"You have a bad habit of making rich, powerful men fall at your feet, Akihito." Asami drawled to him on the balcony, the amber glow of his Dunhill flared as he took a puff, and the smoke drifted lazily off into the night.

Akihito couldn't quite comprehend though. "Huh? What're you talking about?"

"You still don't get it?"

"Get what?" he asked with a suspicious cock of his head. This was not what he was expecting Asami to say, then again this entire night was unexpected. He didn't even know where to start with that train of thought.

Asami sighed, almost wistful until he threw his cigarette down on the concrete platform and crushed it with the sole of his expensive Italian loafer, Akihito heard the hiss as the ember died, it was loud in the quietness of their mute conversation. "Never mind."

"O-okay…" Akihito felt his heart rate pick up as nerves started to fray, it was always easy to think about what he was going to say to Asami, but actually saying them to him was an entirely different matter.

He really needed to be honest, and that was easy when he was drunk, or mad, or both of those things, but tonight he'd gone easy on the drink, and tried to keep his head clear. All for this conversation. Maybe getting a little bit tipsy would have helped…

Honesty when he was exhausted from a gig, and facing Asami who seemed too calm, was an extremely hard thing. Especially when it came to feelings, which is something they never talked about, they yelled about it, they touched and kissed about it, but talking? No. For them, talking and feelings didn't fit in the same universe.

"Asa-

"Akihito." Asami cut in just as he'd gathered enough courage. "I'm willing to stretch my patience for you, for us, but you need to understand there are some things I can't tolerate."

Gold eyes that shone in the darkness looked at him fondly, not a look Akihito got to see very often, and though the words Asami spoke were flat and something cold he'd usually say, it was those eyes that changed the tone of it completely. Even if he had no idea what they really meant.

"Umm, could you please explain that a bit." He mumbled, because he could use this courage to question Asami properly for once, instead of being left to second guess.

"I understand you have friends, you're close with them, with people I know. But incidents like being in the paper I won't stand for, I'm a patient man Akihito, but you also know me, more than you'd like to admit. And you know I'm also a possessive person by nature, and that paper stretched it too far. You should know that." The way Asami spoke so smoothly and matter of fact like said he was still annoyed about it, Akihito was too, but for his own reasons.

"I know that! But your reaction, Asami…" oh, this was hard, he still remembered it, how distant Asami had grown then, like the strangers they used to be, and it hurt to think about going back to that, like they had for the entire week. The only thing he could really do to articulate his feelings was scrunch his fingers in his hair, and breathe, because it had him near panicking. "What are we if you can still treat me like that, seriously, Asami. You told me not to flatter myself, for fucks sake." Shit, it hurt even more saying it.

Asami's feet entered his vision as the man stepped in close, and for the first time in a week he got to smell the familiar scent of cologne, and Asami's masculinity. With a tender force, he felt a finger tip his head up to meet the man in the eye, who was frowning at him in concern, as if this was hurting him too.

"How is it that you want me to react, Akihito?" came the earnest question.

That was something he honestly didn't have an answer for, so he could only sputter in response as Asami pressed onward.

"Did you want me to be jealous?"

"I… don't know." Akihito said uncertainly, all the while shifting on is feet as Asami still cupped his face.

"Did you want me to be frustrated?" Asami kept on pressing in almost a whisper as their faces drew closer.

"I don't know." he managed more clearly, though still confused about where this was going.

"Did you want me to wish it was me in that paper with you instead of Sudou? Me labeled as your lover, and not anyone else. Something impossible that we can never have, but you can have with someone else." Asami almost growled, and now he was really confused.

"…." He couldn't manage to say anything this time.

"Because I was all of those things, Akihito." Came the blunt admission, and those eyes blazed with frustration of their own as those sculpted brows that framed them pursed in another frown. A look of pure confliction if Akihito had ever seen it.

Was he really interpreting this right? Was Asami frustrated that it could never be them in that paper? It wasn't something Akihito had ever thought Asami cared about.

But if so, him being labeled as someone else's would have really hit a sore spot, and that was how Asami had snapped. He thought about Asami's choice of words earlier; can't tolerate, was completely different to won't tolerate.

