Three Yakuza and a Baby, Chapter 4 (Asami/Akihito)
Title: Three Yakuza and a Baby, Chapter 4: Asami’s surprise
Author: priestess_grrrl
Series: Viewfinder
Pairing: AsamixAkihito
Rating: R-ish for being pr0n-ish
Genre: drama with a side order of crack. Lots of drama this chappie.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3
Chapter 4: Asami's surprise
“I want to know what the hell is going on, and I want to know now!”
Asami stared. Akihito had just pulled a gun on him. His Akihito had just pulled his own gun on him. Asami couldn’t help it: he was as hard as the Rock of Gibraltar.
“Akihito…” He tried to keep the lust out of his voice, but he imagined he was failing.
It was a constant source of amazement to Asami that Akihito really had no idea at all what effect he had on other men. Even after he’d been the object of everyone’s desire from Japan to Hong Kong to Russia, he still didn’t get it. He just walked around like everyone was crazy and it had nothing whatsoever to do with him.
On the contrary. Asami couldn’t think of a single thing in the world more tempting than the beautiful boy pressing that hard metal weapon against his chest right now. With his pouty lips gently parted, his face deliciously flushed, his eyes flashing like a wounded animal, liable to strike with a fierceness hitherto unknown - how the hell did he expect Asami to react? At that moment, someone could have offered Asami control over every criminal organization in the world, gold and silver beyond measure, hell, even the promise to crown him Emperor of Creation, and he’d have turned them all down to be exactly where he was right now.
It took all of Asami’s considerable willpower not to grab Akihito, throw him down and fuck him immediately. The only reason he held back was that he was aware of the fact that Akihito didn’t know how to use a gun, and he didn’t want to accidentally hurt him. But goddamn it, the kid was making it tough.
“A-answer me, damn you!”
Akihito was hyperventilating, his sweat-slicked chest rising and falling in time with his ragged breath. It was the worst kind of torture for Asami to have to hold himself back from running his fingers all over that silky sweet skin.
“Akihito. You’ve never, ever pulled a gun on me. Ever.”
“Well there’s a first time for everything, isn’t there? Now tell me the truth! Did you just send that child into danger?”
Akihito was shaking all over, his fingers barely able to hold the gun. Asami breathed in his quivering fear and his seething anger like a wild animal, intoxicated by the irresistible pheromones. He moved a fraction of an inch closer, causing Akihito to press the barrel of the gun further into his ribcage. Asami tried not to purr.
“Whoever left that baby here knows exactly where it is. It’s just as safe with Feilong as it was here with you. Safer, even, because unlike you, Feilong actually knows how to use a gun.”
“Shut up! You sick twisted bastard! Kokoro is a she, not an it! And you’re lying! Kokoro… she… she’s…”
Asami could tell that he had almost won. Akihito’s hands faltered for a moment and he started to lower the gun, but his anger refueled his strength and he raised it again. It was the kind of rage that suited him best, Asami thought, righteous anger on behalf of someone even more innocent and helpless than he. A beautiful thing to behold. Akihito should really see himself like this. Maybe next time Asami should make a video.
“S-She’s not safer with Feilong; he’s fucking crazy, just like you! The fuck is the matter with you, that you would put an innocent child like that in danger, a child that might be… that might be…”
Damn you, Feilong. Now he knows. Well, it couldn’t be helped. Akihito was bound to find out sooner or later.
“Tell me the truth, goddamn it!!” Akihito’s voice was breaking; his eyes were glassy, his lower lip trembling. “Is… is Kokoro your child?”
Asami sighed.
“ASAMI!! Don’t fuck with me!”
Akihito's hands were trembling so hard on the gun that Asami was starting to get actually worried. Time to end this. Now.
“I don’t know, Akihito. That’s the truth.”
“W-what do you mean, you don’t know? How could you not know?”
“It’s… unlikely that the child is mine. Is that what you wanted to hear?”
“W-what I wanted to…? You’re - you’re just telling me what I want to hear?!”
