightly, the man bowed. "A—as you wish, Asami sama," he stuttered and stood up.
Bowing before Asami, they turned to leave the room with Kirishima.
"What's the matter?"
Snapping himself back to attention, Akihito replied, "You're quite a tyrant. I'm not surprised if your subordinates have nightmares after talking to you."
Asami stood up, moved back to his seat behind the desk. "I shall take that as a compliment," he said as he removed his main coat.
"I didn't mean it to be one," Akihito said rather sarcastically.
"Did you finish your work?"
Remembering his initial objectives, Akihito strode towards Asami's desk, placing both palms on the desk as he stared straight into his lover's eyes.
"I'm not firing Suzuki Kenta."
The infamous eyebrow rose. "What are you talking about?"
Akihito sat on the visitor's chair in front of Asami. "I'm talking about the manager of Marukoshi. Ogawa was persistent in asking me to dismiss Suzuki san because Marukoshi wasn't performing for the past three months."
"You're the boss, Akihito. You call the shots," Asami reminded.
Akihito made a face. "Ogawa insisted even though I said no," he said leaning forward slightly. "And Toru was overreacting when Ogawa tried to come round the desk. He actually threatened to use force if Ogawa moved any nearer to me. What am I? A porcelain doll?" Akihito huffed.
"Did he really?" Asami's voice went one tone deeper but Akihito was too oblivious to notice.
"So, he was saying that he'll be speaking with you about the matter," the photographer said before finally looking at Asami. "—and I'm here telling you that I don't care about his reasons but I'm not dismissing Suzuki Kenta. Not for something like that."
"Consecutive drop in sales would mean the company is incurring losses every month. If this continues, the company can no longer sustain," Asami pointed out.
Guilt crept in. "Yeah—I mean, even I don't want Marukoshi to go bankrupt for real. I'm lousy when it comes to business but I don't want to dismiss Suzuki san. The sales will grow if we give Suzuki san more time."
The crime lord rested his elbows on his desk. "And you base your assumptions on –" he trailed off, waited for Akihito to answer.
The photographer flashed his eyes at Asami. "A photographer's instinct."
As Asami's lips curved, Akihito realized he must have looked like an idiot. Even he realized how absurd his explanation sounded. But he wasn't about to back down.
"Look, I admit I'm inexperience when it comes to business but –,"
"Akihito."
"Wh—what?" he asked cautiously.
Asami smirked. "I believed I told you the last time you were here. You can run the company as you like."
Akihito's hazel eyes widened. "You're not kidding? I thought you were just saying it."
"I don't say these things for leisure and –"
The photographer held his hand forward, stopping Asami from continuing. "Wait, you meant to say that you bought me shitload of business interests worth millions for me to play about?"
"If you want to put it that way; yes."
Akihito's jaw dropped. "Do you have a few screws loose in your head?"
"If it makes you feel any better, the businesses I bought under your name are investments. If the profit is good, it benefits both of us. Call it a win-win situation, Akihito."
Akihito looked away. "But to do so much for someone like me –," he stopped and bit his lips. The photographer remained silent, suddenly being reminded of the earlier events during the guards' examination.
He knew Toru and Ando were hired to keep him safe but he didn't expect them to be the best. According to Kirishima, Toru was so good that the secretary would have taken him as his protégé if it wasn't for Akihito.
Akihito realized Asami had been doing a lot for him. Hell, he thought he was lucky all these while but without Asami's help, he wouldn't have gotten out of his sticky situations. Then there were the heaps of presents and properties that Asami bought for him. Granted, he didn't ask for it but that didn't stop him from feeling slightly guilty.
Repaying Asami was never an easy task. Buying presents were usually difficult so Akihito avoided that option as much as he could. Besides, Asami had expensive taste and they did not go anywhere near Akihito's pay grade.
It's time to carry out the plan. Akihito thought and stood up.
His hand automatically reached out to the desk to support his weak knees. He felt Asami's curious gaze fixed on him as he tried to calm his erratic heartbeat. He wished he had the aphrodisiac drug he took a year back. That could help boost his confidence and cure his awkwardness.
