Disclaimer: All viewfinder work belongs solely to Yamane sensei. Additionally, all work is strictly fictional. Any characters bearing striking similarities to real life people, dead or alive, is pure coincidence.

Sundae. Mmm… Vanilla ice cream dribbled with chocolate made from the finest Belgium cocoa and milk. A young man in his mid-twenties sat in front of this sinfully delicious dessert, spoon digging into the milky concoction before scooping a glob up, lapping it up quickly like how a kitten would.

The older man sitting across the table watched Akihito as the younger man ignored him in favour of the expensive sundae he had just treated him to. Golden eyes blazed with lust when a small tongue appeared between luscious lips, giving the silver spoon a final swipe before disappearing back into Akihito's mouth. He was sure the brat would flush delightfully if he teased him about the unknowing seductive display.

A low chuckle brought Akihito out his reverie. He reluctantly tore his eyes away from the sundae, from the chocolate slowly dipping down chocolate malt balls and- What the heck? Is that REAL gold flakes?

Liquid gold met chocolate brown and Akihito choked on the vanilla ice cream when he noticed the intense leer Asami was giving him, promising him another unforgettable night. W-what had he done wrong? He was pretty sure there was nothing sexy about eating ice cream… r-right?

Akihito made a visible effort to collect himself and settled with a scowl, directing it to the pervert in front of him.

"What?"

"Hmm… You look good when you're eating ice cream. So eager, so child-like and yet so sensual."

Akihito choked for the second time this moonless night. What the- SENSUAL? Bastard.

Asami smirked at the frantically choking figure before him. Smaller hands grappled about the table, searching desperately for the cup that would relief him of his fit. The older man leaned over the table, offering Akihito a glass of cold water. Akihito gratefully accepted it from Asami's warm, larger hand. Recovering slightly from his coughing fit, Akihito shot Asami a glare meant to burrow through the yakuza's head, coughing out a raspy, "Jerk."

A large palm grazed Akihito's flushed cheeks before a thumb brushed past his velvet lips gently. "Manners Akihito, or else I would have to re-educate you in the bed tonight." Mmm… Yes, re-educate indeed. Akihito was never good at blowjobs after all.

Restraining a bubbling pervert from his throat, Akihito slapped the hand of the confident 'businessman' away. It wouldn't do him any good to encourage Asami tonight. He still had work the next day, in the mountains, and he very much preferred to work with a healthy, un-sore back. Akihito opted to change the conversation topic instead. A safe one that wouldn't lead to … pillow talk.

"Didn't you say you had important business to attend to for the next two weeks? You sure are taking it easy for someone who said he needed to secure an oh-so-important five billion dollar deal that he didn't show up for a week. Getting on with age, aren't you Asami?"

Yup, that was safe. Corporate talk always bored him. And he got to jibe the god dammed unreasonable man too. Asami had appeared at his doorstep an hour ago, smug and impeccable as ever, arrogantly delivering a simple, straightforward demand.

"Get dressed and come with me."

He snorted. What was he to Asami? A freaking dog? But then again, he did obediently climb into the limousine. … Well, it wasn't his fault he didn't put up a fight. He was just too tired to deal with Asami's bitching if he retaliated. Hiking up the mountains for the last two days had drained him thoroughly. In fact, he probably wouldn't survive if Asami fucked him tonight. Asami's treat certainly did send him to heaven though. Ahh~ The joy of ice cream consumption.

Akihito shoved another spoonful ice cream into his mouth and waited patiently for the man to answer him.

Amber gold lit up dangerously. "Jealous, Akihito? I'll keep you company tonight. And morning if you so desire." Asami slid towards the spot beside Akihito and trailed a hand suggestively up the younger man's thigh.

Akihito's eyes widened at the sudden appearance of Asami beside him and his bold move. They were in public, for gods sake. Doesn't this man have even a tiny shred of decency?

"N-not here, Asami." Akihito protested and grabbed the hand, futilely pushing it away. Not good. The young photographer's head rolled back slightly and with half lidded eyes, softly moaned in pleasure. Asami's hand slid further up, stirring the suppressed passion he had withheld the entire week Asami was away securing that stupid deal. R-right. The deal.

With newfound strength, Akihito pushed away from Asami and scooted as far back as the red velvet sofa would let him. Hands thrown up defensively, he spluttered. "Y-you haven't told me about the deal. Did you get it or not?" Truthfully, he couldn't care less if Asami screwed it up, and lost the deal to another money grabbling idiot but he desperately needed something to distract Asami now and protect his ass. Literally.

Asami stared at his panicking wildcat and sighed. He really shouldn't be riling up the hot headed brat. Not when he needed Akihito with him the following week. The quicker he got his pet to comply, the faster they could set off.

Akihito gave the yakuza a suspicious glance over. When he saw Asami sink back elegantly into the seat, languidly lighting a cigarette before releasing a cloud of grey smoke, he dropped his hands, convinced Asami wouldn't be doing anything dodgy to tear his modesty apart more than it already was.

