This is a request fic, a gift for N

This is a request fic, a gift for Nikkie23534, who wanted another underage story featuring Asami and Akihito. I hope you like it hun, take care :)

WARNING: Underage (Asami 25, Aki 16), Non-con, smut, manipulation.

Akihito liked the snow. He liked how it was just so white and pure, lighting up the world even in the darkest of night. He loved how it fell from the sky without prejudice and blanketed everything it could. He loved how it brought back memories of good will; happy times with his mother.

He liked when his memories of the snow overlapped with those of his current reality.

His steps were heavy, boot squishing the soft ice while he pulled his coat around him tight, seeking comfort from the temperature. There was no wind or hail, just other people going about their business, a sea of colored jackets, coats and boots and his breath that was visible every time he breathed out. His lungs burned a little, even though he couldn't pinpoint the exact reason why.

There were gloves on his hands, cotton and thick and even though they shook, he told himself it was from the cold. Down to his core he felt a biting chill, the sort of chill he knew deep down wasn't caused only by his surroundings. His neck was wrapped in a thick scarf and his frame hugged by an insulated jacket.

It should have helped.

It didn't.

Akihito knew that even if it was the middle of summer where it was hot enough he could be peeled from the sidewalk, he would still feel cold enough to chatter his teeth. It was anxiety and anticipation as much as the weather.

...

The walk wasn't too long after the taxi had dropped him off. Like maybe ten minutes? But it felt like a lifetime. The extra walk wasn't necessary, but he needed the time to think; try to clear his head. To accept.

Many times Akihito just wanted to spin around and turn back, divert to a coffee shop, a noodle stand; anything. But he trudged forward determinedly. Nothing would stop him from his goal. Nothing would stop him from making things right.

Nothing.

Come pain, destruction, fear or rejection, there would be no albatross tonight. He believed that with every fibre of his being.

The house was just as he remembered, huge. Except for the paint. Five years ago it was a soft beige, but now it was a bright yellow with periwinkle edgings and the flowers in the lawn had grown quite a bit from what he could remember. They were asleep because of the snow, but he knew once they opened up or bloomed they would be a glorious sight.

The lot was extremely quiet, not a body in sight but Akihito knew better. He lived here long enough to know when a man was absent and when he just didn't want to be seen. His hands closed around the frosting metal of the highgate as he exhaled a breath, hazel eyes searching for everything and nothing at once.

A trace of nostalgia or a bite of anxiety? Akihito wasn't sure.

"What do you want?"

Akihito gasped in fright when the voice cackled from the intercom on the wall beside him. He looked at the device, immediately remembering that even though he couldn't see the guard house from the gate he was in clear view of the men inside. He nervously walked over, pushed the 'line 1' button and whispered out.

"Takaba Akihito, here to see Asami Ryuichi."

The effect was immediate and Akihito stood back as a man in uniform suddenly emerged to open the part of the gate for people on foot. He stepped through, signing the guest book as it was thrust towards him. His fingers shook bad enough for his name to slant like a slope on the page.

He was here, in the now and this was going to happen.

"Go on up, he's expecting you."

Akihito nodded and turned to look towards the house, trepidation coiling in his gut with every step he took forward. He shoved his hands in jacket pockets. Maybe they would stop shaking. Or maybe he would finally turn back and go home.

Go back to his mother; his mother suffering from coronary artery disease.

...

The front door opened as soon as he stepped foot on the front step and memories of being eleven years old and fixing bed linens while his mother served tea assaulted him. They were provided food and shelter and a stipend by the owner of the mansion. A generosity since their presence was repayment for a debt.

It wasn't too bad. He had his mother by his side, his schooling paid for and a roof over their heads. But his mother fell in love with a man from the countryside, a man that bought their freedom and whisked them away like a knight in shining armor.

A man that died three years later from lung cancer.

Now, here Akihito was, visiting his past home as a last resort to seek help for his ailing mother. The man that took them in died without leaving much behind, so they ended up in a low income house in the city with faulty pipes and a damaged roof top.

It wasn't much, but it was theirs.

The inside of the mansion was warm and bright, just like he remembered and the huge glittering chandelier was still in the ceiling. He toed off his shoes and handed his jacket and scarf to the butler, who instructed him with a professional, "Follow me."