He was very close to breaking; Asami could smell it. A tear slipped down Akihito’s cheek and his breath came in short, sharp gasps. Just give me an inch, kid. One inch, so I can get my hand over the muzzle and then the only one you’ll be able to hurt is me. Come on. One inch. You can do it.
Akihito started laughing quasi-hysterically. “Oh, I see. I get it now! What an idiot I am! How fucking stupid of me, to think that I was anything but one stop on the Asami Ryuichi World Sex Tour. To think I was under the foolish impression that you actually gave a fuck. Like I’ve seen you ever care about anyone, unless it had to do with guns or money or both. Well, fine! You just carry on with your baby making all you want, don’t let me get in your way. You fucking first class asshole!”
Almost had it. Almost. Asami shifted his weight back ever so slightly. One more centimeter, that’s it…
“I HATE YOU!!!”
Akihito screamed at the top of his lungs. Several things happened at once. The noise brought Asami’s men crashing through the door. Asami used the distraction and the final centimeter to grab the gun by the barrel and tear it out of Akihito’s trembling hands. Akihito tried to bolt, but Asami caught his arm.
“Lemme go, you cheating son of a bitch! I hate you!!”
Asami’s guards were looking to him for their cue. Luckily, he paid them enough that they never asked questions, even when faced with dubious situations like this one. He nodded them back out the door.
“I said let go of me, you bastard! You have no right to keep me here!”
“Akihito. This is your apartment.”
“Then… then you have no right to be here! Get out!”
“Calm down, Akihito.” Asami grabbed him by his upper arms and held him firmly, more to reassure himself than anything else. He’s safe. That’s all that matters. He can yell all he wants. As long as he’s safe.
“What the hell do you even keep me around for anyway? Why don’t you just go make some more babies while you’re at it?”
“Akihito…” Asami moved closer, sliding his hands up Akihito’s shoulders. “Where in God’s name did you get the idea that I don’t want you?” He leaned in, at last free to taste those quivering lips. Akihito went limp in his arms.
Then he pulled back and slapped Asami across the face.
Almost. Asami caught his hand mid-swing. But it was a valiant attempt.
“I’m not your little whore!”
“Akihi-”
“Stop calling me by my given name, as if we’re lovers!”
“Are we not?” Asami loosened his grip slightly.
“I… I don’t know what the hell we are!” Akihito covered his face with his hands. A sob escaped him. The despondent sound echoed through the now quiet apartment.
Asami tried to pretend it didn’t bother him, but it wasn’t working. As much as he would prefer not to, he was going to have to tell Akihito the truth. He sighed, running a hand through his hair.
“Look, Takaba. Think about this logically. This kid was conceived nine months ago. Do you remember where you were nine months ago?”
Akihito looked up, taking great gulps of air, trying to steady himself. “I-I was still in… s-still in Hong Kong.” He shivered involuntarily.
"Yes. And at that time, I was..." -worried to death- "...convalescing. It was not the easiest of times."
“It wasn’t exactly a walk in the park for me, either!” Akihito looked hurt.
“I am aware of that. However - ”
“So, what, I was gone, so you decided it’d be a swell time to go spread your seed all over creation?”
“No. But there were several times…” …when I was drunk out of my fucking mind.
“Several times what??”
“Several times I woke up with a hangover in certain… locations. With no memory of what had happened the night before.” Except for the memory of trying desperately to drink you out of my head.
“Certain… locations. You mean whorehouses.”
“It is a common Yakuza practice.”
“I am aware of that,” Akihito snapped. “So nice to know you were drinking and whoring around while I was being… being…”
Asami pulled Akihito close to him, and this time he didn’t resist. “Aki-… Takaba. That was never my intention. I…” I lost it. I completely fucking lost it. “I was wounded and frustrated. I had to make some difficult choices. Drinking seemed a better choice than pumping lead into people.” Which also happened. “I never intentionally set out to go to a whorehouse, but you go drinking with a bunch of horny Yakuza, and, well…”
“Shut up. You’re lying. You’re never that stupid. I’ve never seen you lose control like that.”
