Fic: Viewfinder
Title: Planning (Part 2)
Author: Me
Word count: 3 182
Pairing: Asami & Akihito
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Characters not mine, plot is.
Author's note: You should probably read the first part for this to make sense, which is here.
Akihito was nursing a cup of milk, watching cartoons on morning television when it occured to him how to spend Asami's money. As Jerry dashed under a gigantic, ornate coffee table in the dining room of a grand castle, pursued hotly by an rabid Tom, Akihito slurped down the milk and grinned to himself.
-
"Asami-sama, there's a package for you."
Asami looked up. He didn't miss Suoh's slightly discomfited look. No, not discomfited- more like bemused.
"It's from Takaba," the bodyguard said without being prompted.
"Bring it in."
Suoh did something that was almost a squirm. It would have been a squirm on a normal person. On Suoh it was a controlled twitch that nonetheless raised Asami's eyebrows just a notch.
"It's a big package," Suoh said.
"How big?"
"Quite... large, Asami-sama. I think you should look at it before you decide if you want it... carried in."
Asami placed the papers he had been perusing on the table and stood. Takaba never failed to entertain, and he was sure he wouldn't be disappointed. "Show me."
Suoh led Asami down to the basement. The basement was filled with large wooden crates, some of them taller than him, all of them filled with dubious equipment. As Asami entered the large, well-lighted space, his eyes alighted on the large, gleaming table standing in the middle of the room. He went over to it and examined it.
It was made of gleaming stainless steel and was evidently meant to be some form of modern art; to Asami's eye it was just a table that was twisted into some horribly deformed shape. It was as deformed as it could be while still being a table. The surface was not smooth but pitted and whorled, with deep grooves and ridges; the top of the table was three inches thick. The table was caught somewhere between round and square and looked like a spectacularly incompetent woodcutter had taken a chainsaw to an extremely large tree. And then set it on fire.
"Interesting," Asami finally said, taking a drag on his cigarette. "Very ugly, but usable. Take it in."
Suoh gave a polite cough. "Asami-sama..."
"What?"
"The table will be taken in now, of course, but that wasn't the package."
"Then?"
Suoh seemed to be struggling with his words, but Asami followed his eyes across the room as Kirishima, somehow still managing to look dignified and respectable, emerged from a crate the size of a truck while herding out a group of thick woolly sheep in front of him.
"That's it, Asami-sama," Suoh said respectfully, bowing his head. If Asami didn't know better he'd swear the man was grinning.
Well, sheep were not too bad.
"Alright," Asami said. "Send it to the Akane club. Perhaps some of the patrons are interested in bestiality. You never know."
"And if they're not?"
"Slaughter them."
"Asami-sama," Kirishima said with a straight face. "There's also a panther and a jaguar in cages in the crate."
"Interesting. Perhaps I will keep them as pets."
"Shall I have them moved to your apartment?" Suoh inquired.
"Somehow I don't think so, Suoh. Is there anything else that needs my attention?"
Kirishima coughed. "Not personally, Asami-sama. There are several packages, however..."
"What?"
"We also received a shipment of five Wagyu cows, three Thoroughbred horses, six Alsatian dogs, thirteen Siamese cats, thirty-three chickens, eight iguanas, twenty turtles, two owls, forty white rats, ten normal goldfish, ten Arowana fish, and sixteen homing pigeons."
Silence reigned for a minute.
"I don't suppose there's a clown hiding in one of the boxes?"
"I'm afraid not, Asami-sama."
"Afraid not?"
Another beat of silence.
"And where are they being stored?"
"Outside, Asami-sama. We feared they would break out and damage the objects in here."
"Indeed."
For a third time silence reigned, almost comically. What to do, what to do... Asami eyed the sheep. One of them looked at him, as if glaring, and gave an indignant bleat.
"Very well. Have the horses, cows and dogs shipped to my country estate. Organise a lottery in Sion tonight, with the cats, iguanas, Arowanas and turtles as prizes. It will be entertainment for the guests, if nothing else. Have the goldfish put into the display fish tanks. Distribute the rats and pigeons among the staff. Tell them it's a bonus."
Suoh and Kirishima nodded, if dubiously. "And the chickens and owls, Asami-sama?"