Plucking his courage, he walked round Asami's desk. The older man had removed the main coat, leaving only his white shirt, tie and black vest. A lock fell from Asami's perfectly combed hair, covering part of his intense golden eyes.
God, he's as sexy as hell.
Akihito licked his lips as moved closer. His own dress pants tightened as he thought of what was about to take place in the office.
As if he anticipated Akihito's movements, Asami removed the gun from his shoulder holster and placed it on the table. Swirling his leather seat to the side, he waited.
Akihito pulled his tie free; let the silky garment fell onto the floor as he moved his way slowly to the older man.
"Leave the white shirt on and take the rest off," Asami commanded and watched Akihito shed his blazer before throwing it aside.
Akihito's cheeks burned but he stayed focus and proceeded to unbutton his white shirt, popping one button at a time. Surprisingly, he didn't fumble with the buttons like he always did. Moving to his belt, he removed his pants and printed boxers with unsteady hands, allowing the pants to form a puddle beneath him before stepping out of the garment.
The length of Akihito's white shirt reached half his ass, and the fabric brushed against his hardened cock as he walked slowly to Asami. His cheeks burned from the mortification of his own actions yet he showed no indications that he wanted to stop. Perhaps he should –
Fuck it, he told himself. He was too aroused to care to be thinking.
"Come here."
The hoarseness of Asami's voice suggested that the crime lord was probably as aroused as he was. Moving between Asami's legs, Akihito waited. As the older man reached out to caress Akihito's leaking cock, Akihito surprised his lover by pushing his hands away.
He watched Asami's brows rose questioningly before settling back against his leather seat, smirking. Throwing away pride and embarrassment, he knelt before Asami and took a long deep breath.
With trembling hands, he reached out at Asami, tugging at his leather belt. Slowly, Akihito unzipped Asami's pants and found himself staring at his lover's black boxers. The photographer unbuttoned the single button in the middle of the boxers, silently thanking the designer for the ingenious design.
The cock jutted free from the cages of the tight boxers and Akihito quickly took the length into his hand. He heard Asami's voice hitched as he caressed the cock and it gave him some sort of weird satisfaction to know Asami were responding to his touches.
"Akihito, pleasure me."
Kneeling down, Akihito took Asami's cock in his hand again, pumped his a few more times before engulfing him in his mouth.
Xx Business as Usual xX
Asami muttered something incoherent as he tipped his head back, clearly enjoying the pleasure.
He had to admit that he didn't see this coming. Akihito wasn't usually this forward unless he was intoxicated or drugged. He wondered what went into Akihito's head when he stood up from his seat and started peeling off his clothes. Not that he was complaining.
Placing his hand on Akihito's hair, Asami resisted the urge to yank Akihito up and pushed him to the desk so he could bury himself deep inside him.
Patience, he told himself and the rewards would be twice as rewarding.
He watched Akihito pleasure him, watched his cock appear and disappear into the boy's mouth. Akihito's cheeks had turned slightly crimson as he tried his best to take in the entire length into his mouth. He took in nearly half before pulling back to avoid gagging.
Akihito had been trained according to Asami's preference and he knew exactly what to do. The boy focused on the head, flicking his tongue on the tip of his cock before sucking the crown gently. Then, he stroke the length, taking it in and out in a speed that made Asami almost lose control.
Asami fisted Akihito's hair and slowly thrust upwards, moving rhythmically to match Akihito. His young lover teased him further by grabbing the base of his cock in a single hand while the other went to the balls, massaging them.
That was all Asami could stand. Closing his eyes, he tightened his grip on Akihito's hair and continued to thrust harder. It didn't take him long before he released himself in Akihito's mouth.
Obviously not expecting the release so soon, Akihito pulled back, causing the cum to splatter on his face. He quickly took the cock in his mouth again, tried to take in as much as he could, bathing him until it was over.
"Stand up," Asami commanded.
Akihito obeyed but since he had been kneeling for some time, his knees went weak and nearly stumbled. Asami steadied him and nudged the boy's thighs apart slightly with his leg.