Yeah, Akihito knew Asami was possessive, he joked about his 'issues' all the time, and that paper incident had been something Asami simply couldn't handle in their relationship.. or whatever you'd call it.

It made him happy in a miserable sort of way, happy that Asami cared enough to be effected by it, but sad because now he realized too, that that's why it pissed him off when it happened to him, he'd never been able to pin point why, but it was the exact reason – something he'd tried to tell himself over and over again wasn't an issue, and he'd thought he'd convinced himself too. Obviously not.

Akihito didn't want to think about it, because when he thought about it, he over analyzed it and twisted it until it was an anxious knot in his stomach that left him unsure about things Asami had made clear time and again.

"Why'd you ignore me all week then?" he managed to move on and grit out without letting too much uncertainty show. "And why can you be in the paper with people and not me?"

"For the same reason you did. We both could have done better there and you know it." Asami stopped then, and Akihito thought he was going to ignore the rest of his question, until the crime boss seemed to make a decision in his head, and then spoke it out loud. "And… I'll stop any photos of me with anyone else going to print. Good enough, hm?"

The trademark smirk he got was right there in front of him as Asami looked at Akihito's astounded face.

"Wait, are you actually serious?" because woah, that was a big thing for Asami to change just for his sake.

"Do I ever joke, Akihito?" Asami deadpanned back to him, amused now.

"I guess you don't." Akihito mumbled, he shut his eyes to process it all as Asami pressed their foreheads together and let the moment drag on in a comfortable closeness that the pair rarely shared. That hadn't been as hard as he thought it would, and he still couldn't get around the fact that Asami felt the same irritation he had every time he was captioned to be with a 'lover' in the newspaper.

"Will you come home now?" Asami hummed as he dropped his hands from his face, and placed them on his hips instead. The gentle kneading of Asami's thumbs on his hipbones helped him to unwind breath by breath.

Only a week and he'd missed it this much.

"Do you think… that you could crash here? With me? I'm sorry! I mean, um, I know that's pushing it and all, but it'd mean a lot if you did. It's just something we used to do." The DJ couldn't even begin to explain why this last thing was important to him, he knew Asami had made an effort tonight, and if he stuck it all the way through even after Akihito pushed it big time tonight, if he'd stayed here with him and his friends, it really would just bring his worlds together.

"Do you have your own room?" came the monotone question, and Akihito couldn't hear any implications there at all.

"Ah, yes."

"Is the bed comfortable?" the same tone again.

"I-I guess so."

"Mm, I'll tell Kirishima and Suoh they can go then." Just like that, Asami straightened as he made his choice, as if the comfortableness of where he'd be sleeping was what determined his answer.

He stood there, stupefied on the balcony as Asami took it all in his stride one thing after another, and opened the sliding door to go back inside, the vision of Asami's back going through the door, comfortable and at ease at his best friends house froze him there on that balcony at how lucky he really was.

But at the last moment, before he was left completely alone on the platform that overlooked the Tokyo skyline; Asami turned before both feet had passed the threshold back inside and with an outstretched hand.

"Are you coming?" he quizzed with a chuckle.

While Asami hadn't planned on staying at Koga's, the more he thought about it as he went back in to Kirishima and Suoh, the more he determined it was a good idea.

Firstly, the reaction as he told his two subordinates that they could go home, and that he'd see them on Monday, was extremely amusing. Suoh's mouth actually dropped open, which was a reaction he hadn't managed to get from his body guard for years, Kirishima on the other hand; opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water as he tried to find words.

"I'm a big boy, Kirsihima, Suoh." He teased them both, "Or you can both stay here and join the sleep over." It was a challenge to them both, were they willing to do this for Akihito too?

They looked at each other then, and decided they would. It wasn't a big deal for them, since they were both on friendly terms with Akihito, and they'd both felt his absence this week also. Happy wife, happy life, or; happy Asami, no one gets shot.

Their response pleased him, and he showed them as much by an appreciative touch on the shoulder, he needed at least two sane people with him in this house full of insane young men, anyway.

Secondly though, if he stayed then everyone here, mainly Ben Austin, would know full well that Akihito was his – and that it was Akihito's choice for it to be that way.

It was a win-win situation, he concluded.