Asami looked at the both of them for a while, before saying, almost slyly, "I think perhaps you should each take an owl and divide the chickens between you. Akihito will be devastated if we slaughter the animals."
In the following silence, Asami left the storeroom.
Takaba had also sent a letter with the 'packages'. In his office, Asami slit open the envelope neatly and read:
Asshole,
These animals are for you. I hope they make your life difficult. Please do not slaughter them, after all these animals have not taken any incriminating photos of you. Maybe the panther or the jaguar will take a bite out of you although maybe not, you are too old and tough for them to chew easily. And also I do not think they want to eat someone who smokes as much as you do, they will probably choke on the smoke. I suppose the best thing that could happen is that all the animals take a crap on your nice clean floors.
You told me once you consider weak men to be like cattle, lead around by their nose rings. I hope you will enjoy manipulating these cattle just as much.
Yours truly,
T.A
Asami lit another cigarette, inhaled deeply, and chuckled. Oh, Akihito...
--
Going home from work, Akihito stopped at a trendy shopping mall to buy more stuff. It was almost fun, spending all this money on expensive stuff, even if he didn’t use it himself. There was just something enjoyable about spending money. Akihito could understand how people came to crave money; he himself had never been able to go out and simply buy whatever he liked. There was always a budget, a limit... it was almost intoxicating to walk in a store and know he could buy anything.
Technically he knew it wasn’t working: although he was wasting money -like a spendthrift mistress, somehow Akihito couldn’t stop himself from making the comparison- it was all on buying ludicrous stuff for Asami. For one thing he wanted to see how far he could go before Asami did something. By his estimations he had spent a few million yen already- hardly a small amount. Although perhaps it was just chump change for Asami. But still. What else could he buy, a space rocket?
No, his mind said, an airplane. Akihito snorted to himself. Asami probably already had a private jet.
And of course it was nice, spending money freely for once in his life...
And another motivation, one that he felt more deeply, was to find something that Asami liked. But what would Asami like that he wouldn’t already have himself? Akihito wanted to buy him something different, something special, that the man would remember and, if not treasure, keep. For when he left Akihito. If he left Akihito.
No, Akihito said fiercely to himself, stopping so abruptly in his tracks that a lady ran into him. He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he hardly heard her apologies. It couldn’t go on like this. Akihito was a liability to Asami, a weak point. And vice-versa. Images of Asami hurt, bandaged, crept into his mind. Hong Kong couldn’t, mustn’t happen again. Asami mustn’t be hurt again.
And you? His mind asked. What about you being hurt?
Akihito shook the thoughts angrily out of his head and strode on, holding the shopping bags closer to himself. Time to go home.
--
When the boxes started to stack up precariously high in his office, Asami inquired of Kirishima, “How’s the boy’s spending habits?”
Kirishima perused a small notebook before tucking it back into his suit. “Quite lavish, Asami-sama. He appears to buy anything he fancies.”
“And then ships it over here.”
“It appears so, Asami-sama.”
“What’s the total expenditure so far?”
Kirishima checked again. “Close to seven million yen.”
There was a knock on the door.
“Come in.”
Suoh entered. “Another set of gifts from Takaba, sir.”
“Tell me.” After the third batch of ‘gifts’, Asami ordered his men to start making lists so they wouldn’t have to bring Asami down to the basement every time.
“Ten bottles of Christian Dior perfume, thirty neckties, six dog collars inlaid with sapphires, fifteen Mont Blanc pens, twenty Apple Macbooks, five cases of 1988 Cabernet Sauvignon from France, two plane tickets to Switzerland, a twenty-eight-inch flatscreen TV, a gold-handled walking stick, two leather sofas, three massage chairs, one gold cigarette case studded with amethysts, diamonds and opals and six silver-and-titanium cigarette cases. And one silver ring inlaid with a ruby stone.” Suoh stepped forward and deposited a letter on the table. “From Takaba.”
“Very lavish,” Asami said calmly. “Really, I wonder... but never mind. Have the containers brought to the warehouse. I cannot have my office treated like a storeroom.”
“Yes, Asami-sama.”
