It had been two weeks since the showdown at ageHa, which now officially belonged to one smug Asami Ryuichi.

Akihito cried inside for days, he'd known the original owner since his first gig, Takeo Nijima was a part of ageHa, a place which Akihito held dear.

And Asami had forced the man to sell it to him, ageHa would never be the same, it just wouldn't be the same to play there knowing Asami owned it.

Akihito never said it would be worse, it just wouldn't be the same.

Everything else fell back into a semblance of normal after everyone got over the shock of Akihito's not so little secret. Everyone being Kirishima and Suoh, Asami forbid anyone else to know, apart from Sudou, who had a pretty rough time of it once Asami caught on that Sudou knew, Akihito felt bad for that.

Sudou had been nothing but helpful, weirdly.

Kirishima and Suoh did double take when Akihito told him how much he got paid per gig though.

Gone were the days of the poor brat that couldn't even afford a tie at Asami's tailor shop.

The blonde DJ/photographer was on his way home from a photo shoot, something that he'd taken to doing instead of investigative photography for the past two weeks just to keep busy.

Akihito couldn't deny he was keen to play again, his name was out there, and Koga had requests forwarded to him for Midnight Kid left right and center.

Akihito would have snapped some of the offers up in an instant, some were international festivals, those were always fun, he was sure that might be pushing it though, most were for Japan, and Akihito would have been happy with that, it was better than nothing.

He still wasn't sure how to go about telling Asami about it. Even if their talk two weekends ago did go remarkably well.

Asami was a surprisingly reasonable man, who would have thought.

Still, it didn't make approaching him any easier. He never asked Asami what photo shoots to go on, or what scoops he could do, hence it felt wrong to ask if he could play. This time though, he knew he had to, and he steeled himself to broach the subject as he pushed the door to the condo open.

Taking his shoes off and dropping his bags in the room he shared with Asami, he finally entered the lounge to find one extremely smug looking crime boss standing next to a man who was going over instructions of some sort.

That look on Asami's face never meant good things, he knew the real punishment would come, this had to be it.

Asami's smirk as he laid eyes on Akihito was nearly enough to send Akihito running.

"Akihito, come here." Asami said, clearly amused.

"Why?" Akihito asked, not bothering to hide his suspicion.

Asami paused, before thanking the man who had a tech company logo on his shirt, and sent him on his way.

Leaving Akihito and Asami alone in the lounge, Asami with the touch screen remote in his hands.

"I had the condo modified today." Asami simply said once Akihito didn't speak.

Rising to the bait, Akihito strode over to Asami finally, "It doesn't look any different to me." Akihito said after he looked around, and then peered at the remote in Asami's hands.

"Oho, it doesn't look any different to you, Akihito. I assure you, it's different." Asami chuckled. He looked really fucking happy with himself.

"I don't see it." Akihito deadpanned.

"Fufu, I'll show you then." With that, Asami pushed a button and the condo transformed.

It was thrown into pitch black as shutters rolled down over the windows, blocking out any and all light.

At the same time, small sections of the roof opened up to let lights and lasers drop down from the ceiling in multiple places around the lounge, strobes popped up from points on the floor, and LED lights lined the corners of the room.

They all went off at once, turning the condo into a silent dance party as Akihito fell back into Asami's recliner in shock.

Green lasers fanned up and down across the room as lights flared bright and then dim, there were so many fucking lights.

What the? Akihito was stupefied. The condo was modified alright!

"That's my chair." Asami stated blankly, pushing the button and turning the condo back to normal.

"Forget about your fucking chair Asami, what's all this?!" Akihito blundered his way through the words.

"It's all about the chair Akihito, that's where I'll sit when you give me more shows."

"You did all this, just for that?" came the monotone question.

"Yes, why else?" Asami confirmed.

"What makes you think I'll give you more?" Akihito shot back, indignant.

"You act as if I can't make you." Asami looked at Akihito, his eyes sparkling in his self-indulgent happiness.

He really was pleased with himself.

"I even had the body paint remanufactured to taste sweet. Shall we try it hmm?" smug didn't begin to cover it, Asami chuckled as he dropped the remote on the couch and pulled Akihito up out of the recliner to his chest. He placed his hands on Akihito's hips and gave a suggestive squeeze.