"Guess it's time for us all to turn in, huh?" Koga said with a yawn as he looked at his watch, it truly had been an all nighter – it was 6am, and Asami wondered if they'd really done this every weekend, because that was ridiculous. Even he didn't lose out on that much sleep.

"Yeah. Boo, I'll be going to sleep lonely." Ben said with a feigned pout.

"Shut up, Ben!" came the chorus from everyone in the room.

"You've gone to sleep lonely every night." Koga deadpanned as he flicked the American on the forehead. "Stop complaining."

"You guys are so mean. What's the point in being friends with you?" The American huffed.

"Because we are mean." Akihito countered with a laugh as he went into the kitchen for water, he looked the most relaxed Asami had seen him tonight after their talk. "You're the one who hates being treated like the hot shot remember, so suck it up, Mr nobody."

"Oooooh snap!" the small black haired DJ roared in the lounge with a hoot, "Shut the front door, cos Akihito is in the house."

More hoots and laughter erupted then, and everyone gave Ben sympathetic claps on the back as everyone headed off to bed, Kou, Takato, and Sudou all took spare futons in the lounge, Kirishima and Suoh were privelaged enough to get the couches, while the DJ's each had a room to themselves.

Asami had anticipated more of a reaction from everyone that he was staying, Koga had just winked at him when Akihito announced it shyly – which Asami found extremely cute – and everyone else just behaved as if it were a given.

However, just as he was shutting the door to Akihito's room behind them for the night, from down the hall where the master bedroom was; Koga that little shit shouted.

"Oi, make sure you kids use protection, okay! And keep it down!"

Multiple laughs and sniggers echoed throughout the house as he finally closed the door for the night – and he definitely heard Kirishima and Suoh's in there too.

"Ugh… that idiot Koga." Akihito's grumble couldn't fully hide his smile as he sat down on the bed to pull his jeans off, it felt good to be free of them at last.

He felt Asami's eyes on him the entire time he undressed, and he was more self-conscious than usual. To escape the burning scrutiny; he turned the bedside lamp on, and then made a quick dash to turn the main light off.

So much better with the dim yellow glow to mask his awkwardness, he swore no matter how long he was with Asami this would probably never go away.

But he hadn't even made the turn back from the light switch; he was still facing the wall when he felt Asami's hips cradle his from behind. His breath caught, he could feel Asami's heat - skin on skin because he'd undressed too, he could feel the muscle and power that surrounded him as calloused hands, rough with hard work, ran up and down his arms.

"You smell like them." Asami drawled to him with light kisses on his pulse, and on pure reflex Akihito rolled his head to the side with a groan. One week away from Asami was too long.

"S-sorry." He breathed out.

"Mm, time to mark my territory all over again then, because you are mine, Akihito." The snarl was full of obsession and the built up desire to do just what he said, and Akihito realized then how hard tonight really had been for Asami, for someone like him who didn't like to share at all.

That thought only lasted a split second though, because he lost all coherency after that as Asami's domination took over.

Hungry lips on his neck, sucking, biting and nibbling like a starved animal had him reaching up to grip onto Asami's soft black hair to stop himself from falling, the roaming hands up his body pinched and teased, bruised and then caressed, they made his knees weak, his breath labored and his body wanting.

Asami's restrained desire to assert is his claim was palpable, he could feel it, the way he wanted to mark every part of him, brand him even if he could. It was terrifying, but that power and supremacy always kept him coming back for more, even if he wouldn't it be fighting it this time.

"You're being good tonight, Akihito." Came the devilish whisper in his ear, it raised the hairs on his neck, and he shivered at its wickedness. "Maybe I'll forgive you for that last song you played then, mm?"

"Ah…nnn." he barely even remembered what Asami was talking about, all he knew was the heat in his veins and the skilled hands sliding down the front and back of his briefs.

It was too much sensation, Asami teased him with light strokes at the front, and a finger sliding up and down the cleft of his ass on the other side, those hands got more rough, hungrier still as Akihito sobbed to brace himself against the wall – right next to the bedroom door.

In the back of his head he knew exactly what Asami was up to, his lover had no intention of keeping it down at all.