As his two bodyguards left the room, Asami tapped his pen on the table thoughtfully. It made a satisfying ding. He had had the boy’s ugly table brought up to his office, and he was quite fond of the ugly contraption, actually. He could already imagine Akihito’s indignant complains on being screwed on such a cold surface.
His fault for buying a steel table.
As before, Asami slit open the letter and read it.
Perverted yakuza crimelord,
The dog collars are for the dogs, which I assume you have sent to somewhere and not killed. An old man like you needs a walking stick so he does not fall over when walking in the street, especially since it rains a lot recently. I bought plenty of cigarette cases for you to store all your cigarettes, and I hope you will wear that god-awful perfume and stink of flowers for the rest of the day instead of your usual whatever-you-call-it perfume or whatever. I hope you like the neckties, I know I didn’t. Maybe you and Kirishima and Suoh can split the laptops between you, I’m sure it’ll come in handy. And if you get drunk on the wine, please do not shoot anyone. An old man like you shouldn’t have any shocks, it’s bad for the heart. Tell your crappy men to stop tailing me and go screw yourself. Maybe with the ring, although it’s small. After all your dick should be just about the right size for it.
Yours truly,
T.A
“My cute Akihito,” Asami said aloud, but quietly, as he folded up the letter. “Up to no good again. What do you think you are doing, hmm?” and then he smiled a quiet, terrifying smile to himself.
“Two plane tickets to Switzerland?”
--
Akihito was not a stranger to waking up in strange places- couches, floors, cars, on a crazy perverted yakuza’s table tied up like a piece of prime meat- but he had to admit, never an airplane. And to top it off, the plane was flying.
But of course, Asami’s mocking smile, the first thing he saw as he opened his eyes, was a norm with these occasions.
“You bastard!” Akihito spat venomously, scrambling to his feet and backing away. “Asshole! Where are we?”
“On our way to Switzerland,” the older man replied. “You booked the tickets.”
“Damn you, this isn’t a commercial airline! It’s your own plane!” It was quite evident from the fact that there were only four seats, with the two of them as the sole passengers, and that the place was decorated like the bedroom of a palace.
Akihito stumbled back as they hit turbulence as the plane shifted under their feet.
“I have to go to work tomorrow! Stop this!”
“How? We’re already in the air.”
“Turn back!”
“We have to land first. I can’t just make the pilot turn around.” Asami’s eyes glinted. From his unusually mellow tone Akihito could tell he was in a good mood, which was a good thing, just not for his ass.
“Stop it,” Akihito said, backing up as far as he could. Which was not very far. “It was just a joke.”
“An expensive joke.”
“I’ll pay you back.”
“I know.” Asami smiled then, and Akihito had never seen anything so singularly terrifying since... the last time Asami smiled that terrifyingly calm smile that promised a thousand horrible things.
Well. Not horrible. Just exhausting. But quite enjoyable...
Asami stood up and Akihito backed up, right into a plush chair. He fell into it, the soft material cushioning him, as Asami strode over with a glint in his eye.
“It’s a long flight. How about some entertainment?”
“How about no?” Akihito said, trying to scowl as anticipation crawled up his spine.
“I have a lot of things to show you,” Asami said, still smiling, and he reached up and plucked a bag from the overhead compartment. He laid it on a table next to Akihito’s chair and began pulling out things.
Akihito watched, puzzled. First to emerge was the gold-handled walking-stick, which made Akihito smirk a little. (He hadn’t been able to resist- seeing it in the store, he just knew it would be the perfect opportunity to snub the man about his age.) And then a selection of Mont Blanc pens, still shiny and perfect. And then two objects that made Akihito swallow.
One was a box of pristine neckties, and the other, which Asami dangled on a finger, smiling down at him, was a diamond-studded collar.
“My dogs have collars already,” Asami said, eyes glittering. “So I thought we could put this to better use.”
Akihito tried to escape then, but he never had a chance. Not really.
--
“Please,” Akihito gasped. “Please- Asami-”
“Yes, Akihito?”
Akihito just sobbed as the hard walking stick, impossibly hard and long, slid deeper, sliding against sensitive nerves. It was not very thick, but it was- obviously- long, and Akihito felt as if Asami were shoving it up into his stomach.
