Hello,

This story - it had kind of started from reading people's reactions to the new PIA chapter, some people being angry at Akihito, some seeing it as cheating etc etc (sorry if you haven't read it and are like what the hell dude?!). It interested me and I wanted to explore the theme of - Dun Dun Duuuun (this sentence turns into a spoiler *teehee*.)

Its a sequel to 'Life's a bitch called Sudou.' And I hope you enjoy!...

Warnings: Swearing.

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"...Come in."

Akihito pokes his head around the study door and smiles at Asami, tapping a little rhythm with his finger tips absentmindedly as he leans forward holding onto the handle and door frame. He's enjoying drinking in the sight of a casual Asami with his sleeves rolled up and hair loose - 'sexy.' Akihito's mind whispers.

"Dinner's ready, you've been in here all day even though you're supposed to be off."

Asami glances up at Akihito with weary eyes, having been staring at his computer screen for some hours in the dim lamp light.

"Alright, I'll be there in a moment..."

He immediately goes back to looking at his computer and Akihito huffs. 'The first day off together for a month and the bastard is sat on his ass playing angry birds or something?!' Akihito gets a wicked idea and slips into the study tentatively, eventually reaching the desk where he leans on it suggestively in front of Asami, drawing his attention up once again from the computer screen.

"You OK? You look really serious..."

"Fine, never better."

Asami pushes his chair back from the desk, getting ready to get up but Akihito beats him to it and straddles his lap, arms around his neck.

"I haven't seen much of you lately..."

"Oh? you've missed me?"

"I didn't say that! It was just an observation - like I'd miss you...Old fart."

He laughs to himself and Asami eyes him mirthfully as he reaches over and closes his laptop, shutting down the screen housing financial, trade and police reports. The older man slides his hands then from the desk top and onto the toned, slim waist of the young man sitting on his lap.

"Brat."

They kiss, and an achingly slow and teasingly soft series of nips and licks are administered to Akihito's lips, causing him to moan and grumble against the older mans chuckling mouth. After a long while, Asami acquiesces and deepens the kiss, causing his boy to tighten his arms around his lover's neck, grinding against Asami before he seems to come back to himself, causing Akihito to break away, breathless.

"Come on Asami, I made Soba and It'll get all...soggy."

Somewhat awkwardly (due to a tightening in his pants) he gets off of Asami's lap and leads his crime lord lover out of the study and into the lounge where he has laid out dinner, as usual.

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After a night of S & M, dessert in bed (Akihito) and a lot of lube, Asami is back in his Sion office that morning, trying to sort out a mess that has been steadily growing out of control for the past few weeks. It had all started after an arms deal gone wrong with Takenouchi Oguri, a relatively big time arms and drug dealer Asami hadn't dealt with before due to both men having such different smuggling routes and connections - until now.

Takenouchi had been working for sometime - unbeknownst to Asami, on gaining ground little by little in his foreign territories and intercepting or misdirecting much of his merchandise. Asami's reputation as a discreet and reliable dealer as a result, is at an all time low and his profits are dropping alarmingly, day by day.

True, his business empire overall is not that badly affected, he has a vast business in many sectors including stocks, politics and his clubs of course but this is impeding his plans for the future growth of said empire. For Asami has never wanted to be confined to 'owning' just one country.

"Kirishima. Have you heard back from Takenouchi, did he agree to a meeting?"

"I keep requesting Asami-sama, it seems a negative on that account so far."

'Fuck.'

But all is not lost as there are many ways to provoke Takenouchi into action, and Asami has three thoroughly tried and tested tactics when it comes to business when all other efforts at civilised negotiation fail:

Threaten

kill

or Seduce.

Through extensive brainstorming over the past few days he has established that he can't kill the old man, the fall out would be not only from the entire Diet here in Japan. Meaning even if he did gain the territories back and throw money at the old coots here, it doesn't solve the distrust the dealers have for Asami right now and he would have to launch a small scale war to obtain control over the various continents and countries affected.

Asami certainly can't seduce Takenouchi, he's a 67 year old man with Seme tendencies. 'Hmm. Could I just drug and bind him?-' Now, Asami considers himself a man with an iron constitution but there's just no way he can stomach even the thought of fucking the old geezer into submission, whether himself or with the ten inch dildo.

He shakes his head in real time, drawing a curious look from Kirishima. 'No, just - no.'

This leaves Asami with another route - Killing or threatening his nearest and dearest. The daughter. As his sharp mind wonders on the many possibilities of this plan, snatching her, storing her, his terms...his mind recalls the past few times that his enemies have used his most prized possession to coax a response out of him, and he pauses.

