Deep Kiss

Akihito glanced wearily at the two men standing near the corridor to the doorway. There was a black suitcase in between the two men, and the man with the glasses took the business bag from the taller raven with a nod. The two talked some more in a hushed voice, as if afraid that Akihito would hear them.

Not like I would ever want to! Akihito pouted and slumped further into the couch, pretending that his full attention is on the action movie that was currently playing on the television.

He has an ink of a feeling where his lover is heading to in the middle of the night, with a suitcase and loaded gun. There had been rumors that a shipment of a Japanese underground kingpin had been held by another yakuza group in Kyuushuu, along with ten hostages. Although he had long known and accepted what Asami does for living, Akihito never liked it, especially when it involved danger to his lover, or to any other people.

From the corner of his eye, he sees Kirishima pulling the suitcase out the corridor and Asami turned his golden eyes to him. Akihito immediately snapped his full attention to the television screen as the older man walked over to him. He ignored the other until Asami stopped beside the couch and caught Akihito's chin, turning the younger's face. The crimelord bent down and kissed Akihito liked his usual goodbye kisses, but the two lingered a breath away, hazel eyes staring deeply into golden ones. Concern laced over hazel orbs as they searched blazing gold, only to see determination and strength, as always. His hands tightened atop the couch, Akihito bit onto the bottom of his lip.

Asami softened at his lover's worried expression, and gave in when the younger pulled their lips together again. He opened his mouth and welcomed Akihito's tongue and lips, pressing onto his in desperation. The photographer's fingers laced into his raven locks, yanking and pulling him closer and closer. Their lips moved in a sensational slow joining, Asami responding with equal strength to his lover's, breathing in deeply each other's scent.

They pulled apart a few minutes later, Asami straightened and tousled Akihito's light locks in assurance and affection.

"Be good, kitten. I'll be back in a few days." Asami's voice was steady and strong, smoothing Akihito's spiking nerves.

Hazel eyes followed as the crimelord picked up his suitcase and walked out of the living room. A few moments later, Akihito heard the front door open and close, his eyes still on where he last saw his lover's broad back.

Be Careful.