“Is it too much, Akihito?” Asami purred, sliding a hand up his slick chest and tweaking a nipple. The boy was seated quite comfortably in his lap, hands bound behind his back securely. The collar was smooth and warm around his neck, a perfect fit.
“Please,” Akihito whimpered.
Asami hummed in his ear as he drew the stick out, before sliding it back in again and reveling in the long, low moan as Akihito drowned in the sensations.
“Please,” Akihito pleaded. “Too- deep-“
“Hush,” Asami whispered, wrapping an arm around the thin body. “I won’t hurt you. But that’s what you get for making fun of me.”
“No- more-“
“Really?”
“Yes-” Akihito cried. “Please!”
“Please what, Akihito?”
The stick, sliding slowly and torturously out of his body, was not enough. It was too thin, too cold... it was not Asami. Akihito gave a long, deep shudder against Asami, his body racked with arousal and over-stimulation.
“You just have to say it,” Asami’s voice was as rich and smooth as velvet in his ear, curling into his mind and taking root. “I’ll give you all you want and more, Takaba... if you ask...”
Akihito writhed like a drowning man, face and body flushing red with embarrassment and desire, hands scraping uselessly against Asami’s chest, before he whispered, “Take me.”
Smiling almost gently, Asami drew out the stick and tossed it away. It clattered on the floor.
Suddenly Akihito’s world turned black as something soft obscured his vision and he struggled, even as his arousal spiked.
“Shhh,” Asami said soothingly. “I’ll make you feel really good, Akihito. Just be a good boy.” He slid his hand down the boy’s stomach and gripped his arousal, stroking slowly.
“Please...”
With his vision gone, all he could do was feel. Asami’s warm, clothed chest behind him; the smooth silk tickling his bare legs, the warm, large hand around his member, the collar snug around his neck, letting him know he was trapped, Asami’s hot breath against his ear. Akihito bucked into the hand gripping him and mewled as fingers probed his entrance, sliding deep.
“I want you,” Akihito breathed, and he thought he heard an intake of breath but suddenly Asami was gripping his hips and raising him up and something blunt and slippery was poking at his ass. He cried out as Asami slid in, gravity pushing him down on the man.
“Wait,” he cried, as pain and pleasure crested in his veins. “Wait- ahh- Asami- too big-”
“Shhh.”
“It hurts,” Akihito sobbed, suddenly terrified at the throbbing heat inside of him, stretching him mercilessly wide and bare. Tears pricked his eyes as his body clenched around the intruder, fighting the intrusion. Asami was large and Akihito was feeling it, gasping at the agony of being penetrated without sufficient preparation, his muscles trying to resist. The man’s girth throbbed within him, filling him with heat, and even through the pain his arousal hardened and intensified.
“Give in, Akihito,” Asami’s hand gripped his hips tightly and pushed him down a fraction more, forcing him upon the thick shaft, even as the other hand started to stroke him gently.
“No-“ Akihito gasped as Asami forced himself another inch deeper, “Ah!”
It was almost torture and there was no way to run, no way to escape as Asami claimed him, driving into his body and pulling back just to slide even deeper than before, making Akihito weep and scream at the overwhelming sensation. Asami was everywhere- his hands, his scent, his words snaking around Akihito’s mind and his lips, pressing against his neck and shoulder and back, his warmth pressing down on him and only then Akihito realized that he was lying on the couch, chest pressed against the slick leather, Asami curled over him and pressing him down until he almost couldn’t breathe as the man slid deeper and deeper, pressing against his prostrate and making him thrash feebly as pleasure sparked up his spine.
Asami rose then, one hand braced against his back, and he began to move- long, smooth thrusts that made Akihito writhe, moaning and weeping as Asami went deep and hard, and he knew Asami would just go on and on and on, much longer than he himself could stand, until everything went grey and his world was nothing but Asami. Asami slid in, filling him until he was so full, so deep, throbbing and hot, claiming Akihito completely and laying him bare until there were no more lies, and doing it again and again and again.
Something warm lapped at his face and he realized, sluggishly, that Asami was licking his tears.
“Does it hurt, Takaba?”
“Please,” he gasped mindlessly as fingers played over his skin. “Please- more-“
Asami gathered him up into his strong arms, a barricade stronger than steel and ropes, and as he slid home and Akihito’s vision went white, he said, “Mine.”
