Hello :D

Gomen for disappearing off the face of the earth and not updating! Still have really not had any time which totally sucks, even when I get home I can't sit at my computer and write because I have people asking me what I'm doing every five ***** minutes! :(

This is a short valentines omake really celebrating all things yaoi and I really hope you like it! I wanted a cheesy valentine feel so also shot the cover photo for it. There is a second part but I'm not sure if it's better to just leave it like this?

Comments and reviews most welcome as usual. Sorry for any mistakes!

Warnings: swearing, yaoi.

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January 10th.

It's another tranquil, quiet evening within the walls of Crime lord Asami Ryuichi's penthouse apartment….

Well, almost.

For Takaba Akihito, the business mans young room-mate is currently home alone and laughing maniacally. He's on his back and rolling around the floor of the spare bedroom as he's just happened upon something hilarious, something shaming and something so brilliantly idiotic he can't believe he had forgotten all about it.

It's his oh so unfortunate Christmas card.

His eyes scan the photo he's holding above his head, taking everything in from the pink glossed lips and how they form the most (un)attractive and tremendous of pouts, to how he's cocking his hips and oh. Fuck. To how his left ball is just peeking out from under the Santa cape.

Quite the sight indeed.

He laughs again, wiping the tears from his eyes and thinking about how Koh and Takato had teased him relentlessly, mercilessly after they had received their own copies in the post that Christmas and had wondered just how the hell Akihito could have failed to notice about the whole ball-sac being on show thing. Before he'd sent it.

Akihito wonders briefly if he should also show Asami to see if he'd laugh as well?….He decides no. No fucking way.

Anyway. Regrettable favours for photographer friends aside, it's back to the reason why Akihito happens to be in his small bedroom and fishing through the various knick-knacks, boxes and files under his bed. He was trying to find his passport as Takaba Akihito, the very same, has been offered a fucking amazing job. The job of jobs even. The most rewarding and exciting job to date!

The pitch he had been presented with is to spend time in the company of a village in the foothills of Indonesia, a very secretive tribe that rarely allow strangers in but it so happens that the organiser, Akihito's partner for the trip, has connections. This is fantastic, a real opportunity for Akihito and he thinks it'll be the boost he needs for his career, to get his name out as a serious photojournalist as he observes the extremely private, small community and takes perhaps the first records, first real observations of age-old tradition and culture.

There's only one problem though.

It's January 10th now and the job is for seven weeks. Seven. He's going to miss his first valentines day with Asami.

(Well, not really with him with him but y'know, Akihito had planned to be in the same room as the man at least.)

And so, It's Akihito's last night in the penthouse and he's up late, really late to both find his passport and wait for Asami to come home and he's late! The man had said that he'd be back early tonight so they can have dinner together (and do other things together too) but it's already three AM.

Akihito ashamedly puts the Christmas card back in the box, sliding it back under his bed so he can get back to the living room and get back to pretending he's not waiting for Asami to get home. This is a simple rouse, one that he has practiced many times and perfected over the past few months they've been living together. This evening, Akihito has gathered quite a hefty pile of irrelevant and miscellaneous files and has them scattered haphazardly on the low coffee table along with his most loved camera and will (upon Asami entering the penthouse) go back to editing the one actual photograph he should be working on using his laptop. He'll turn eventually when his lover enters the room, he'll tiredly peek behind him at Asami and say something passive like "oh Asami...you're home already-ah, is that the time?"

Well that's the plan but Akihito is really, really conscious of the fact that he has a flight in nine hours and he has to be up in four after sitting in a twelve hour stakeout all day.

So he huffs, pausing to perch on the couch and getting a little chilly now as he's so tired so he pulls on a sweater, noting the comforting warmth already and also noting that the couch is looking rather plump, and rather comfy right now. The photographer assesses the situation, noting that if he had a quick nap just now he will easily wake up when Asami arrives home. As he always hears the door open and close.

"Yosh!"

He decides to just rest his eyes, just for a while and his head makes it's way to the arm rest of the sofa, slowly, slowly -

Gone.

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The door closes quietly and Asami enters his sanctuary, noting with satisfaction that he should still have sufficient time to get in at least three rounds before Akihito needs to get ready to leave for his flight in three hours.