"Who's the hoe now? You are, look at you." another vicious hiss in his ear as Asami yanked his briefs down. And fuck, Akihito knew it related to the lyrics of the song he'd played, but it sounded so filthy for Asami to use that language, so obscene to come from that well spoken mouth that he couldn't bring himself to care about what it meant.

All he could do was fight to keep his voice in, and try to remain standing, because Asami sunk to his knees behind him then, gripped each cheek with a bruising, selfish force, and dipped his hot tongue in to tease him with firm strokes of his tongue at his entrance. Round and around he circled, before dipping in and repeating it over and over.

It was a constant battle to succumb to it all, to cry out and let loose, to give Asami what he wanted, or to bite his arm and muffle his moans as best he could, he knew Asami wouldn't let him touch himself, he knew he was moving his hips shamelessly in a desperate plea for friction, but still he held on because he wanted it to last, and he wanted to keep quiet.

A long finger joined that tongue, scraping his insides in and out, not gentle in the least as his knees buckled, the desire to drive back peaked as a second finger joined in. The pain in his forearm as he continued biting down to silence himself increased with each teasing pass of those fingers.

But Asami lost his patience then, because the fingers withdrew in haste, much to Akihito's extreme displeasure.

"You want to keep quiet that much, Akihito?" the aggressive tone was coupled with something much larger rubbing in between his legs.

"Asami…. There's a bed." He finally managed to voice his protest at doing it right there by the door, the teeth marks on his arm were red as he pulled away, there'd be a bruise in the morning.

His breath hitched, his stomach tightened, Akihito fought his whimper back down as the blunt head of Asami's dick drove in for only an instant before Asami withdrew to make him realize how empty he was, and how much he wanted to be filled.

"The bed is for sleeping, Akihito, that is unless you scream my name to let everyone in this house know how it really is, then I'll take you to bed."

Without warning but a predatory growl instead; Asami snapped his hips forward with all his strength, burying himself in one go, the stretch was immense, painful and satisfying all at the same time, tears stung his eyes, and his own cock started to feel heavy and neglected in between his legs.

"Ffuuuck! Asami." he heard himself gasp as his nails scrabbled desperately at the wall.

That's when Asami began his true assault, the vice like grip on his hips locked him in place as the crime lord drove him to the point of insanity, with each thrust inside him, Asami pulled back before he hit the spot that made Akihito see stars.

Time and time again Asami brushed the edge of his prostate, Akihito was so close to feeling that magnificent lightening up his spine, to feeling the tingle in his toes and the butterflies in his stomach.

In the back of his mind he knew his keening was getting louder, and biting his lip only did so much.

"Just say my name, Akihito." The sweat slicked skin of Asami's chest pressed against his back as the words were hissed in his ear. "Only my name."

He should have known there'd be more tricks up the man's figurative sleeve, he could never win in this sort of thing against Asami after all, and the sharp teeth that nipped at the skin between his shoulder blades was his undoing.

It was loud, his cry, because even though he'd never admit it, he loved to be bitten, and Asami was using it against him now.

"That's it, Akihito, now just form the syllables. Ah-sa-mi."

Wet bites on the nape of his neck timed perfectly with the snap of Asami's hips, had him doing just that.

With each attack on his senses he moaned the syllables one by one, he didn't even care any more, all he wanted was the feeling that only Asami could give him, earth shattering release.

"Yes, that's good." Came the hum from behind him, "So good, Akihito."

Akihito got exactly what he wanted then, fuck the bed, and his friends would just have to hear it. Asami drove home at last. He rammed in, and set a bone jarring pace that Akihito couldn't keep up with, but it was so fucking good and was that actual stars in his vision or was he just blacking out already?

"Please, please, please." Akihito heard himself start chanting, because he was desperate for that friction in the front now, aching for it that he could cry if he needed to.

The world stopped then, nothing at all mattered, only Asami's hand on his dick as it stroked him, tugged him, milked him as he came with a shout all over the wall – he got that lightning up his spine then, the tingle in his toes and the butterflies in his stomach as he spilt into Asami's palm, his entire body clenched desperately to hold onto the feeling, and that's when he heard the groan of his name this time, and felt the stutter of Asami's hips as warmth flooded his insides. Home fucking run, he thought as he slumped against the wall.