Author: Me
Word count: 3 182
Pairing: Asami & Akihito
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Characters not mine, plot is.
Author's note: You should probably read the first part for this to make sense, which is here.
Akihito was nursing a cup of milk, watching cartoons on morning television when it occured to him how to spend Asami's money. As Jerry dashed under a gigantic, ornate coffee table in the dining room of a grand castle, pursued hotly by an rabid Tom, Akihito slurped down the milk and grinned to himself.
-
"Asami-sama, there's a package for you."
Asami looked up. He didn't miss Suoh's slightly discomfited look. No, not discomfited- more like bemused.
"It's from Takaba," the bodyguard said without being prompted.
"Bring it in."
Suoh did something that was almost a squirm. It would have been a squirm on a normal person. On Suoh it was a controlled twitch that nonetheless raised Asami's eyebrows just a notch.
"It's a big package," Suoh said.
"How big?"
"Quite... large, Asami-sama. I think you should look at it before you decide if you want it... carried in."
Asami placed the papers he had been perusing on the table and stood. Takaba never failed to entertain, and he was sure he wouldn't be disappointed. "Show me."
Suoh led Asami down to the basement. The basement was filled with large wooden crates, some of them taller than him, all of them filled with dubious equipment. As Asami entered the large, well-lighted space, his eyes alighted on the large, gleaming table standing in the middle of the room. He went over to it and examined it.
It was made of gleaming stainless steel and was evidently meant to be some form of modern art; to Asami's eye it was just a table that was twisted into some horribly deformed shape. It was as deformed as it could be while still being a table. The surface was not smooth but pitted and whorled, with deep grooves and ridges; the top of the table was three inches thick. The table was caught somewhere between round and square and looked like a spectacularly incompetent woodcutter had taken a chainsaw to an extremely large tree. And then set it on fire.
"Interesting," Asami finally said, taking a drag on his cigarette. "Very ugly, but usable. Take it in."
Suoh gave a polite cough. "Asami-sama..."
"What?"
"The table will be taken in now, of course, but that wasn't the package."
"Then?"
Suoh seemed to be struggling with his words, but Asami followed his eyes across the room as Kirishima, somehow still managing to look dignified and respectable, emerged from a crate the size of a truck while herding out a group of thick woolly sheep in front of him.
"That's it, Asami-sama," Suoh said respectfully, bowing his head. If Asami didn't know better he'd swear the man was grinning.
Well, sheep were not too bad.
"Alright," Asami said. "Send it to the Akane club. Perhaps some of the patrons are interested in bestiality. You never know."
"And if they're not?"
"Slaughter them."
"Asami-sama," Kirishima said with a straight face. "There's also a panther and a jaguar in cages in the crate."
"Interesting. Perhaps I will keep them as pets."
"Shall I have them moved to your apartment?" Suoh inquired.
"Somehow I don't think so, Suoh. Is there anything else that needs my attention?"
Kirishima coughed. "Not personally, Asami-sama. There are several packages, however..."
"What?"
"We also received a shipment of five Wagyu cows, three Thoroughbred horses, six Alsatian dogs, thirteen Siamese cats, thirty-three chickens, eight iguanas, twenty turtles, two owls, forty white rats, ten normal goldfish, ten Arowana fish, and sixteen homing pigeons."
Silence reigned for a minute.
"I don't suppose there's a clown hiding in one of the boxes?"
"I'm afraid not, Asami-sama."
"Afraid not?"
Another beat of silence.
"And where are they being stored?"
"Outside, Asami-sama. We feared they would break out and damage the objects in here."
"Indeed."
For a third time silence reigned, almost comically. What to do, what to do... Asami eyed the sheep. One of them looked at him, as if glaring, and gave an indignant bleat.
"Very well. Have the horses, cows and dogs shipped to my country estate. Organise a lottery in Sion tonight, with the cats, iguanas, Arowanas and turtles as prizes. It will be entertainment for the guests, if nothing else. Have the goldfish put into the display fish tanks. Distribute the rats and pigeons among the staff. Tell them it's a bonus."
Suoh and Kirishima nodded, if dubiously. "And the chickens and owls, Asami-sama?"