Asami pushed two fingers at Akihito's mouth and the boy dutifully suck them, coating the fingers with saliva and cum. He removed his fingers, and trailed the wet digits pass Akihito's torso, making his way to Akihito's twitching hole. Aroused and still loose from the morning's love making, the fingers slid in with ease.
The boy moaned shamelessly and Asami's cock sprang back to life. Not wanting Akihito to come so soon, Asami kept his foreplay to a minimum. He teased Akiihito to the point he was begging before withdrawing it.
"Straddle me Akihito."
Like a dutiful lover, Akihito climbed on Asami's leather chair. The chair wasn't exactly comfortable but it provided just enough space for Akihito to rest his knees. Brushing the cum on his face with his fingers, Akihito coated his lover's cock, using it as extra lubricant.
The photographer had no idea how much that actually turned Asami on. Feeling impatient, Asami guided Akihito, lowering him to his hardened cock.
The crown pushed past Akihito's puckered hole easily but since Asami was rather large, the boy took his time impaling on Asami completely. When he finally succeeded, he moved slowly, trying to get used to Asami's length inside him. Gradually, Akihito increased his speed, taking Asami completely inside him.
Akihito was beautiful. The white shirt he told Akihito to wear had slipped past his shoulders and it played peek-a-boo with Akihito's nipples as the boy rode him. Cheeks flushed, eyes closed and mouth parted slightly – Asami thought he never seen a more erotic Akihito than he had now.
Closing a hand around Akihito's leaking cock; he pumped the organ, knowing how much his young lover liked it. True enough, the boy let out a delicious moan.
Akihito was closed, he could see from Akihito's quickened pace. A few more thrusts was all it would take for the boy to reach his orgasm.
Asami would have missed it if he wasn't sitting on his chair facing the main entrance. The door and hinges were made of the finest quality so it doesn't creak when open but the door knob let out a subtle click when it was turned.
Wrapping an arm around Akihito's waist, he stopped the boy from moving. His dominant hand reached out to the gun on his table and pointed at the door, just as Ogawa rushed into the room.
"Asami sama, there is something I must speak –," he stopped when he realized what was taking place.
"Who told you to come in?" Asami growled.
Akihito stiffened at the voice but didn't dare to turn around. He remained straddling Asami; his hands clung behind his lover's neck as he struggled to remain calm.
In front of him, Ogawa dropped the stack of folders he was holding and raised his hands up when he noticed Asami's gun pointed at his direction.
"I – I'm sorry, Asami sama!"
The commotion had the guards rushing into the office. Taking one look at the situation, Suoh and Toru immediately dragged a shell-shocked Ogawa out.
"I apologize for the intrusion, sir," Kirishima bowed before quickly going out of the room.
Placing the gun back on the table, he licked the nape of Akihito's neck and whispered. "Shall we continue?"
Akihito shook his head. "It kinda kills the mood."
Asami could see the photographer's point. His cock had gone limp, his skin no longer flushed. Akihito removed himself from Asami, intending to head to the bathroom when Asami caught him. Expertly, he pushed Akihito on the expensive oak table, spreading him. Rolling his chair nearer, he watched his young lover bit his lips in anticipation of what was about to happen next.
"Perhaps this will bring the mood back."
He took Akihito in his mouth then; pleasuring him the ways Asami knew would make the boy go wild. Sure enough, Akihito's hazel eyes went darker before they completely shut as Asami worked to bring him to climax.
Akihito never lasted long. Hands rested on Asami's perfectly combed hair, the photographer's hips bucked, his back arched as he came in Asami's mouth. Asami sucked on Akihito's cock even after it was over, milking him until the last drop before releasing him.
"That was fast."
The hazel eyes flashed open in anger. "You bastard!"
Asami smirked. Good, he thought. He always preferred a fiery Akihito. He stood up, yanked the boy to him and guided him to the huge glass windows. With Akihito's face facing the wall and hands spread wide on the glass window, Asami nudged Akihito's legs apart and eased his own throbbing cock into Akihito.
"Ah—Asami! People can see!" Akihito protested.
"This makes it more exciting," he replied, sneaking a hand to the front to pinch Akihito's nipples.
The walls inside Akihito tightened and Asami groaned. "You feel so good, Akihito."
