Disclaimer: I don't own them, but they STILL talk to me. (bastards)

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"You're going already? Shit, I haven't even showered yet. And there's two hours 'till the party starts. Wow, what a cool opportunity for some flashy shots. This is going to look so good on my CV."

Asami almost smiled at my rant and ran a finger over my cheek. "I think you mistook something, kitten. You are not coming."

"Aw, Asami, don't be like that. I won't mess with any of your business. I promise I'll be good." I grabbed his finger and placed it in my mouth.

Asami frowned. "I don't care for repeating myself, Akihito. You're not coming."

I gazed at him. Did he really mean what he...? Yes, apparently he did. Did he think the subject was over and done with? Most certainly. Well, it most cer-fucking-tainly wasn't.

Asami pulled his finger out and planted a little kiss on my lips. "I'll be back on a decent-enough hour. Be a good boy and wait for me in the bed."

So... That was the end of it? The big man was going to make buddies with politicians and organize a few new drug routes at the same time, and his little fuck toy would wait obediently in the bed.

"Don't do this, Asami." Oh, yes, I even degraded myself to beg. "You know how excited I've been these last few days. This is supposed to be THE bang for my career. Politicians, celebrities, the whole shebang there."

My pleas had absolutely no value. Asami just stared at me, ice working its way to his gaze.

I had wanted this not only because of my work. I had had this foolish idea that we would be going to the party together and... you know, the whole we-notion would have been there for everyone to see.

And Asami didn't want me with him. He got what he wanted fifteen minutes ago when he had had his release inside me. My next mission was to wait a couple of hours until the next fuck.

"I'll leave", I whispered. Before Asami had time to say anything, I continued. "If you're going to go all by yourself, I'm going to leave you."

Asami all but snorted at my threat.

"Kitten. Love." My heart leaped. "You know you won't make a hundred meters before you bump into trouble and either I or my men will have to save you. Now, I have important business to attend to. We'll have fun together later."

Asami went to the door to put his shoes on.

"I'm serious. If you walk through that door you won't see me until I decide so. Still wanna make that decision?"

Asami returned. He looked deep into my eyes and then slapped my face. I gasped at a surprise and he hit me again.

"You stay put. And wait for me. On the bed. We'll talk afterwards what these kinds of words will cost you, Takaba."

He walked back to the door. "And you should wear that blue thong. I liked how it looked on you."

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That was two weeks ago. Asami clenched the note in his hand. Akihito had vanished completely. He wasn't in the house when Asami had returned from the party. Asami had been amused at his pet's defiance and send the word to his men to retrieve the little kitten to him as soon as possible.

They hadn't been able to find him.

As the days had gone by, Asami's irritation had grown into fear. He had the morgues checked. Every deceased body, burned, beaten, shot or mutilated, could have been Akihito. The fact that none of them had been, was a very poor comfort.

Week from Akihito's disappearance, he had contacted Fei Long.

A week more and he had received the note. No sender. No initials.

Meet me at the Blue Café. 12.00

Asami was there two hours early. He had his men watching the whole area but they weren't allowed to come inside the café. Asami was nearing his breaking point. He just needed to see his kitten.

"Here's your coffee. It's so black you can melt your teeth in it. And a toast. When did you last eat? The day before yesterday?"

I was so nervous I resorted to babbling. But I had been avoiding him for two weeks and gods I was nearing my breaking point. The first week had been easy. I had been so furious I just spend the days swearing and fuming. This week... I had cried.

And when I saw him sitting there, looking so weary...

Asami made a move to stand up.

"See that guy over there?" I pointed at a rough looking man near the front door. "And that other guy sitting by the window? Their one and only concern right now is my well-being and they'll apply any means necessary to keep me safe."

"You've become quite a pro with threats", he commented with a sip of his coffee. I shrugged.

"When are you coming home?" he asked. So casually and conversationally I had difficulties to believe what I was hearing.

"You hit me", I blurted. Certainly not the most essential thing wrong in our so-called relationship, but the one that had been nagging me the most.

"And I'm probably going to hit you again. Possibly several times." Asami didn't even bother to apologize. "I just want you back home, Akihito. With me. I've missed you. What do you say?"

I scrambled off of my chair and all but jumped on to his lap.

"What do you think, you sick, twisted fuck?"

He pried my lips open and pushed his tongue in. And I welcomed him there.

"Time to tell those goons we've kissed and made up", he whispered.

I grinned sheepishly. "Better not to mix them up in this. Tell you the truth, I've absolutely no idea who they are."

Why was I seeing this vision of me being handcuffed to the bed for the next whole week? Scratch that and make it a fucking next whole month. And it was kinda making me excited. So who was the sick, twisted fuck?