“You’ve never seen me without you.”
Something in Akihito’s face softened. “So… I do mean something to you.”
“Of course.”
“Are… are you just telling me what I want to hear again?”
“No…” Asami pulled Akihito even closer, breathing into his hair. “No.”
Asami could feel Akihito shaking, clutching desperately at the front of his suit, no longer able to hold back his tears.
"I... I d-don't want to share you," Akihito sniffed.
A strange feeling passed over Asami. It was a possessive feeling, but something more as well, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. Akihito hadn’t cried in his arms like this since… since he’d first been rescued, and he’d been so… damaged. Asami held him as tight as he could without hurting him, as if he could somehow absorb him into his skin. I’ve damaged him. By my own actions, I’ve…
This line of thinking made Asami extremely uncomfortable. In fact, this entire situation was making him uncomfortable. So he did the only thing he could think of: he reached down and grabbed Akihito between the legs.
“Asami!”
“What?”
“See, this is your problem, you’re a friggin’ sex addict! Are there any times when you’re not horny?”
Asami thought about it. “Maybe when I’m asleep.”
“God, you piss me off.” But he stayed close to Asami nevertheless. “So… you swear that was it? That was the only time you were with anybody else?”
“Yes, that was my only concern; the off chance that one of those prostitutes may have gotten pregnant.”
It was actually not uncommon for whores to try to get knocked up by Yakuza bosses on purpose in order to manipulate them for money. Asami had been exceedingly careless, and it was possible that it was going to cost him, big time. But Akihito didn’t need to know about that right now.
“There were no others? No other men? Promise?”
“Promise.” Well, unless you count that one kiss with Feilong. But that hardly counts. Right?
Akihito seemed satisfied; he snuggled closer. Asami reached down to kiss him, long and deep, and this time, Akihito allowed it.
“A-Asami?”
“Yes?”
“I… I guess you can have some tempura ice cream.”
“Thank you, Takaba.”
“It’s… Akihito.”
Author: priestess_grrrl
Series: Viewfinder
Pairing: AsamixAkihito
Rating: R-ish for being pr0n-ish
Genre: drama with a side order of crack. Lots of drama this chappie.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3
Chapter 4: Asami's surprise
“I want to know what the hell is going on, and I want to know now!”
Asami stared. Akihito had just pulled a gun on him. His Akihito had just pulled his own gun on him. Asami couldn’t help it: he was as hard as the Rock of Gibraltar.
“Akihito…” He tried to keep the lust out of his voice, but he imagined he was failing.
It was a constant source of amazement to Asami that Akihito really had no idea at all what effect he had on other men. Even after he’d been the object of everyone’s desire from Japan to Hong Kong to Russia, he still didn’t get it. He just walked around like everyone was crazy and it had nothing whatsoever to do with him.
On the contrary. Asami couldn’t think of a single thing in the world more tempting than the beautiful boy pressing that hard metal weapon against his chest right now. With his pouty lips gently parted, his face deliciously flushed, his eyes flashing like a wounded animal, liable to strike with a fierceness hitherto unknown - how the hell did he expect Asami to react? At that moment, someone could have offered Asami control over every criminal organization in the world, gold and silver beyond measure, hell, even the promise to crown him Emperor of Creation, and he’d have turned them all down to be exactly where he was right now.
It took all of Asami’s considerable willpower not to grab Akihito, throw him down and fuck him immediately. The only reason he held back was that he was aware of the fact that Akihito didn’t know how to use a gun, and he didn’t want to accidentally hurt him. But goddamn it, the kid was making it tough.
“A-answer me, damn you!”
Akihito was hyperventilating, his sweat-slicked chest rising and falling in time with his ragged breath. It was the worst kind of torture for Asami to have to hold himself back from running his fingers all over that silky sweet skin.
“Akihito. You’ve never, ever pulled a gun on me. Ever.”