Akihito found himself shivering harder than when he was outside in the snow. He wasn't sure what to expect, but he knew if Asami senior hadn't died a year before he wouldn't have been able to set foot back in this mansion. It's not that Asami senior was a hard man, but he had a policy against people who left or turned their back on him.

He didn't give second chances.

Ryuichi was neutral ground though. He remembered seeing the young man all the while while he lived here. At 11, the man was 20 years old. They barely interacted, but there were looks that he couldn't fathom when he was younger. It wasn't until he left and got older, more experienced, that he realized that maybe... just maybe...

...

The butler knocked on a wooden oak door on the second floor, up a flight of stairs covered by the type of thick, comfortable rug belonging to the rich and powerful.

"Come in."

The butler opened the door, but Akihito was the one to cross the threshold into the dimly lit study. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust, but there was no mistaking the broad shouldered man sitting around the only wooden desk in the room, a large thesaurus type book open in front of him. He flinched when the sound of the lock clicking into place behind him could be heard.

Like a gavel pounding. His heart rate sped up.

"To what do I owe this visit?" Asami asked and Akihito could see his eyes, golden and glistening like a cat's, reflected in the dim room.

Voice smooth and deep, Akihito listened keenly to the tone of voice, trying to gouge out the man's intention with all his instincts in use. If it's one thing his stepfather taught him before he died, it's to always stay alert and keen to your surroundings.

The advice was in regards to photography, but Akihito applied it to different aspects of situations he found himself in. Like now.

"I need help."

"Elaborate."

Akihito explained his predicament; his mother's ¥65,000 a month for six months medical bill (if things worked well, and that wasn't a guarantee, the doctor explained), and his offer to work off the debt in exchange for the man's help.

Asami didn't need another worker, but that was besides the point. He stood, walked around the desk and approached his mini-bar, pouring two shots of vodka in tumblers. He turned back to look at the teen before handing him one of the glass, liking the way his nose scrunched cutely in a parody of the way he was inhaling the sharp scent of the liquor. He took a drink before pointing out, "With a debt like that, and the uncertainty of the length of time it would end, you could end up spending an indefinite amount of time here. With me."

Akihito knew that, but nothing was too good for his mother and she needed the help. He fiddled with the tumbler in his hand before looking into the man's eyes with his determination spiking rapidly. Do or die. Do. Or. Die. "I know."

Asami chuckled, leaning back on his desk with a posture of superiority. "I expect you to do all that is required of you, no hesitation."

"Fine. My mother goes wherever I go." It was a statement, not a question.

"A room will be set up for her immediately."

"Her health should be your utmost priority. You do your part, I'll do mine."

Asami felt something hot and heavy down in the pit of his stomach. Takaba was awakening something primal inside him. The teen's tone and his attitude...He took another sip of his drink. "You make a lot of demands for somebody in your position..."

"I know what I want, best to make it clear between us right now," Akihito answered, finding the courage to go through with this.

"Fine," Asami answered in acquiescence, putting his tumbler down and walking over to the teen who hadn't touched his yet. He was all up in Takaba's personal space, breathing him in; intoxication and fear. He ghosted the fingers of his right hand down the kid's left arm slowly, feeling the gooseflesh rise on his skin and seeing the doubt and determination in equal standing in those hazel eyes.

He would get what he wanted tonight.

"Verbal contracts are normally sealed with a sign of good faith."

"I see," Akihito muttered, shivering under the man's warm fingers. He couldn't blame the cold this time, not when the room was so warm and his body kept getting hotter. It was all happenstance. Had to be, because he shouldn't really be so calm about this. It's not like his new employer was any less of an entrapping enigma at 25 than he was at 20. It made this all the more bearable.

Asami enclosed his hand over the one Takaba was using to hold the tumbler and he slowly guided the teen's hand up to his lip.

"Taste it," Asami instructed, like a ritual in the sacrificing of a lamb.

Akihito took a sip, pulled back and coughed suddenly. It was harsh on his throat, biting and bitter.

"Take it easy," Asami soothed, voice low but hard while he rubbed Takaba's back. He took the tumbl