Asami sighs, it had been one hell of a night - and not in a good way. He had wanted, to be wringing seven weeks worth of come out of Akihito tonight and instead he was stuck in a what should have been tense negotiation with the several high rank gangsters (and it would have been tense, if, he hadn't already well and truly checked out.) His mind definitely elsewhere during the whole thing, somewhere near Akihito's prostate gland.

His right hand man Kirishima, stayed on task though of course, interjecting and beating down the opposition when needed while Asami all but yawned out his frustration. He had wondered what the hells happened to him, the merciless work obsessed, power obsessed and money obsessed Asami Ryuichi is looking forward to (distractingly so) getting home to his little fiery lover to chat idly about how their days have been, eat, shower and naturally. Fuck 'til sunrise.

Asami sighed into the cold room then. Yes. That would have been the ideal scenario but he knew that sunrise was fast approaching and yet, saw no end to the charade, so instead, he sat impatiently in one of his many Tokyo bay warehouse's for hours to listen to some (apparently) grown men argue about such trifles such as "Asami you've gone too far! My family had nothing to do with this!" And "please, please Asami-san I'll give you anything, anything you need just please, please don't hurt me!"

This had gone on for hours until the man had reached his limit, furrowing his brows and all out tutting at the display, the room going deadly silent suddenly save a couple of tense gulps from his captives and the rustle of fabric as Kirishima adjusted his glasses, ready for orders.

"Kirishima, I'm sure you'll have all of the contracts from these cowards signed and on my desk by eleven AM tomorrow?"

"Of course Asami-sama."

"Good, I'll leave the rest to you..."

And so, the Asami now walks leisurely to his living room placing down his suit jacket, tie and briefcase along the way and noting a certain quiet which he hash't had within these walls for a while. He finds himself stopping, and staring at the sight before him.

Akihito is asleep, fast asleep by the looks of the adorable pool of dribble accumulated by his chin which in turn leaves Asami at a bit of a loss - he knows Akihito likes to stay up and wait for his return (though he would rather die than admit it) so Asami had expected his boy to be awake, but, he also knows that Akihito has been taking on more than ever, his freelance jobs and his ever troublesome meddling in the underworld of Tokyo has had him exhausted lately and the two of them have rarely had a night together over the past month.

He picks the boy up, the light, lithe body so welcome within his arms and he holds him that much tighter, a small sigh Akihito's response to the familiar touch of fine fabric against his face. Asami sets him down on the bed and watches him squirm his way up the bed a little, nesting comfortably into the pillow and duvet and Asami chuckles, realising suddenly how the time has passed with such ease with Akihito's transition from casual lover to live in partner, there's no pretence with this boy (because half hearted 'no! D-don't stick it in me Asa-ah!' Don't really count) and Akihito is so open, honest, so earnest that nothing can touch him, can't even come close to him.

So with a few pecks on the lips and a lingering kiss on his head of hazel hair the man reluctantly gets up to shower, as to not taint his pure-hearted bed partner with his sins from the day when he settles for the night with his Akihito held tightly in his arms.

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"Ouch - dammit!"

Asami cracks a weary eye open just in time to see a sneaker fly not an inch from his nose, landing by the drawn blinds of the bay windows. Akihito flaps, his back to the bed and he appears to be lost in the bottom of his suitcase, his hips wiggling delightfully with the vigorous motion.

"Dammit, where is it?! Stupid Asami probably hid it…."

Asami smiles, turning in bed to lean leisurely on an elbow.

"What have you lost Akihito?"

Akihito spins around, toothpaste in one hand and a pair of boxers in the other as he stares daggers at Asami.

"You! Give it back, I am NOT doing anything weird for my passport again so just give it back! I'm already running late!"

Asami smiles at Akihito, foolish boy, he had set the alarm clock so they would have plenty of time to -

What?

It's already nine AM? When did that happen?

"You should have just gotten up when the alarm went off."

"I know I know I switched it off I'm an idiot bla blaaa but seriously Asami, give me my passport 'cus I need to go like uh - ten minutes ago!"

"It's in the living room where you left it. As for leaving, I'll call Souh and have him take you to the airport…With time to spare."

Akihito stares at the naked, lounging crime lord, all too aware that the smile being flashed his way promises anything other than a quiet journey to the airport should they leave together in the limo. Normally that would be fine but Akihito doesn't really want to introduce himself to his new big shot journalist colleague when he's basting in his own semen courtesy of one very handsy 'businessman.'

"Er...I'm gonna take a cab, It's already booked…Thanks though…."