"I thought you didn't like sweet things anyway." Akihito retorted, clasping his hands together around Asami and looking up at the smiling gold eyes.

"I like you, don't I?" Asami teased, with another squeeze on Akihito's hips.

"Ew you cheese ball, get away from me." Akihito laughed at the disgusting pick up line and tried to escape, but failed miserably, he could never escape from Asami, and he didn't want to.

"You left yourself open for that one, fufu. Come Akihito, I have something else to show you." Asami led Akihito by the hand to Akihito's workroom, the blonde's curiosity building with each step as to what could be in his space of all places.

Asami pushed the door open and bade Akihito to enter first, so he did, and stopped in his tracks at the transformed room.

Asami stood behind him and rested his chin in the crook of Akihito's neck as he took it all in, speechless.

"Asami….." was all he managed. The big man just hummed in appreciation of Akihito's reaction, the noise reverberating Akihito out of his shock.

"Why?" Akihito eventually asked.

"Well, this is what you need isn't it?"

"I…. yeah. So you're fine if I…." Akihito was still too stumped to finish the question, the meaning of this room hitting him like a ton of bricks.

"I am, though I have one condition." Asami stated, straightening and leading Akihito further into the room.

"You will tell me every job you take so that I can make sure to clear my schedule to be there, every single one, Akihito." There was no room for question.

"What, Asami-" Akihito began.

"That's my only condition, Akihito. It's as much for your benefit as it is mine." And the smirk returned.

"But they're all over the show." Akihito protested.

"It doesn't matter. Just tell me, and I will be there."

"So if I do, I can take any gig I want?" Akihito queried, hopeful.

"If you give me reasonable notice, I don't see why not."

"Even the one in Germany next month?"

Asami thought for a moment, he'd forgotten about Akihito's overseas jobs and hadn't factored them in, he should have though, because Midnight Kid was that famous. His lover was that famous. The thought still made him laugh.

"Even the one in Germany next month." Asami answered.

"Holy shit…. You're serious?"

"Do I make jokes Akihito?"

"You made a pretty bad one just before. So I don't know." Akihito teased Asami this time.

"Oho, ungrateful brat…. Take a look, then you'll know I'm not joking." Asami gestured to the room, and Akihito stepped forward and lost himself in his new music studio.

A full mixing station was set up on a giant desk, which took up the entire back wall, a brand new lap top with all the best software and programs sat next to a giant control panel of switches and dials that would fine tune any beats Akihito would put together.

A brand new pair of Akihito's favorite headphones rested in front of the lap top.

"Asami… you can't even buy these anymore." Akihito announced as he picked them up.

"I pulled a few stings. So, you like it then?" Asami asked while he took the headphones from Akihito to rest them around the blonde's neck.

"Fuck yes! This is too much, I can't accept-"

"You can pay me back with my shows, Akihito. Fufu."

"Ugh, I should have known there'd be a catch." Akihito sat down in the leather desk chair, shit he could spend hours here, he even noticed another chair that he assumed must be for when Koga came around.

"There doesn't have to be Akihito, just accept it." Asami sat down in the chair next to him and swung it around to face him.

"You are serious." Akihito said out loud.

"I am."

Akihito shot up out of his chair, "Oh my god, I have to tell Koga!"

"No need, he already knows." Asami chuckled at Akihito's excitement.

"What? Why?" came he incredulous response.

"Who do you think helped me do all this hmm? I swear he wanted to empty my wallet, the cheeky punk."

Akihito laughed at the thought of Koga and Asami cooperating, damn he wished he could have been there to see that, Asami would have hated every second of it, and Koga would have loved it.

He shot Asami a truly grateful smile, "Bastard, I guess a few shows aren't out of the question." Akihito flipped his head phones up, intent on playing with his new gear.

"Fufu, that's more like it." Asami said, staring at the figure before him, mesmerized once again by the way he worked over the buttons and switches with all the ease in the world.

It was as much a gift to Asami as it was to Akihito, seeing him like this.

"Hey Asami?" Akihito took his head phones off for a moment and looked at him.

"Hmmm?" Asami asked, stuck in the trance of watching Akihito.

"We're going to Germany next month then, okay?"

"Alright then."