"You pervert!" Akihito bit his lip as Asami began to move faster. "You might as well let Ogawa see if you intend to do a free show for the entire Tokyo."
Asami thrust harder, causing the boy to yelp. "You're really an idiot, Akihito. The glass is tinted so people from outside cannot see us. And –," he halted, pulling himself away from Akihito and flipped the boy around.
He pushed the boy back to the glass, slid his hand under Akihito's knee to hook a leg over his waist. Asami positioned himself and slid his cock into Akihito again.
"Oh god!" Akihito moaned.
"I told you that I don't share and I'll gouge Ogawa's eyes out if he saw anything," he said.
Akihito didn't reply, too drowned in ecstasy. Hands hooked around Asami's neck for support, he moaned shamelessly as Asami continued slamming into him.
Asami felt his cock tightened and he knew he was near. Giving the boy a few hard thrusts, he felt the organ twitched and finally released inside Akihito. He maintained standing for a while, savoring his climax before pulling away. His well spent lover slumped onto him immediately after he withdrew. He caught Akihito; juggling him in his arms, he activated the device that would open his office's private quarters
He wiped Akihito clean, then himself before dressing. His expression turned grim when he sat on his chair. Pushing a button on his intercom that linked to Kirishima's office, Asami waited no more than two rings before his secretary answered.
"Asami sama."
"Bring Ogawa to my office."
Xx Business as Usual xX
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Suoh barked at a trembling Ogawa.
Suoh literally dragged a shaken Ogawa back to Kirishima's office after his untimely intrusion in the boss's office. Ando was ordered to stand guard in front of Asami's office to avoid further interruptions that would encourage the crime lord to use the semi-automatic gun.
The young secretary sat in the sitting area, surrounded by Suoh, Toru and Kirishima. Toru had his hands behind his back while Kirishima crossed his across his chest.
Suoh pulled Ogawa up by yanking his tie. "You entered the boss's office without Kirishima's approval," he barked before pushing the man back to the couch.
"I – I have urgent business with Asami sama," Ogawa defended, pushing his spectacles up. A few short locks of his side combed hair fell to the front and he pushed it away.
Suoh was about to reply Ogawa's defensive remark when Kirishima held his hand up to stop him.
"What urgent business do you have with Asami sama that you couldn't wait for my approval?" Kirishima asked.
Ogawa's eyes averted to the side. "It's – it's about Suzuki Kenta's dismissal."
Kirishima pinched the bridge of his nose. "You barged into the room just for that?" He narrowed his eyes at Ogawa. "I heard what happened from Toru in Takaba sama's office. Do you know what sort of situation you're in at the moment?"
"Wh—what?" the junior secretary asked hesitantly.
It was Suoh who answered. "First, you forced the young boss into doing what he didn't want to."
"Second, you tried to move round the table to Takaba sama," Kirishima added.
Toru stepped in. "And third, you barged into Asami sama's office when he was preoccupied with Takaba sama."
Ogawa blushed at Toru's remark, clearly understood what the guard meant by preoccupied. "I didn't know they were—" he halted.
"How much did you see?" Kirishima asked bluntly.
"Nothing much," Ogawa lied.
"Do you want a bullet in your head?" Suoh barked.
Ogawa couldn't shake his head fast enough.
"The boss will know if you lie," Kirishima said, locking his gaze with Ogawa's terrified eyes. "You best be honest."
Ogawa kept his face down.
"You don't have to tell us if you don't want to, Ogawa san," Toru added, standing up. "But, I advise you to be truthful in front of Asami sama."
Ogawa nodded slowly.
Kirishima stood up to his desk and rearranged a few pieces of papers that were inappropriately placed on his table. "Ogawa kun, I trained you personally, so you must understand that I feel extremely disappointed with you at the moment."
Not expecting the harsh comment, Ogawa's face fell. "Kirishima san, I—"
His words were once again halted when Kirishima's intercom beeped. "It's the boss," he said and picked up the phone.
"Asami sama," he greeted and went silent. "Understood, we'll be on our way," he replied finally before replacing the phone.
He scanned his colleagues in his room, his expression went serious. "Asami sama ordered us to bring Ogawa to his office now."