He says, even as a voice at the back of his mind (and in his pants) asks him just what the fuck he's doing.

He thinks for a moment that Asami looks somewhat put out, maybe as he knows he won't getting any ass now but seriously, Akihito really doesn't have time or the inclination to sit on a plane with crusty underwear.

He turns back around to sheepishly pack up his things again while Asami rises from the bed and comes to stand uncomfortably close behind Akihito, his morning salutation showing every inch of just what Akihito will be missing now that he's stated he'd rather take the cab than ride other things like limo's.

And Asami's cock.

Akihito finishes zipping up the case and really does procrastinate as long as humanly possible with the zips and luggage label before he admits defeat, getting up with a steadying gulp and turning to face Asami in all of the mans 'full' glory.

His knees tremble.

A phone beeps somewhere but Akihito barely registers it as he's far too busy wondering how the hell Asami can be starkers, completely butt-ass naked and still look as commanding, sexy as fuck and intimidating as he is when he's in one of his sharp designer suits. But he smirks, reading the look in Akihito's averted eyes and relishing it, not taking a step forward but instead using some primal magnetism, demonstrating his command over gravity itself by somehow pulling the boy to him with a mere hand to the waist applying the most gentle, encouraging of forces.

A hand cups Akihito's chin, guiding his now blushing face upward for an intrusive kiss, so intrusive that it should be painful as it feels as though Akihito is being bared completely before Asami, he always is when it comes to this guy because Akihito finds it impossible to guard himself against the sheer rush of emotion, elation and god dammit, love, he feels.

They, as always, only part when Akihito is breathless and he quickly backs away from Asami's rock hard, scorching body to in turn, fall immediately cold.

A phone beeps again.

"That's your car I believe."

Akihito wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and nods, not managing the power of coherent thought and thus the ability to form sentences right now. He takes a step back, Asami still watching him amusedly while the boy fumbles with the extendable handle on his suitcase before glancing over his shoulder at Asami. He really doesn't know how he should act when he knows he shouldn't be expecting anything at all.

"Well, I'll see you in a couple of months then..."

Asami nods, turning now to gather up his bath robe so he can get ready for work.

"Hn. Have a good time."

And with that Akihito leaves the penthouse, for some reason not feeling as elated as one perhaps should when being invited as the special diplomatic guests to a country for a once in a lifetime trip.

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"Seriously Ouji-san, you're crazy!"

Akihito laughs and snaps away as his partner, Ouji, a thirty something super famous journalist scampers around the spring with the two Asian Elephants they had been photographing since dawn. The pair had been hot, looking to cool off when they had spotted that the Elephants happened to be heading to the spring for perhaps the very same thing themselves. Ouji had assessed the situation quickly, coming to the perhaps unwise conclusion of 'meh, why the hell not?' and jumped on in with them.

Akihito doesn't know how this man is still alive.

After quite some time and one pair of ruined sneakers later, Ouji stills finally, taking off his glasses and wiping a hand through his loose hanging hair with a 'phew!' Before he turns suddenly, splashing Akihito just like the Elephants had been splashing him and he laughs heartily, seeing Akihito rising to the challenge, placing his camera down before running to join the three in the knee high water. They laugh and splash about, leaving their local tribesman guide, Setiawan, a little shocked but pleased none the less that these two foreigners seem to be embracing his land and those who dwell here with great respect and love.

"maaaaaan...I needed that!"

Ouji makes his way out of the water, patting Setiawan on the back with another jovial laugh before scooping up Akihito's camera and snapping some photo's of him with the two juvenile elephants. He doesn't think he could have ever picked a more perfect candidate to accompany him on this trip, Akihito is so full of life and positive, so personable that he's sure to make friends wherever he goes.

Ouji sees great things for that boy in the future.

Today though in their fifth week away, they've been focusing on photographing the general beauty and mystery of the wilderness, trying to capture completely the sheer unforgiving nature of the land in which the tribe live and also it's mercy. For they have food, water, shelter and a sustainable existence which is why the tribe haven't felt the need to move to or interact with so called civilisation anywhere else. They're just fine where they are.

The article Ouji and Akihito are writing is to do with these 'human safari's' that horrifically are catching on as the new hobby for the world's richest and in some cases, most deviant. The tribes affected are exposed to new threats no amount of survival training could prepare them for as they, leading such a simple but fulfilling existence have never experienced the trickery and evil a person is capable of.