"It's pretty much done. I just need to pay the King a visit and, ah, convince him to agree." Thinking about it just made Asami irritated. It was just a takeover of small casino situated near a popular travel route. Nothing too big or small. Sure, it would make Asami shit loads of money, but it was a very common thing. Casinos changed owners frequently. He couldn't comprehend why the King would make such a huge fuss. Kings don't usually bother themselves with such trivialities. The damn casino was bound to be taken over soon anyway. The current manager was a bumbling idiot. Kirishima couldn't even handle that blasted royalty. That told him a lot, after all Kirishima wasn't his secretary for nothing. If he was going to have to deal with an insufferable man all day or week, he was going to need a way to lighten up his spirits at night. And what better entertainer than Akihito. His own spoiled wildcat.

Asami's impassive face didn't betray his annoyance and it was confirmed when Akihito's face positively light up with curiosity, oblivious to Asami's irritancy. "Cool, you're visiting royalty? Like His Imperial Majesty the Emperor? Wait, can you even visit them so casually? Don't you have to go through shit loads of formalities and get them finally approved after years? … Y-you're not the emperor's long lost sibling going for a family reunion, are you?"

Akihito stared into Asami bight gold orbs apprehensively.

Taking another long drag, Asami spoke, "Not Japan's emperor, Takaba. Morroco's. And you're coming with me. We have a flight scheduled first thing tomorrow morning."

A long silence before Akihito drew in a deep breath. Ah. There it is. The spitfire that Asami loved so much. Let the game begin.

"WHAT?" Akihito's bellow brought various reactions throughout the small quiet tea house. Raised eyebrows, a series of frightened squeaks and jumps, wailing from a baby… Glasses of champangne shattered when the waitress jerked in shock.

"Calm down brat. You're making a scene, unless you prefer me to silence you using a very pleasurable method."

Akihito visibly bristled at the comment but he settled back down on the comfortable cushion, lest the older man kept to his word. He hissed out, "Bastard. I'm not a child. Keep your hands to yourself, old man. What do you mean I'm going? I have work damn it. I'm not a King, like the one you're going to blackmail, who can do whatever he wants."

The club owner smirked. "I'm not blackmailing, brat. The King and I are going to … settle this over a cup of tea. Peace and tranquility. Something nobody experiences with you around. Putting that aside, let's focus on something better, hmm? You're closer to royalty than you can ever imagine." Asami leaned over, allowing his lips to hover close to Akihito's ear and purred seductively, "Right? Your majesty, Emperor Akihito."

Shit. That did a number to Akihito's libido. Viciously squashing his unbearable desire for Asami, Akihito sank further into the couch, attempting to put as much space as he could between him and the lips that had promised him countless nights of raw pleasure. Somewhere in his muddled mind, Akihito wondered how they looked to other patrons of the shop. With Asami's lack of decency, he wouldn't be surprise if the world knew what relation he had with the dangerous yakuza in front of him at first glance. The intimacy was suffocating Akihito, as much as it was stirring Akihito up.

"W-what the heck? D-do you want my head to roll? Idiot. You've lost your mind. What if the emperor hears of this and tells me to change my name just because we share the same name? I'll hold you responsible. Oh my God, help me. I don't wanna die yet." Akihito wailed in distress.

Asami gave a low chuckle and proceeded to torment Akihito even more, letting his hot breath caress the shell of Akihito's ear. "You wouldn't need to worry if you're in Morocco, with me. I'll protect you with my own two hands."

Akihito snorted, and narrowed his eyes despite the discomfort in his lower regions. "Give up, I'm not going to be manipulated that easily."

Asami leaned back slightly, much to the photographer's relief. However, that relief instantly fled when his eyes met Asami's. They had turned menacingly dark, threatening to consume his entire quaking soul.

Akihito gave a frightened squeak before attempting to make a break for it. He had seen that gaze many times and it normally meant his journey down life was going to be perilous. Like the time when he stole the bastard's phone and prank called the first person, incidentally Asami's mother. God, he avoided phones like a plague for three whole months. He swore only Asami could get his hands on mobile-shaped dilidos.

Damn bastard. The memory was heating him up. Akihito turned pink.

Before Akihito could escape like a spooked out prey, the predator that was Asami blocked off his immediate escape route by standing in front of him. How the hell does this man move so fast?

Stiffening as Asami shifted and towered over him, he felt a rush of adrenaline as Asami spoke in his velvet, sexy and rich baritone voice, unspoken threat dripping from every word.

"Now Akihito, you can either leave this place with dignity fit for a King or I can strip that same dignity off you, slaves do not need them after all. Answer Takaba, are you coming or not?"

Akihito shivered under the chilling voice. God, this is why he wanted the man. So dangerous and yet it drew him like a cat drawn to catnip. The distinct scent of heavy control and barely restrained power crushed Akihito into submission.

"F-fine, I'm going."

Asami smirked as he heard the unspoken asshole.

Asami 1 Akihito 0

Oh yes, the game would continue throughout the week in Morocco and he would, with no doubt, win.

-to be continued-

Phew, finally done with the chapter. It's my first yaoi fanfiction. First fanfiction too. *blushes* I'm in dire need of constructive comments so feel free to review. Thanks a lot for reading. :D