Ogawa couldn't stop trembling as Toru and Suoh led him to Asami's office.
Xx Business as Usual xX
The first thing Kirishima noted was Asami's rather foul mood when they entered the room. Akihito was nowhere to be seen, presumably sleeping in Asami's private quarters adjacent to his office.
Asami had fixed his clothes and had even worn his coat. The documents were on the table and with exception of Asami's gun resting next to his new phone, there was no indication anything took place earlier on the table.
Kirishima bowed before his employer, prompted the rest to do the same. He went round the desk and took his usual spot behind Asami while Toru and Suod stood by the side, leaving Ogawa alone in the middle of the room.
"Kirishima."
The bespectacled secretary worked with his boss long enough to understand the single command. He went to the bar, poured a glass of strong liquor and brought it to Asami. He lit his boss's cigarette and waited.
"Ogawa kun," Asami began and the guards froze at the cool tone. "How long have you worked for Sion?"
"A - about 18 months, sir," Ogawa answered, looking at his own feet.
"And during the 18 months, I understand it was Kirishima who trained you."
"Yes – yes sir."
"And did Kirishima train you to come into my office uninvited?"
The flat, monotonous voice actually made Ogawa shiver. "No."
Asami inhaled his Dunhill cigarette and crushed the stub in the ashtray. He took his gun, inspected the magnum. "So, why don't you start explaining to me what happened earlier?"
The sight of the gun sent chills down Ogawa spine. He opened his mouth to speak but he was so afraid that nothing but a throaty sound came out.
"I'm an impatient man Ogawa kun, so I suggest you speak now," he drawled, pushing the magnum back in place. "—and think carefully before you do."
Ogawa immediately straightened his body. "Asami sama, I didn't mean to barge in but I had something of immediate importance to speak with you."
Asami narrowed his eyes. "If you're referring to Suzuki Kenta's dismissal, I have already heard from Akihito." Asami shifted his focus to Toru. "And since I've heard from Akihito, I'd like to hear from you."
Toru bowed, moving to the center. Hands behind his back, the guard reported the events that took place earlier in Akihito's office. Kirishima noted Asami's satisfied looks when Toru finished his report, an indication that the guard's statements matched Akihito's explanations. Asami waived his hands when Toru finished and the lanky guard stepped back to the side.
"Sir, I assure you I am thinking on Takaba sama's interests. Suzuki Kenta's performance has been –"
"Ogawa kun," Asami interrupted harshly. "My concern has never been the dismissal of Suzuki Kenta. What I am dissatisfied about is your insolence towards your employer."
"Asami sama, I am merely trying to get Takaba sama to see my point of view," Ogawa braved himself to speak. "Didn't you tell me the last time –" His voice quivered when he noticed Asami toying with his gun. "—that people are merely commodities and we should get rid of them when their services are no longer needed?"
"Indeed I did," Asami said in a rather pleasant voice, a tone that Kirishima knew his boss's temper was threading a very thin line.
Ogawa who did not seem to understand the situation he was in, perked up when Asami agreed to his explanation. "That's right, Asami sama. I –,"
"Do not forget your place, Ogawa kun." Asami interrupted, his voice ice cool.
Suoh stepped forward and kicked Ogawa at the back of his knees. Grabbing a fistful of Ogawa's hair, he yanked it up roughly. "Speak only when you're spoken to," he snarled before releasing the secretary.
Never been subjected to such roughness, Ogawa started sobbing.
Asami stood up, walked round his desk to where Ogawa was kneeling and pointed his gun at the junior secretary. "Don't forget, you're also a commodity to me. But at the moment, instead of a precious commodity, you've just become damaged goods."
"I – I'm sorry Asami sama. Please forgive me!"
"How much did you see?"
"H—hai?" Ogawa looked up from his tear stricken face, confused with the question.
"When you walked into my office just now, how much of Akihito did you see?"
Ogawa raised his hands as a defensive gesture and blabbed. "I swear, Asami sama. I didn't see anything!"
Asami released the safety catch. "Did I tell you that I absolutely hate it when people lie to me? Unless you are blind, Ogawa kun; which I am certain you aren't; you should have seen something."