The tribespeople would be exposed to illnesses and disease that they have no immunity against and due to their naive, trusting nature, be susceptible to being taken advantage of. And it's Ouji and Akihito's job to raise awareness to force local governments responsible to protect their people and not be so easily seduced by the lure of money.

And Akihito personally takes great pride in the fact that while really, really rich, Asami is not one to stoop so low.

It's been a great trip though all round as Akihito and Ouji have been welcomed as if they were members of the tribe. They have been spending every day with them, only leaving at night to drive back to the bigger village where they are staying in an inn with hot water and telephone signal. Ouji has certainly been fun though a handful to work with (really, he's waaaay too touchy, feely with everyone) but he cares about the work which makes him the perfect partner for Akihito.

They had met by chance at a gala they were both working at, though Akihito spent the whole night skirting around Asami the pair had met briefly, swapping business cards.

"C'mon Akihito my little water baby, let's go get some lunch..."

Now the men intend to head back to the village, where preparations have begun for their annual festival which celebrates their ancestors, they get painted, dressed in ceremonial clothes and feast and dance the night away. It's certainly a beautiful, joyous spectacle. Akihito shouts the affirmative, trying to as gracefully slip away from the elephants as possible even as he gets splashed again and again by the playful pair.

He smiles broadly on the way up the hill back to Ouji and their guide, his shoes squelching nicely but he truly thanks his lucky stars that he's been given yet another amazing day in this place and that he's getting to experience things that he had never dared to even dream about.

Even if he is missing home and a certain someone, terribly.

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And so, the door finally closes on yet another busy and lived-to-the-full day of Akihito and Ouji's adventure deep in the wilds of Indonesia. They had certainly done a lot and are knackered, Ouji already hopping in the shower while Akihito grabs some beers from the cooler to relax and plan for tomorrow before grabbing some well deserved hours sleep.

The can hisses open, Akihito relishing the noise and trying not to think about how the sound reminds him of all the times he had shared a beer or two with Asami as really, after this long he does not need anymore prompt to think about that guy - five weeks of Akihito repressing his urges to masturbate to memories (or secret photos saved on his phone) of Asami has Akihito on edge. Why didn't he ask for his own room?!

He relaxes a little, sipping the beer down quite easily after such a hot day and he looks around to the state of their room and to the state of well, him. He's tanned more than ever, his hair taking on a more golden hue after all of the sun exposure and his muscles have become more distinct, sculpted. He wonders briefly if Asami would like the change.

"All yours!"

Ouji comes out of the shower, towel around his waist and another atop his head while he scoops up his own beer to chug it down gratefully while Akihito gets to his feet, looking forward to washing a long days worth of grime away. He slides the door closed, there only being a thin paper door separating the washroom and bedroom so Akihito knows there's no way he'd get away with fwapping in the shower for ten minutes or so without being clearly heard.

It's not like Akihito wants to feel this way, he just can't help it since as living with Asami they've settled into somewhat of a routine involving regular and rigorous sex to which both his body and mind have become accustomed to.

He just really, really wants it. Bad.

Sighing lightly though Akihito steps into the shower and washes quickly, taking care not to brush over a nipple or linger near any other erogenous zone for too long lest he get carried away and forget where he is. He gets out again and dries himself, heading into the bedroom to surprisingly, find Ouji dressed up in an actual shirt and pair of trousers and spritzing cologne. Apparently he has a big date.

"Yo Akihito! Y'know I thought it was a shame to stay all cooped up like this, I reckon we should head out to town and live a little?"

"Uh-y-yeah? Yeah! Why not!"

Akihito is a little taken aback by Ouji's sudden transformation after a shower and a beer but is happy none the less, as on the way to this inn they had passed the town of Sukabumi which seemed to host quite a few bars popular with locals and tourists alike. He recovers quickly and rushes to his suitcase to pick out some clothes, looking forward to also wearing something a little more presentable than the usual cropped shorts and a tank top.

A vintage pair of Levi's and a dark green fitted tee (that really shows off his tan) gets plucked out of his case and he changes quickly, it never taking long for Akihito to get ready as the only two real steps needed in his beauty regime are to brush his teeth and swipe some gel through his hair so soon they're out the door, heading to the first bar of the evening while Akihito drops the regular update text to Koh, Takato and a lot less regular one to Asami.

(He would love to not bother to text the man at all, but, Akihito gets the most intense butterflies when he reads the casual, one line responses he gets back always within the hour wishing him a good night, or to behave himself.)