Asami looked at the both of them for a while, before saying, almost slyly, "I think perhaps you should each take an owl and divide the chickens between you. Akihito will be devastated if we slaughter the animals."
In the following silence, Asami left the storeroom.
Takaba had also sent a letter with the 'packages'. In his office, Asami slit open the envelope neatly and read:
Asshole,
These animals are for you. I hope they make your life difficult. Please do not slaughter them, after all these animals have not taken any incriminating photos of you. Maybe the panther or the jaguar will take a bite out of you although maybe not, you are too old and tough for them to chew easily. And also I do not think they want to eat someone who smokes as much as you do, they will probably choke on the smoke. I suppose the best thing that could happen is that all the animals take a crap on your nice clean floors.
You told me once you consider weak men to be like cattle, lead around by their nose rings. I hope you will enjoy manipulating these cattle just as much.
Yours truly,
T.A
Asami lit another cigarette, inhaled deeply, and chuckled. Oh, Akihito...
--
Going home from work, Akihito stopped at a trendy shopping mall to buy more stuff. It was almost fun, spending all this money on expensive stuff, even if he didn’t use it himself. There was just something enjoyable about spending money. Akihito could understand how people came to crave money; he himself had never been able to go out and simply buy whatever he liked. There was always a budget, a limit... it was almost intoxicating to walk in a store and know he could buy anything.
Technically he knew it wasn’t working: although he was wasting money -like a spendthrift mistress, somehow Akihito couldn’t stop himself from making the comparison- it was all on buying ludicrous stuff for Asami. For one thing he wanted to see how far he could go before Asami did something. By his estimations he had spent a few million yen already- hardly a small amount. Although perhaps it was just chump change for Asami. But still. What else could he buy, a space rocket?
No, his mind said, an airplane. Akihito snorted to himself. Asami probably already had a private jet.
And of course it was nice, spending money freely for once in his life...
And another motivation, one that he felt more deeply, was to find something that Asami liked. But what would Asami like that he wouldn’t already have himself? Akihito wanted to buy him something different, something special, that the man would remember and, if not treasure, keep. For when he left Akihito. If he left Akihito.
No, Akihito said fiercely to himself, stopping so abruptly in his tracks that a lady ran into him. He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he hardly heard her apologies. It couldn’t go on like this. Akihito was a liability to Asami, a weak point. And vice-versa. Images of Asami hurt, bandaged, crept into his mind. Hong Kong couldn’t, mustn’t happen again. Asami mustn’t be hurt again.
And you? His mind asked. What about you being hurt?
Akihito shook the thoughts angrily out of his head and strode on, holding the shopping bags closer to himself. Time to go home.
--
When the boxes started to stack up precariously high in his office, Asami inquired of Kirishima, “How’s the boy’s spending habits?”
Kirishima perused a small notebook before tucking it back into his suit. “Quite lavish, Asami-sama. He appears to buy anything he fancies.”
“And then ships it over here.”
“It appears so, Asami-sama.”
“What’s the total expenditure so far?”
Kirishima checked again. “Close to seven million yen.”
There was a knock on the door.
“Come in.”
Suoh entered. “Another set of gifts from Takaba, sir.”
“Tell me.” After the third batch of ‘gifts’, Asami ordered his men to start making lists so they wouldn’t have to bring Asami down to the basement every time.
“Ten bottles of Christian Dior perfume, thirty neckties, six dog collars inlaid with sapphires, fifteen Mont Blanc pens, twenty Apple Macbooks, five cases of 1988 Cabernet Sauvignon from France, two plane tickets to Switzerland, a twenty-eight-inch flatscreen TV, a gold-handled walking stick, two leather sofas, three massage chairs, one gold cigarette case studded with amethysts, diamonds and opals and six silver-and-titanium cigarette cases. And one silver ring inlaid with a ruby stone.” Suoh stepped forward and deposited a letter on the table. “From Takaba.”
“Very lavish,” Asami said calmly. “Really, I wonder... but never mind. Have the containers brought to the warehouse. I cannot have my office treated like a storeroom.”
“Yes, Asami-sama.”
As his two bodyguards left the room, Asami tapped his pen on the table thoughtfully. It made a satisfying ding. He had had the boy’s ugly table brought up to his office, and he was quite fond of the ugly contraption, actually. He could already imagine Akihito’s indignant complains on being screwed on such a cold surface.