Asami traced the gun below Ogawa's neck, stopping there. "I won't ask again. How much did you see?"
Ogawa couldn't speak soon enough. "I only saw Takaba sama's shoulders! His back was facing me and most of it was covered with his white shirt so I managed to only see his shoulders!" He almost screamed the word out as he placed his head on the carpeted floor, sobbing. "Please, Asami sama, I swear I saw nothing else! Not even Takaba sama's face!"
"Very well," Asami answered, keeping his gun. "I shall take your word for it."
Ogawa looked up. "Th – thank you, sir!"
"Another thing, Ogawa kun," he continued. "Toru has been given green light to use force and weapon as means to protect Akihito from harm. An intelligent person such as yourself, I gather you know what it means?"
The junior secretary's eyes darted at Toru, then back at Asami again. "Y—yes Asami sama."
Pleased, Asami sat on his seat again. "Suoh, escort Ogawa out of Sion and ban him from stepping his foot into the company henceforth."
"Asami sama! Please don't fire me, please give me another chance!" Ogawa pleaded as the bulky guard came forward to pull Ogawa to his feet.
His pleas were thoroughly ignored by Asami but as Suoh dragged the sobbing secretary out, the room adjacent to the office slid open gracefully and out walked Akihito in his bathrobe. "What is going on?"
"Awake, Akihito?" Asami asked casually before waving his hand at Suoh, ordering him to drag Ogawa out.
Even in his half-awake state, Akihito deciphered the situation quickly enough. Striding towards Suoh, he faced the bulky guard. "Let him go."
When Suoh made no attempts to obey Akihito's orders, the photographer went straight to Asami. "What the hell are you going to do to him?"
Asami ordered Suoh to release Ogawa. The secretary fell to his knees and crawled towards Akihito. "Takaba sama, please I'm sorry. Don't fire me. Give me a second chance!"
Toru stepped in front of Akihito. "Maintain your distance, Ogawa san."
Having been warned earlier, Ogawa was smart enough not to retaliate against Toru's commands. He remained kneeling a few feet away from Akihito and waited.
"Huh, what are you talking about?" Akihito asked confused.
When Ogawa didn't answer, the photographer turned to his lover. "Are you firing him?"
"Yes."
Akihito didn't miss the cool flat tone that Asami used. He could have thrown his usual charade and demand Asami not to fire Ogawa but he learned long time ago that it was futile using that on Asami when he was displeased. The crime lord wouldn't acquiesce to his request, especially not after what Ogawa had done.
Remembering the incident thirty minutes ago still made Akihito blush and he forcefully pushed the embarrassing thoughts away. Still clad in his robe, Akihito turn to meet his lover's gaze.
"Asami, you said just now that I'm free to do as I please right?" he asked, his tone neutral.
The curve on Asami's lips indicated he was already winning. "Indeed I did."
"Then leave Ogawa to me." Akihito took a step nearer. "I'll handle him."
Asami remained silent at the request. Finally after an uncomfortable silence, he said. "I'll take that as a request. I'll put it on your tab."
Akihito had won the round but it wasn't a complete victory. The bastard never missed any chances in taking advantage of the situation. "Fine," he said finally.
Asami waved his hands and the guards immediately moved back to their positions, leaving a still sobbing Ogawa on the floor.
Tightening the belt of his bathrobe, Akihito crouched in front of Ogawa, grinning. "That's why I said everyone deserves a second chance, right?" He offered a hand and pulled the secretary up on his feet. "Just as I'm not dismissing Suzuki Kenta, I'm not firing you too."
"Th—thank you, Takaba sama!" Ogawa stuttered, bowing as he spoke. "Thank you Asami sama!"
Asami secured his gun in his shoulder holster. "Consider yourself fortunate that you were given a second chance Ogawa kun, because the next time, you won't be that lucky.
"Y – Y—yes!" Ogawa bowed and couldn't leave the room soon enough.
Xx Business as Usual xX
"I'm seriously tired," Akihito complained the minute the door to the limousine closed. He massaged his own shoulders before leaning against the back seat. "I felt like I've run a five kilometer marathon. It was worse than an all-night stake out."