"Are you happy now?" he sassed out between breaths, it was half hearted really, because Asami was still there behind him with his hands on the wall embracing his his own, the fingers overlapped and pulses racing, their was skin still connected by sweat and heat, and the gentle kisses on his neck did tell him that Asami was indeed happy now.

"Mm, just needed to make it clear once again." Asami chuckled in his ear, the hot air tickled his neck, so he had to squirm and turn away from the different form of torture.

"Yeah yeah, that 'you belong to me, no one can touch what's mine.' Blah, blah, blah." Akihito mocked his older lover with the typical possession jokes.

"Yes, but they also would have heard something else too, you know?" the absolute cheesy croon had Akihito coming up with blanks.

"What?"

"They would have heard me say your name too, Akihito. Can you figure out what that means?" and like some stupid romance movie, Asami smirked at him, smug and all knowing as Akihito gaped at him for the second time that night. The crime lord hooked his muscled arms around his waist and dragged them both back towards the bed at last as Akihito's head spun. Asami really was weird tonight.

But from then on, as Asami took him gently this time, he didn't let a single noise escape Akihito's mouth, he swallowed them back, muffled them with his kisses, and whispered his own pleasure in Akihito's ear instead, until they fell into a light sleep in the early hours of the morning.

It was the best sleep either of them had all week, despite the lack of sleeping either of them actually did.

Akihito woke up alone, and after he took a moment to stretch out his muscles and relish the pain in his ass, literally, also noticing that Asami had cleaned him up while he slept, he guessed he shouldn't be that surprised that even if Asami stayed, it didn't mean he wanted to hang around the next day.

It really would be unreasonable of him to ask that much, to ask Asami to put up with their crazy breakfast shenanigans, and laze around with them on a Sunday morning with pots of coffee to keep them company, awake more like.

He couldn't help his disappointment at the fact, though.

That's when he remembered about what he was actually meant to be doing this morning, fuck! This morning he was meant to be going over plans and arrangements for the opening of Abyss in only two weeks now, and oh double fuck. He really should tell Asami about it, that he was soon to be opening up one of Tokyo's hottest new dance arena's with Ben and Koga.

"Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit." He flailed out of bed and found a pair of pants in haste, he really needed to tell Asami while things were like this, while they were talking like proper people and capable of actually using words to get things across.

Because his gut feeling told him that the crime lord would probably not be too happy about it. Given who was on the invite list and all.

The time was 11:45am as he decided on a quick bite to eat before seeing to his appearance and then hunting down Asami, it was still dark in his room with the curtains drawn shut, and as he left for the kitchen; he missed the pair of Italian loafers, the expensive dress shirt, coat and tie still on the floor on the other side of the bed.

However, when he got to the doorway to the open living space he certainly noticed their absence on the person that was meant to be wearing them; Asami, who was parading around the kitchen in only his dress slacks with the morning paper in his hand. Muscled glory and all.

And that wasn't all. No, it wasn't even the start of it. This must be a dream, right? Maybe he should go back to bed, lie down and try to wake up again?

"Oh my god, what is this fucking sausage fest in my kitchen?" Koga yawned behind him, they pretty much always woke up at the same time after a gig, and today was no different, but if Koga was awake, standing in the door way next to him – then Akihito was definitely awake. This was not a dream.

Out of all the things to expect to happen this morning, the morning after Asami Ryuichi – his lover – and his two subordinates stayed over at his fucking friends house after a friendly get together, this would have never, ever crossed his mind.

Any and all thoughts about telling Asami about the club opening were lost. Gone.

Because not only was Asami strutting around the kitchen shirtless, so was Ben Austin, Kirishima, Suoh and Sudou.

Asami was that of a Greek god, sculpted and unreal, Ben was a slightly shorter version of that, his muscles defined with tanned skin molded over his figure.

Kirishima and Suoh were the epitome of a deadly physique, they were body guards and in charge of Asami's security after all, and their well trained figures with sinuous muscle and various scars portrayed that.

Then there was Sudou, who Akihito had seen near naked before; but he could still never get over it, because like the model he was, he looked right out of a fucking magazine, no need to photoshop that six chiseled six pack or that amazing neckline.

Holy shit.

He was so gay, he was definitely fucking gay.

This morning was definitely not going to be like all the other previous post gig hang outs.