Sexy nonchalant asshole bastard.

So Ouji and Akihito head out the door with a fresh couple of beers, getting a local taxi to the bar where they plan to dance and laugh the night away. The locals are great, welcoming the pair with a smile and on-the-house drinks which as it happens go down a little too well and soon, Akihito is dancing on the tables with anyone game enough and getting dressed into the party accessories floating around. Long colourful beaded necklaces, a pink Cow-boy hat and even an (unworn) thong find thier way onto his person and stuffed into a back pockets of his Levi's by the many friendly and desiring hands all aiming for the glowing, vibrant young body. Of course it's all witnessed by the eager audience, his very amused (and equally as drunk) colleague and another, who is observing the situation very quietly and politely, questioning Asami-sama's seemingly bizarre taste in men...

Akihito sinks into the music as he dances to the steady beat, this definitely being just the medicine to take his mind off missing home even as he feels it, the aching sweetness of a slowly simmering need, building inside of him and deep, deep down in his core. He wants to be touched and the gentle slides of flesh over fabric he's feeling now from strangers on this dance floor just won't cut it.

He knows he wants to let loose, like he does with Asami, no shame, no holding back, just like the last time after they had been apart for this long.

He closes his eyes to the unexpected weight laying heavy on his heart and sinks deeper into the music, a delicious kind of wanting and longing awakening inside of him at the thought of waiting two more, just two more weeks and he'll see Asami again. Sure valentines is in just days and he had wanted to spend it in Tokyo but he's here and he's going to appreciate this chance at adventure.

He does though, debate going to the loud, busy bathroom here to lock himself in a private stall for uh, ten minutes or so…To call Asami and….Stuff….

But before he can do anything, a sharp smack on the bottom drags him back to reality with a bang and he jumps, the smile falling naturally to his face again as he tells himself to stop acting like a love sick, horny teenager who's going to drunk dial his crush. Who even does that anyway?

An older lady, the bar's larger-than-life owner, winks at Akihito, thrusting herself and a fresh drink at him and he takes it with a grin, gulping down the sweet pink juice and it not taking long at all to finish the whole thing before he resumes his dancing, leading his way around the bar and entertaining ladies and men alike.

They continue like this for hours, until the sun threatens to rise and they know they have to be up when it's 'light outside' so they stumble back to a cab, paying some random amount to the driver who demands they take some back lest he accidentally really accept their entire trips spending money and Akihito takes it, crying and snivelling about how there are still some nice people in the world after all and how some guy named "Ah-hamiiii" is so stupid and so mean all the time, but not all the time but it's a secret! "Ssshhhh!"

It takes a further twenty minutes from there for the pair to get back to their room, walking the impossible length of a few metres whilst taking the odd detour into a bush or in Ouji's case, into someone else's room. They get there though and withdraw their keys, laughing for some time about nothing at all before entering, stumbling around and de-cluttering their ornamented selves.

"I'ma! I'ma….Toile…To-i-lee-eee…."

Ouji stumbles off, crashing and clanging his way awkwardly to the toilet and Akihito laughs, snorting at the mans unexpectedly clumsy nature. He stops briefly to wonder what kind of drunk Asami would be and sniffs a quiet "…samiiii…" out, suddenly feeling like he could use a hug and a nap right now after all so he gets up, half pulling a futon into place and starting to undress but trying to look for his phone at the same time because now he wants to call Asami - he wants to hear his voice.

There's a crash suddenly and Akihito looks around hazily with a "huh?" Seeing that nothing seems to be amiss so he goes to the washroom, opening the door and calling lazily
for "O-jiiiii!" Only to find him passed out and snoring on the floor.

Meh, Akihito thinks. He looks fine.

Sliding the door shut Akihito keeps on clumsily searching for his phone, dropping articles of party wear and clothing as he goes and he thinks he has found it for a second, though instead pulling out the cheekily placed thong and going a little cross eyed as he studies it.

"…"

Despite himself he smiles, a wicked idea forming that will allow him to get the perfect revenge on Asami, for all those times the man takes him by surprise and overwhelms him with his sheer gorgeousness.

A sexy selfie. Fuck yeah.

Akihito laughs perhaps a little too much as he turns wildly to set up his camera, giving up on the phone search for now 'cus he figures it'll be easy enough to email it to Asami later and the man reeeeaaally won't know what's hit him! 'It can't fail' Akihito's Alchohol soaked brain tells him and he sets up the tripod, Crashing around and stumbling over their belongings and scattered clothing but Ouji's unbridled snoring from the other room lets him know that he won't be interrupted.