His fault for buying a steel table.
As before, Asami slit open the letter and read it.
Perverted yakuza crimelord,
The dog collars are for the dogs, which I assume you have sent to somewhere and not killed. An old man like you needs a walking stick so he does not fall over when walking in the street, especially since it rains a lot recently. I bought plenty of cigarette cases for you to store all your cigarettes, and I hope you will wear that god-awful perfume and stink of flowers for the rest of the day instead of your usual whatever-you-call-it perfume or whatever. I hope you like the neckties, I know I didn’t. Maybe you and Kirishima and Suoh can split the laptops between you, I’m sure it’ll come in handy. And if you get drunk on the wine, please do not shoot anyone. An old man like you shouldn’t have any shocks, it’s bad for the heart. Tell your crappy men to stop tailing me and go screw yourself. Maybe with the ring, although it’s small. After all your dick should be just about the right size for it.
Yours truly,
T.A
“My cute Akihito,” Asami said aloud, but quietly, as he folded up the letter. “Up to no good again. What do you think you are doing, hmm?” and then he smiled a quiet, terrifying smile to himself.
“Two plane tickets to Switzerland?”
--
Akihito was not a stranger to waking up in strange places- couches, floors, cars, on a crazy perverted yakuza’s table tied up like a piece of prime meat- but he had to admit, never an airplane. And to top it off, the plane was flying.
But of course, Asami’s mocking smile, the first thing he saw as he opened his eyes, was a norm with these occasions.
“You bastard!” Akihito spat venomously, scrambling to his feet and backing away. “Asshole! Where are we?”
“On our way to Switzerland,” the older man replied. “You booked the tickets.”
“Damn you, this isn’t a commercial airline! It’s your own plane!” It was quite evident from the fact that there were only four seats, with the two of them as the sole passengers, and that the place was decorated like the bedroom of a palace.
Akihito stumbled back as they hit turbulence as the plane shifted under their feet.
“I have to go to work tomorrow! Stop this!”
“How? We’re already in the air.”
“Turn back!”
“We have to land first. I can’t just make the pilot turn around.” Asami’s eyes glinted. From his unusually mellow tone Akihito could tell he was in a good mood, which was a good thing, just not for his ass.
“Stop it,” Akihito said, backing up as far as he could. Which was not very far. “It was just a joke.”
“An expensive joke.”
“I’ll pay you back.”
“I know.” Asami smiled then, and Akihito had never seen anything so singularly terrifying since... the last time Asami smiled that terrifyingly calm smile that promised a thousand horrible things.
Well. Not horrible. Just exhausting. But quite enjoyable...
Asami stood up and Akihito backed up, right into a plush chair. He fell into it, the soft material cushioning him, as Asami strode over with a glint in his eye.
“It’s a long flight. How about some entertainment?”
“How about no?” Akihito said, trying to scowl as anticipation crawled up his spine.
“I have a lot of things to show you,” Asami said, still smiling, and he reached up and plucked a bag from the overhead compartment. He laid it on a table next to Akihito’s chair and began pulling out things.
Akihito watched, puzzled. First to emerge was the gold-handled walking-stick, which made Akihito smirk a little. (He hadn’t been able to resist- seeing it in the store, he just knew it would be the perfect opportunity to snub the man about his age.) And then a selection of Mont Blanc pens, still shiny and perfect. And then two objects that made Akihito swallow.
One was a box of pristine neckties, and the other, which Asami dangled on a finger, smiling down at him, was a diamond-studded collar.
“My dogs have collars already,” Asami said, eyes glittering. “So I thought we could put this to better use.”
Akihito tried to escape then, but he never had a chance. Not really.
--
“Please,” Akihito gasped. “Please- Asami-”
“Yes, Akihito?”
Akihito just sobbed as the hard walking stick, impossibly hard and long, slid deeper, sliding against sensitive nerves. It was not very thick, but it was- obviously- long, and Akihito felt as if Asami were shoving it up into his stomach.
“Is it too much, Akihito?” Asami purred, sliding a hand up his slick chest and tweaking a nipple. The boy was seated quite comfortably in his lap, hands bound behind his back securely. The collar was smooth and warm around his neck, a perfect fit.