Asami ordered Suoh to chauffer them to the restaurant before engaging the privacy screens. "You lacked stamina, Akihito."
Akihito's eyes narrowed into slits as he looked at a very smug Asami. "If you mean the sex, don't think you'll be getting it all the time. I'm done with secretarial sex."
"Your memory is failing you Akihito. If you recalled properly, you came to me," Asami pointed out and watched Akihito's cheeks heat up.
Akihito immediately looked out the window, obviously mortified by his own behavior in Asami's office. "That – that was sorta a thank you present."
Asami's eyebrows rose. "Thank you present for –?"
The blush on the photographer's cheeks deepened. "For everything. I know you went through a lot of trouble for me."
The last few words were nothing more than a murmur but Asami heard all the same. Akihito was never good with expressing himself and when he did, he was usually beyond embarrassed.
It had been so long since he last witnessed a very forward Akihito. Although the boy seduced him a few times before, he was mostly under the influence of drug or alcohol. To have Akihito sober while doing that was both exhilarating and arousing.
And he needed to have Akihito again. Feeling that they might take a while, Asami pressed the intercom linking to the drivers' section and ordered Suoh to drive around for an hour before heading to the restaurant.
After instructing his subordinates, Asami turned to the boy. Akihito's ears had turned red from embarrassment. He tried hiding by muttering something incomprehensible but under Asami's intense stares, Akihito grew redder by the second.
Enjoying his young lover's reaction immensely, Asami caught hold of Akihito and pulled him to his lap. With Akihito's back rested against his torso, Asami tugged at his shirt, sliding his hands into Akihito when he successfully found an opening. He licked the nape of Akihito's neck, felt the boy trembled slightly as he moaned softly under his masterful touch.
"Asami – stop – I can't – ah!" Akihito's breath thickens when Asami pinched Akihito's nipples gently.
"I enjoyed the present, Akihito," Asami murmured as he continued to caress the boy's skin.
"Then, why are you still –hnn," Akihito halted when Asami kissed him.
"Because I'm still not sated," the crime lord said bluntly, all the while unbuckling Akihito's belt.
Akihito's voice hitched when Asami wrapped his hands around the boy's leaking cock. "You pervert!"
"You enjoyed it right?"
Akihito blushed. "Bastard, I only did because you liked it!"
Asami reversed positions, pushing the boy down on the spacious limousine seat. He stripped the boy efficiently, skimmed his hands up Akihito's thighs before slipping a finger inside him. Still moist from the previous session, Akihito moaned.
"You did it because you love me."
The crime lord watched his lover blushed; his eyes squeezed shut from embarrassment as he answered softly. "Yeah."
Satisfied, he spread the boy and thrust home.
Bringing Akihito to work was the right thing to do.
Xx OMAKE xX
Ogawa couldn't stop shaking. After nearly losing his job and life in Asami's office, he scrambled back to his office, ignoring questioning looks from his nosy subordinates. He usually felt calm in his office, finding the place therapeutic to work but now, the cozy space he called his sanctuary had lost all its warmth.
The door knocked and Ogawa nearly fell from his seat.
"Who – who is it?"
The door opened and Asami's top four guards stood by his door.
Thinking that Asami had changed his mind about sparing him, he begged. "Ple—please forgive me."
"What are you talking about?" Kirishima walked inside the room, followed by Suoh, Ando and Toru.
"Drink this, you'll feel better," Kirishima said, pushing a mug of hot chocolate to Ogawa's hands.
"Thanks," Ogawa mumbled as he accepted the drink from the secretary. He cradled the mug with his hands and sat on the couch in the sitting area.
Kirishima and Suoh took their seats while Toru and Ando remained standing.
"Did –," Ogawa gulped "—did Asami sama ask you to throw me out of Sion?"
"No, didn't you hear what Takaba sama said just now? He said he's not firing you," Kirishima said.
"But –"
"Takaba sama gave you his word," Toru reminded Ogawa.
The junior secretary scanned the guards' faces. "But it's Asami sama who called the shots, right?"
"The boss rarely interferes with Takaba sama's decisions."