“Well there’s a first time for everything, isn’t there? Now tell me the truth! Did you just send that child into danger?”
Akihito was shaking all over, his fingers barely able to hold the gun. Asami breathed in his quivering fear and his seething anger like a wild animal, intoxicated by the irresistible pheromones. He moved a fraction of an inch closer, causing Akihito to press the barrel of the gun further into his ribcage. Asami tried not to purr.
“Whoever left that baby here knows exactly where it is. It’s just as safe with Feilong as it was here with you. Safer, even, because unlike you, Feilong actually knows how to use a gun.”
“Shut up! You sick twisted bastard! Kokoro is a she, not an it! And you’re lying! Kokoro… she… she’s…”
Asami could tell that he had almost won. Akihito’s hands faltered for a moment and he started to lower the gun, but his anger refueled his strength and he raised it again. It was the kind of rage that suited him best, Asami thought, righteous anger on behalf of someone even more innocent and helpless than he. A beautiful thing to behold. Akihito should really see himself like this. Maybe next time Asami should make a video.
“S-She’s not safer with Feilong; he’s fucking crazy, just like you! The fuck is the matter with you, that you would put an innocent child like that in danger, a child that might be… that might be…”
Damn you, Feilong. Now he knows. Well, it couldn’t be helped. Akihito was bound to find out sooner or later.
“Tell me the truth, goddamn it!!” Akihito’s voice was breaking; his eyes were glassy, his lower lip trembling. “Is… is Kokoro your child?”
Asami sighed.
“ASAMI!! Don’t fuck with me!”
Akihito's hands were trembling so hard on the gun that Asami was starting to get actually worried. Time to end this. Now.
“I don’t know, Akihito. That’s the truth.”
“W-what do you mean, you don’t know? How could you not know?”
“It’s… unlikely that the child is mine. Is that what you wanted to hear?”
“W-what I wanted to…? You’re - you’re just telling me what I want to hear?!”
He was very close to breaking; Asami could smell it. A tear slipped down Akihito’s cheek and his breath came in short, sharp gasps. Just give me an inch, kid. One inch, so I can get my hand over the muzzle and then the only one you’ll be able to hurt is me. Come on. One inch. You can do it.
Akihito started laughing quasi-hysterically. “Oh, I see. I get it now! What an idiot I am! How fucking stupid of me, to think that I was anything but one stop on the Asami Ryuichi World Sex Tour. To think I was under the foolish impression that you actually gave a fuck. Like I’ve seen you ever care about anyone, unless it had to do with guns or money or both. Well, fine! You just carry on with your baby making all you want, don’t let me get in your way. You fucking first class asshole!”
Almost had it. Almost. Asami shifted his weight back ever so slightly. One more centimeter, that’s it…
“I HATE YOU!!!”
Akihito screamed at the top of his lungs. Several things happened at once. The noise brought Asami’s men crashing through the door. Asami used the distraction and the final centimeter to grab the gun by the barrel and tear it out of Akihito’s trembling hands. Akihito tried to bolt, but Asami caught his arm.
“Lemme go, you cheating son of a bitch! I hate you!!”
Asami’s guards were looking to him for their cue. Luckily, he paid them enough that they never asked questions, even when faced with dubious situations like this one. He nodded them back out the door.
“I said let go of me, you bastard! You have no right to keep me here!”
“Akihito. This is your apartment.”
“Then… then you have no right to be here! Get out!”
“Calm down, Akihito.” Asami grabbed him by his upper arms and held him firmly, more to reassure himself than anything else. He’s safe. That’s all that matters. He can yell all he wants. As long as he’s safe.
“What the hell do you even keep me around for anyway? Why don’t you just go make some more babies while you’re at it?”
“Akihito…” Asami moved closer, sliding his hands up Akihito’s shoulders. “Where in God’s name did you get the idea that I don’t want you?” He leaned in, at last free to taste those quivering lips. Akihito went limp in his arms.
Then he pulled back and slapped Asami across the face.