“Please,” Akihito whimpered.
Asami hummed in his ear as he drew the stick out, before sliding it back in again and reveling in the long, low moan as Akihito drowned in the sensations.
“Please,” Akihito pleaded. “Too- deep-“
“Hush,” Asami whispered, wrapping an arm around the thin body. “I won’t hurt you. But that’s what you get for making fun of me.”
“No- more-“
“Really?”
“Yes-” Akihito cried. “Please!”
“Please what, Akihito?”
The stick, sliding slowly and torturously out of his body, was not enough. It was too thin, too cold... it was not Asami. Akihito gave a long, deep shudder against Asami, his body racked with arousal and over-stimulation.
“You just have to say it,” Asami’s voice was as rich and smooth as velvet in his ear, curling into his mind and taking root. “I’ll give you all you want and more, Takaba... if you ask...”
Akihito writhed like a drowning man, face and body flushing red with embarrassment and desire, hands scraping uselessly against Asami’s chest, before he whispered, “Take me.”
Smiling almost gently, Asami drew out the stick and tossed it away. It clattered on the floor.
Suddenly Akihito’s world turned black as something soft obscured his vision and he struggled, even as his arousal spiked.
“Shhh,” Asami said soothingly. “I’ll make you feel really good, Akihito. Just be a good boy.” He slid his hand down the boy’s stomach and gripped his arousal, stroking slowly.
“Please...”
With his vision gone, all he could do was feel. Asami’s warm, clothed chest behind him; the smooth silk tickling his bare legs, the warm, large hand around his member, the collar snug around his neck, letting him know he was trapped, Asami’s hot breath against his ear. Akihito bucked into the hand gripping him and mewled as fingers probed his entrance, sliding deep.
“I want you,” Akihito breathed, and he thought he heard an intake of breath but suddenly Asami was gripping his hips and raising him up and something blunt and slippery was poking at his ass. He cried out as Asami slid in, gravity pushing him down on the man.
“Wait,” he cried, as pain and pleasure crested in his veins. “Wait- ahh- Asami- too big-”
“Shhh.”
“It hurts,” Akihito sobbed, suddenly terrified at the throbbing heat inside of him, stretching him mercilessly wide and bare. Tears pricked his eyes as his body clenched around the intruder, fighting the intrusion. Asami was large and Akihito was feeling it, gasping at the agony of being penetrated without sufficient preparation, his muscles trying to resist. The man’s girth throbbed within him, filling him with heat, and even through the pain his arousal hardened and intensified.
“Give in, Akihito,” Asami’s hand gripped his hips tightly and pushed him down a fraction more, forcing him upon the thick shaft, even as the other hand started to stroke him gently.
“No-“ Akihito gasped as Asami forced himself another inch deeper, “Ah!”
It was almost torture and there was no way to run, no way to escape as Asami claimed him, driving into his body and pulling back just to slide even deeper than before, making Akihito weep and scream at the overwhelming sensation. Asami was everywhere- his hands, his scent, his words snaking around Akihito’s mind and his lips, pressing against his neck and shoulder and back, his warmth pressing down on him and only then Akihito realized that he was lying on the couch, chest pressed against the slick leather, Asami curled over him and pressing him down until he almost couldn’t breathe as the man slid deeper and deeper, pressing against his prostrate and making him thrash feebly as pleasure sparked up his spine.
Asami rose then, one hand braced against his back, and he began to move- long, smooth thrusts that made Akihito writhe, moaning and weeping as Asami went deep and hard, and he knew Asami would just go on and on and on, much longer than he himself could stand, until everything went grey and his world was nothing but Asami. Asami slid in, filling him until he was so full, so deep, throbbing and hot, claiming Akihito completely and laying him bare until there were no more lies, and doing it again and again and again.
Something warm lapped at his face and he realized, sluggishly, that Asami was licking his tears.
“Does it hurt, Takaba?”
“Please,” he gasped mindlessly as fingers played over his skin. “Please- more-“
Asami gathered him up into his strong arms, a barricade stronger than steel and ropes, and as he slid home and Akihito’s vision went white, he said, “Mine.”