Ogawa looked somewhat relieved with Toru's explanation. He sipped the hot chocolate before placing the mug on the table. "I apologize for my behavior just now," he mumbled.
"You all right, Ogawa? I didn't hit you too hard just now, did I?" Suoh asked.
Ogawa shook his head.
The bulky guard leaned against the seat, crossed his arms across his broad chest. "I don't know if you're brave or just plain stupid. Disrespectful towards the young boss, barging in Asami sama's office and interrupting Asami sama when he was talking – do you have a death wish?"
Remembering his folly in Asami's office just now, Ogawa looked down. "I've learned my lesson, Suoh san."
"You are an incredibly lucky man, Ogawa kun," Kirishima added. "If Takaba sama didn't come out from Asami sama's private quarters just now, you would have lost your job or worse; life."
"I'm aware of that, Kirishima san." The junior secretary looked up at Toru. "I apologize for my rudeness in Takaba sama's office, Toru san."
The lanky guard remained stoic. "It was nothing. I was merely doing my job." He rested his gaze at Ogawa. "The one you should be apologizing to is Takaba sama."
Ando walked behind Ogawa and placed a hand on his shoulder. "And make sure you thank Takaba sama for giving you a second chance."
Again, Ogawa merely nodded. He looked up after a while, scanning the guards. "How can you remain so calm in front of Asami sama?" he asked to no one in particular.
"Suoh and I have been with Asami sama for a long time. We are familiar with Asami sama's needs." Kirishima smiled, looking at Toru.
The lanky guard took it as his cue to answer. "Ando and I are in charge of Takaba sama so we spend most of our time with him." He slid his hands into his pocket. "But in my personal opinion, Asami sama isn't a difficult boss to serve."
"Only you can say that, Toru san," Ando interjected before looking at Ogawa. "Toru is a league of his own since Asami sama thinks highly of him."
When Ogawa's jaw dropped, Ando grinned. "Toru is exceptional. In my case, it was nerve wracking at first but I learned from the best." He looked at his partner.
"One advice, kid," Suoh rested his elbows on his knees. "Learn to keep your mouth shut. Talk when you're asked to. That'll save you from trouble."
Kirishima gave Ogawa a friendly smack on his arm. "Suoh's harsh but he's right. Don't overstep your boundaries."
Ogawa nodded his head. "I understand." He looked up at the secretary. " Kirishima san, I know I've disappointed you but will you give me a second chance?" He stood up, bowed. "Please continue to train me."
"You're young and ambitious, Ogawa. A little rash sometimes but you have all the qualities as a secretary." Kirishima offered his hand. "I'll continue training you so as long as you don't repeat your mistakes."
Ogawa took Kirishima's hand gratefully. "Thank you, sir!" He bowed again. "I will make sure that I –,"
His sentence was cut short when Suoh's phone beeped, signaling an incoming text.
"It's Asami sama," Suoh announced, scrolling the screen. "He's leaving with Takaba sama in fifteen minutes. Ando and I will get the car ready," he said, looking at the younger guard.
Ando nodded his head and together they left the room.
"Work hard, Ogawa kun." Kirishima smiled and turned to leave the room with Toru.
"Kirishima san?" Ogawa called out, just as the secretary was about to step out of the office.
"Yes?"
Ogawa took the mug of hot chocolate and cradled in his hands. "Did – did Asami sama intend to use the gun?"
Kirishima pushed his spectacles up. "Asami sama doesn't flash his gun for show. That's why I said you were incredibly lucky."
The mug in Ogawa's hands suddenly became cold.
OWARI
A/N: I wanted something light for this chapter, seeing that the plot for the past few chapters were heavy so I hope this isn't too boring for you.
A/N 2: My husband saw my Finder Series mangas and he purposely flipped to the scene where Asami and Akihito were having their reunion sex on the boat after the Hong Kong saga. He asked me how to read the sfx and even tried to produce the sounds. (slaps hand on forehead)
A/N 3: Wow, nearly 3000 reviews. I remembered updating the first chapter and told myself I'd be satisfied with 7 reviews. This would not be possible without all your support. Thank you so much!
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