He stands motionless for some time after that, heart beating incomprehensibly fast as the thrill and reality of the situation sinks in, he's doing this for Asami - to make him loose that frustrating and seemingly unshakable control, will he be able to do it? Or will Asami remain as unaffected, untouchable as ever?

Well, there's only one way to find out!

He giggles again, pressing play on his iPod dock he lets himself and his body flow with the tune, letting it take him into his most private and in a way, treasured of memories. Those eyes, Asami's eyes lighting him up, his hands, he wants those hands on him right now.

He bites his lip, tracing the outline of his dick through his jeans as he lets the urge take him.

Would Asami - would he like this kind of thing? He must think Akihito's OK right? They always do stuff together and -

He starts to harden at recalling the things he and Asami do together and he fidgets a little, squirming and clutching his naked chest under his shirt where it feels like his heart is going to pop right out. He bites his lip again and closes his eyes -

"H-ah…"

Akihito lets out a soft, breath laced with arousal as he feels a thrill right down to his toes…He smiles, still swaying but stooping to get his camera from the bag and a spare SD card he had brought to set up with the tripod. Next, he sheds his clothes completely, letting the fabric brush slowly over his sweetly alcohol numbed skin and imagining a certain pair of hands on him instead, exposing him.

He stumbles a little as he puts on the delicate heart fronted thong and has to force his half rigid member into the velvet pouch, lest it ruin a perfectly artistic shot.

…There...

Nicely naked bar a pleasant pressure from the pearls rubbing along his entrance and the velvet caressing his cock, he slips onto his knees before the camera and peeks around it to clumsily finalise the settings with a grin. Timer, one frame per second. Perfect!

He reaches over and gulps some more beer, swaying again and giggling at his own cunning before finally pressing the shutter button to begin the show….

*click click click*

Akihito on his knees and back to the camera, cocking his hips and arching his neck to the side as if welcoming a warm pair of lips, he teases the waist of the thong down to expose the top curve of his ass, running a solitary finger along the pearls, building the friction.

*click click click*

He faces the camera now, eyes shine in challenge looking through the camera as if at his lover as he runs his tongue over his lips messily and wantonly. A drunken, cocky smile lights up his features and he teases himself, running his hands over his chest, thighs. The velvet heart.

*click click click*

Fingers just peek inside of the pouch, fingertips only laying teasing, feather light touches over his member, he bites his bottom lip, closing his eyes and rocking his hips to a primal rhythm as he drives an imaginary Asami wild with lust.

*Click click click*

Akihito runs his hands over his body, well and truly rising to the challenge of turning an invisible Asami on. He bites his fingers but wants something larger and warmer in his dripping mouth and he looks in a drunken haze to the lens, asking with large, watery eyes whether his audience of one would like more.

Yes? Sure...

He slips his hand behind the velvet pouch now, the friction driving him crazy and he moans Asami's name. If he were here, if he were watching right now - would he be excited? Would he be watching Akihito with that hunger in his sharp, golden eyes?

"Y-yu-es! uh!..."

*click click click*

He gasps as he fists himself now on all fours, mouth agape and completely exposed, shamelessly bringing himself pleasure as he imagines how Asami would be watching him, talking dirty and sat oh so calmly but it's his eyes that would give him away. They would be scorching.

Burning him.

There would also be a tell tale bulge in Asami's designer slacks but he wouldn't touch himself - no. He'll bide his time, wait until Akihito is wild with desire and wanton and absolutely ready for the taking and it's only then he'll fuck Akihito so good and so hard, just as he likes it.

"A-AHH!"

Suddenly, Akihito's back arches as he cries out, come splattering on the floor and tripod as he breathes like he just ran a marathon. His heart rate takes a long time to calm and He sags back down low onto his knees, feeling mellow and looking around lazily to check to see if his partner is anywhere but hears a snort from the other room so thankfully, he's still fast asleep.

Akihito reminds himself somewhere that he'll probably have to clean all this up later….Later…Yeah….

"….Yeah boss he's pretty drunk, there was a lot of giggling coming from their room."

"What are they doing?"

"Uh, I don't know boss I heard snoring…but I also heard - no, never mind."

