Six Months Later - Part 3
As he staggers up the stairs to his apartment, Akihito glances at the midnight sky and inhales deeply the icy cold air. He shivers and Asami’s picture ripples once again his blurry mind. A deep sigh escapes him, then a chuckle. Wouldn’t it be funny if I had fainted in front of the boss? His thoughts race back to the day he is leaving behind: the quick escape from the office, the long aimless walk, the heavy smell of the dark bar. After the pain came bitterness, anger, despair, craving, and then, when all tears were drown in beer, came peace. This is really the end. No more illusions. No more secret hopes. Time to move on. As the young blond turns the key in the lock, a faint smile shines hesitantly on the tired, pale face.
The door closes, leaving him standing still in the dark space. Muscles tense, heart racing, smile frozen. It can’t be. He takes another breath. There’s no mistake. It’s the smell of his cigarettes. Stumbling in the dark, Akihito barges into the kitchen, then the living room. Nothing. With trembling hands he opens the door of the bedroom-and freezes. From the chair next to his bed, two glowing amber orbs are staring directly into his heart, casting their spell through the thin smoke of a cigarette.
“You’re late. Drinking in pathetic bars again, my kawaii Akihito?” The deep voice electrifies the young man. His whole body shivers. His mind is numb, his heart is frantic. Asami...
Suddenly, the image of the yakuza holding another man lashes his wits and rips through his confusion. Akihito feels the knot in his heart tighten with pain and blind rage. His heartbeat pounds on his temples, his cheeks burn, his voice comes out shrieking “Get out!” The words are swallowed by the void of the yakuza’s silence. The young man’s body is now shaking violently “I said GET OUT!”
Asami’s reply comes cold and sharp, like a blade. “You can’t order me around, Takaba.” He pauses, crushes his cigarette, lights another. “Won’t you ask me why I’m here?” Akihito's chuckle spits out anger “For my ass, of course. Have I ever been anything more than a fuck hole for you?” He can taste the bitterness on his lips “Let me guess, bastard: you fucked your sex toy unconscious too early in the night? By the way, congratulations. Your new whore is very pretty. And docile. He stands gracefully by your side. He even makes you look younger. Try not to get bored of him too soon!”
The blond bits his lip hard as stronger spasms torture his body and hot tears blur his eyes. Asami stands up, his amber gaze scorching the fragile, trembling body in front of him. “Thank you, I’m glad you approve of Ren.” He takes one step forward, cigarette in hand, voice ice-cold “He’s got a beautiful face, doesn’t he?" Another step. “Well, since you’re interested, let me tell you more about him. Ren is a model.” One more. “His body is well-toned and his ass is tight.” Getting closer. “His tongue is very skilled. Much better than yours, in fact.” He stands in front of the blond, caressing with his gaze the bleeding lip that whispers curses at him. “But the best thing about him is that he never complains when I come hard inside him” Asami bends over the shivering body, cups the wet cheek with his palm and whispers in the flushed ear “and cry out your name, Akihito.”
The door closes, leaving him standing still in the dark space. Muscles tense, heart racing, smile frozen. It can’t be. He takes another breath. There’s no mistake. It’s the smell of his cigarettes. Stumbling in the dark, Akihito barges into the kitchen, then the living room. Nothing. With trembling hands he opens the door of the bedroom-and freezes. From the chair next to his bed, two glowing amber orbs are staring directly into his heart, casting their spell through the thin smoke of a cigarette.
“You’re late. Drinking in pathetic bars again, my kawaii Akihito?” The deep voice electrifies the young man. His whole body shivers. His mind is numb, his heart is frantic. Asami...
Suddenly, the image of the yakuza holding another man lashes his wits and rips through his confusion. Akihito feels the knot in his heart tighten with pain and blind rage. His heartbeat pounds on his temples, his cheeks burn, his voice comes out shrieking “Get out!” The words are swallowed by the void of the yakuza’s silence. The young man’s body is now shaking violently “I said GET OUT!”
Asami’s reply comes cold and sharp, like a blade. “You can’t order me around, Takaba.” He pauses, crushes his cigarette, lights another. “Won’t you ask me why I’m here?” Akihito's chuckle spits out anger “For my ass, of course. Have I ever been anything more than a fuck hole for you?” He can taste the bitterness on his lips “Let me guess, bastard: you fucked your sex toy unconscious too early in the night? By the way, congratulations. Your new whore is very pretty. And docile. He stands gracefully by your side. He even makes you look younger. Try not to get bored of him too soon!”
The blond bits his lip hard as stronger spasms torture his body and hot tears blur his eyes. Asami stands up, his amber gaze scorching the fragile, trembling body in front of him. “Thank you, I’m glad you approve of Ren.” He takes one step forward, cigarette in hand, voice ice-cold “He’s got a beautiful face, doesn’t he?" Another step. “Well, since you’re interested, let me tell you more about him. Ren is a model.” One more. “His body is well-toned and his ass is tight.” Getting closer. “His tongue is very skilled. Much better than yours, in fact.” He stands in front of the blond, caressing with his gaze the bleeding lip that whispers curses at him. “But the best thing about him is that he never complains when I come hard inside him” Asami bends over the shivering body, cups the wet cheek with his palm and whispers in the flushed ear “and cry out your name, Akihito.”