'Can I risk the fall out...can I risk Akihito?'

OK, rethink. Asami flips through the file on Takenouchi laying on his desk and pulls out the page on the man's 24 year old daughter...

Seduce? He smirks darkly knowing that this, this is the most feasible option. A typical Daddy's girl, he will win her favour, get the damn meeting with Takenouchi and use the daughters emotional 'well being' as leverage. The woman, as it happens is not actually that bad looking and she is a meek little thing, boring - but it'll do to obtain the desired outcome.

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Later that evening, Akihito is super pissed that Asami had come home early only to get changed and announce that HE and he alone would be attending a gallery opening tonight. 'Business' Asami had said. Akihito fumes and mumbles to himself from where he is sat on the sofa drowning his sorrows in ice cream and watching old sitcom re-runs, it's not the fact it would have been a nice date, no! Merely that it's stupidly obvious that Akihito would appreciate the art more than that old perv ever could!

"Un-fucking-believable! Invite only my ass...having fun while I'm sat like some lil' house wife - Asshole!"

*Achoo*

"Bless you Asami-sama, someone must be talking about you, you keep sneezing. I hope you aren't coming down wi-"

"Yes thank you for your continued, and not too overbearing at all, concern. Kirishima."

"Now, excuse me..."

Asami, whiskey in hand, makes his way through the elite, invite only crowed to Takenouchi Miako. Where she is stood in a mid blue fitted dress, admiring a large photo of the sunrise creeping over Tokyo bay on a foggy morning. The skill of the photographer clear in this piece as there's a depth and duality to the photo, you cannot quite tell what the subject matter is due to the focus pull technique used and Asami recalls that Akihito had mentioned to him that he appreciates photo's where you have to double take and discover a little more on each viewing.

Which is why Asami had already purchased this piece for him around thirty minutes ago, killing time before his prey arrived.

The sharp suited man goes in for the kill as it were and it's so easy, too easy to gain her interest. Miako is all over him and its easy for Asami to invite her away to a hotel room with him. Kirishima is watching this whole exchange from the sidelines as he has already let his thoughts on the matter known to Asami earlier in the afternoon.

It hadn't gone particularly well as needless to say, Asami - while he values both Kirishima and Souh's input, once he has planned a course of action there is no stopping him until the goal is achieved. Asami had ended all protest from Kirishima, when he had raised his concerns, but Asami, not wanting to postpone the plan silenced him with a word. 'Enough.'

However, even now - Kirishima simply doesn't like this method of forwarding ones business, and quite frankly, he thinks his brilliant, cunning boss Asami-sama, is lowering himself.

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On the way home to the penthouse after an hour and a half stop at one of Asami's more plush hotels, Kirishima is as professional as ever but he can't help but look in the rear view mirror every now and again, dropping the odd disapproving look at his employer, who is looking out the window, calculating.

In the hotel room, it had been nothing but a quick fuck and a shower straight away for Asami, job done. He had feigned an emergency phone call to leave as he wants to get home 'from work' to his little lover and offered Miako is business card and a free stay at the hotel for the night. Now it's just a matter of time until he gets the control back over his holdings. 'Keep the little fool happy, hanging on my every word as I use her to take her father for all he's worth...'

As they pull to a stop in the under ground garage, Asami catches Kirishima's eye in the rear view mirror.

"Got something to say?"

"No...Asami-sama. You've made yourself clear."

"Don't act so sullen Kirishima, I used to do this all the time, remember?..."

a few minutes later he enters the apartment after locking the front door, silence greeting him. He moves slowly through the penthouse to find his sulking kitten and he spots him a moment later, passed out on the couch with what looks like empty Ice cream and Pocky packets. Asami chuckles and scoops the young man up, who immediately grumbles appreciatively at the warmth, snuggling into the broad chest as he cracks an eye open and asks softly.

"H...how was the gallery opening?"

"I think you would have liked it, I brought you a print - it'll be here tomorrow."

Asami settles Akihito down into the bed and tucks him in before undressing and getting in himself, Akihito's eyes all the while looking accusingly at the older man through a sleepy haze.

"Thank you - but I told you I don't want you buying me things like some mistress Asa-"

His protests get silenced with a kiss and Asami pulls Akihito close as he switches off the bedside lamp, plunging them in darkness...

Somewhere in the back of his mind during sleep that night, in the depths of his subconscious. Asami feels an intangible uneasiness creeping up on him and as a result. He holds Akihito just a little tighter to himself until they both wake in the morning, together...