"Kamui, spill…"

"Things like - like um…Moaning, boss."

Theres a pause as the usually unflappable Kamui tenses up, stood poised in the hallway to maybe run for his life - he's always been slightly terrified of Asami so he didn't want to report this unexpected turn of events to the man at all. Especially after five weeks of reporting only the simple, daily activities of one Takaba Akihito which has included nothing of the sort of sexual activity yet - did the boy finally show his true colours and cheat on Asami-sama? Could this boy be involved with something untoward?

"Find out what's going on."

"-Yes boss."

Kamui knocks on the door and tries to concoct a story in his head while he waits several minutes, then several more until he knocks again, harder this time on the wooden door frame. There's still no answer though so he enters anyway with a quiet "sumimasen…" Spotting immediately (and subsequently averting his eyes from) the naked young man sleeping, laying haphazardly draped over a pile of clothes and half a futon.

The suited man treads carefully, scrunching up his nose from the strong smell of alcohol and looking for any signs of the suspected betrayal by studying the apartment, heading towards the source of the ungodly noise practically rattling the walls. He peeks in the bathroom, registering that the room mate is fully dressed and asleep - no sign of suspicious activity. Hmm.

Back in the living room and seeing it from a different angle, Kamui spots the camera set up on a tripod and pointed at where the young Takaba Akihito is sleeping - could he be involved in something illicit? Is this actually why Asami-sama had asked Kamui to watch the boy secretly?

Approaching the camera he takes it off the stand, pressing the mode button putting it into view mode to confirm just what's going on here -

"Ah…Fuck." He says. "That's hot."

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"Asami-sama."

Kirishima places a well timed manilla envelope on Asami's mahogany desk, the man having been awaiting it's arrival since yesterday afternoon after having it specially couriered to Tokyo as apparently, it holds within it something that he will be very, very interested in. Naturally he's preparing himself for the worst.

The crime lord rips open the envelope elegantly to reveal a sixteen GB memory card, inserting it into the side of his desktop computer and getting perhaps a little impatient over the three point five seconds it takes it to load but when it does, he's rendered speechless for maybe the first time in his life.

"...Kirishima, go take lunch."

The mans secretary hesitates, thinking maybe he had misheard. Of course he must have, right?

"But, Asami-sama it's…Only ten thirty…."

All it takes is a look and Kirishima nudges up his glasses uncomfortably, muttering something about how he would actually like a coffee after all so he leaves immediately and from there, it's only a point of a second after the door clicks shut that Asami returns eagle and eager eyed to the computer screen, his elbow resting on the desk top and an index finger resting over his lips as a calming measure.

It's not helping.

Because, his little lover Akihito, for some inexplicable reason, is on his nineteen inch computer screen wearing nothing but a tiny red thong and on all fours, smiling mischevisiously into the camera. Right at Asami. His eyes are just the right amount of watery, he could be drunk on arousal but Asami knows better -

The kid's completely pissed.

Asami's index finger moves of it's own accord then, his eyes boring into the screen as he forwards his way through each of the photo's. He's willing himself there, in that room with Akihito where he is on his knees, touching himself so brazenly. Openly. He doesn't know whether to be jealous, furious, suspicious, for there is no one else in the photo's it's just his Akihito and he -

Asami's finger stops moving on the right arrow key at once and he skips back a few photo's to where Akihito is moaning, saying nothing much at all but at the same time, so much. These photo's are definitely showing how Akihito's pink, luscious lips are breathlessly and oh so sweetly forming around three familiar syllables and one familiar word...

ASAMI.

over and over again.

Asami lets out a noise thats somewhere between a growl and a moan and he thinks he may've just come in his pants. He can't help but eagerly tap through the rest of the shots faster and faster to take in how his damn cocky brat Akihito becoming undone, loosing himself with thoughts of Asami and oh how Asami is loosing it now.

That brat is going to pay dearly when he gets back to Japan….

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After some time (not even he will ever know how long he spent looking through, back and forth through those photo's) he eventually leans back from the computer slightly trying to distance himself from this already well established addiction. He wills his breathing to slow and his steadily growing, throbbing erection down even as his fingers can't stop indulging just once more, again and again, flipping through more, more and then suddenly - he stops. Realising that this is stupid, ridiculous even.

What's the point of flipping through them like this when he can just put them into a slide show instead?...

Needless to say that for the rest of that afternoon, successful businessman Asami Ryuichi, got no further work done. At all.