Almost. Asami caught his hand mid-swing. But it was a valiant attempt.
“I’m not your little whore!”
“Akihi-”
“Stop calling me by my given name, as if we’re lovers!”
“Are we not?” Asami loosened his grip slightly.
“I… I don’t know what the hell we are!” Akihito covered his face with his hands. A sob escaped him. The despondent sound echoed through the now quiet apartment.
Asami tried to pretend it didn’t bother him, but it wasn’t working. As much as he would prefer not to, he was going to have to tell Akihito the truth. He sighed, running a hand through his hair.
“Look, Takaba. Think about this logically. This kid was conceived nine months ago. Do you remember where you were nine months ago?”
Akihito looked up, taking great gulps of air, trying to steady himself. “I-I was still in… s-still in Hong Kong.” He shivered involuntarily.
"Yes. And at that time, I was..." -worried to death- "...convalescing. It was not the easiest of times."
“It wasn’t exactly a walk in the park for me, either!” Akihito looked hurt.
“I am aware of that. However - ”
“So, what, I was gone, so you decided it’d be a swell time to go spread your seed all over creation?”
“No. But there were several times…” …when I was drunk out of my fucking mind.
“Several times what??”
“Several times I woke up with a hangover in certain… locations. With no memory of what had happened the night before.” Except for the memory of trying desperately to drink you out of my head.
“Certain… locations. You mean whorehouses.”
“It is a common Yakuza practice.”
“I am aware of that,” Akihito snapped. “So nice to know you were drinking and whoring around while I was being… being…”
Asami pulled Akihito close to him, and this time he didn’t resist. “Aki-… Takaba. That was never my intention. I…” I lost it. I completely fucking lost it. “I was wounded and frustrated. I had to make some difficult choices. Drinking seemed a better choice than pumping lead into people.” Which also happened. “I never intentionally set out to go to a whorehouse, but you go drinking with a bunch of horny Yakuza, and, well…”
“Shut up. You’re lying. You’re never that stupid. I’ve never seen you lose control like that.”
“You’ve never seen me without you.”
Something in Akihito’s face softened. “So… I do mean something to you.”
“Of course.”
“Are… are you just telling me what I want to hear again?”
“No…” Asami pulled Akihito even closer, breathing into his hair. “No.”
Asami could feel Akihito shaking, clutching desperately at the front of his suit, no longer able to hold back his tears.
"I... I d-don't want to share you," Akihito sniffed.
A strange feeling passed over Asami. It was a possessive feeling, but something more as well, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. Akihito hadn’t cried in his arms like this since… since he’d first been rescued, and he’d been so… damaged. Asami held him as tight as he could without hurting him, as if he could somehow absorb him into his skin. I’ve damaged him. By my own actions, I’ve…
This line of thinking made Asami extremely uncomfortable. In fact, this entire situation was making him uncomfortable. So he did the only thing he could think of: he reached down and grabbed Akihito between the legs.
“Asami!”
“What?”
“See, this is your problem, you’re a friggin’ sex addict! Are there any times when you’re not horny?”
Asami thought about it. “Maybe when I’m asleep.”
“God, you piss me off.” But he stayed close to Asami nevertheless. “So… you swear that was it? That was the only time you were with anybody else?”
“Yes, that was my only concern; the off chance that one of those prostitutes may have gotten pregnant.”
It was actually not uncommon for whores to try to get knocked up by Yakuza bosses on purpose in order to manipulate them for money. Asami had been exceedingly careless, and it was possible that it was going to cost him, big time. But Akihito didn’t need to know about that right now.
“There were no others? No other men? Promise?”
“Promise.” Well, unless you count that one kiss with Feilong. But that hardly counts. Right?
Akihito seemed satisfied; he snuggled closer. Asami reached down to kiss him, long and deep, and this time, Akihito allowed it.
“A-Asami?”
“Yes?”
“I… I guess you can have some tempura ice cream.”
“Thank you, Takaba.”
“It’s… Akihito.”