The yakuza curved a smile. "I never

The yakuza curved a smile. "I never heard of a specially made omamori," Asami said, keeping the amulet in his breast pocket.

The photographer met Asami's gaze. "There is!" he protested. "You can ask the priest to make them! Of course he doesn't make it for anyone. I'm special," he added cheekily and gulped down his specially brewed green tea.

"And that thing costs me nearly 2,000 Yen," he grumbled. Realizing something, Akihito turned to look at his guards, "Uhm, sorry. I would have bought everyone the same but since I was abducted from the bed to the plane, I didn't have much money with me."

"Oh no, Takaba sama," Ando said quickly, hands raised before looking at his seniors. "We're contented with this, aren't we?"

Kirishima smiled, understanding Ando's nervousness. The boss should receive something more special from Akihito, not something similar to theirs. "Yes," he agreed. "Thank you for your thoughtful gift, Takaba sama."

Akihito laughed. "It's good then."

"Takaba sama," Toru began, placing the gift wrapped present in front of Akihito. "Kirishima san, Suoh san, Ando and I got this for your birthday."

"Uh – thanks," Akihito said uncomfortably, glancing at Asami. The lack of reaction from the crime lord showed that he had already known about the present. Of course he knew, Akihito thought as he ripped the papers open.

"Maeda Shinzo's photography book," Akihito breathed out. He opened the book, admiring the unique photographs by the renowned Japanese photographer. He looked up, smiling at the four guards. "Thanks."

Kirishima and Suoh offered a smile in response while Toru and Ando bowed at their master.

Akihito stretched his arms. "Now that we're done eating and exchanging presents, I want to go to the onsen." He stood up from his seat, walking out of the room, smiling.

"Asami sama," Kirishima said when he was confident Akihito had gone far enough. The secretary took the antique teapot and poured his boss a fresh cup of green tea. "The inn has been closed for the day. Two families checked in yesterday but their identities have been checked and cleared. Suoh has stationed some men outside the inn."

Nodding his head, Asami took the porcelain cup and sipped. Standing up from his seat, he moved to the door. Toru went to the door, knelt down before sliding the door apart for Asami. "Enjoy your night. We'll gather at lunch tomorrow."

Xx Business as Usual xX

Akihito had already stripped by the time Asami entered the room. He purposely went ahead before Asami, finding it embarrassing to undress in front of the yakuza. Akihito reminded himself that he had seen Asami naked countless times, but that didn't stop him from being uncomfortable every time he had to undress in front of the yakuza- vice versa.

And who could blame him, when he felt so scrawny compared to Asami's superior body? Watching Asami removing his shirt never failed to make Akihito blushed. His eyes would follow the magnificent shoulder blades of Asami's back, trailing to the lean, flat stomach and finally to his –

Oh god, stop! Akihito scolded himself, pushing the memory away when he felt his lower half slowly reacting to the memories.

Akihito grabbed a cloth no bigger than a face towel and headed to the bath area. He sat on a wooden stool, grabbed the shower and turned on the tap. He had just finished shampooing his hair when he heard a wooden stool dragged nearer to him.

The photographer gulped, knowing his lover was behind him and most importantly; he was naked.

"Showering without me, Akihito?" The deep voice asked.

Slowly, he turned behind and was greeted by his lover staring at him. Thankfully, the water was warm or Asami would have noticed his flushed face. "I—I don't need your permission. I'll shower when I like," he tried to reply normally.

Asami's must have noticed the nervousness in his voice because the damn bastard smirked. "Really?" was all he said before he grabbed the sponge. "Turn, I'll wash your back."

Akihito turned, only because he wanted to hide his erect manhood from Asami. Closing his eyes, Akihito had to bite his lips from moaning aloud when Asami sponged his back. Though it wasn't his first time Asami had washed him, performing the task at the onsen was a little too arousing for Akihito.

"Do you want some help with the front?"

The photographer's eyes widened. "No, I can do that myself."

Smug bastard, Akihito thought as he watched his lover curved a smile. The yakuza said nothing as he shampooed his hair. Akihito tried to tear his gaze away from Asami but the man is a fine piece of artwork. The younger man stole couple more glances at the yakuza when he was rinsing his hair before quickly averting his eyes to the side, in pretense of washing his own body.

"Akihito," Asami drawled.

"Ye- ah?"Akihito answered, hating that his voice is shaking.

"Wash my back."

Akihito took the sponge from Asami. "Of—of course."

It was always a pleasure running his hands on the crime lord's back. Akihito didn't get to do it often, considering he was just too prideful to admit that he wanted to touch Asami's back. The only times he could do it without having the older man teasing him was when he was writhing under Asami. Akihito scrubbed his lover's back, marveling at the older man's back and ass. Worried of Asami catching him staring, Akihito quickly rinsed Asami's back before turning the tap off.

Standing up, the photographer walked to the pool, sinking his body inside slowly. The heat was shocking at first but once he'd gotten used to it, it felt pretty good. Asami joined him moments later and unlike Akihito, he didn't bother covering his manhood with the towel.

I would have done the same if I have the same body, Akihito thought enviously. Or his length. Damn it, all those thoughts made his cock hard again. Stop it, Akihito! He scolded.

"Akihito –," Asami's voice rang out, causing the younger man to jump.

Asami's intense golden eyes stared right back at him. Suddenly feeling very naked, Akihito crossed his hand across his chest in attempts to cover himself. "What?"

"Come here."

The voice was soft yet commanding, and it was impossible for Akihito to ignore. Nervously, Akihito moved nearer, until he was seated next to the yakuza.

"Closer," he commanded.

"I'm already next to you, you bast—," that was all Akihito could manage before Asami yanked the boy to him, crushing their mouths together.

"Nnn –" the photographer moaned as he struggled on Asami's lap. His attempts to worm away were futile as Asami held him firmly. A hand around his waist and another at his neck, Akihito was completely caged.

Akihito gave up trying soon enough; tired that he had to pretend that he hated it when in fact; he knew damn well that he wanted it himself. Badly.

He wound his arms around Asami's neck, holding the yakuza in place as he deepened the kiss. The golden eyes were surprised for a moment but he regained control of the kiss. Asami pulled Akihito nearer to him, arching his young lover's back as he tore his mouth away from Akihito to move to the nape of his neck before travelling to his pert nipple, sucking and biting gently.

The pleasure of having his nipples played at was so intense that Akihito cried out from the pleasure. He felt Asami's hands on his butt, his lean fingers rubbing at the crack of his ass while the other hand kneaded his butt cheeks.

"Ryuiichi!" Akihito screamed.

Asami carried him out of the pond, laying him on the ground. Akihito's eyes must have shown confusion because the yakuza smirked at him and said, "You'll be dizzy if we continue staying in the hot water."

Spreading Akihito's legs apart, Asami bent down and suck on the hardened cock, making Akihito squirmed with the need to come.

"Please," Akihito begged. His ass was twitching and god knows what he'd do if Asami doesn't enter him soon.

"I'll be gentle today, Akihito. Enjoy it," the crime lord murmured and went back working on Akihito's length.

Akihito could only watch helplessly as his lover sucked on his cock expertly. Asami's golden eyes gazed at him, teasing; and Akihito had to close his eyes from the embarrassment. He dared himself to place his hands on Asami's wet hair as Asami sucked him, enjoying the heat on his cock.

Sensing he was near, Akihito tried to pull himself away but the yakuza kept him in his place. Asami slipped two fingers inside, scissoring him. That was all Akihito could stand; he spurted his cum in Asami's mouth, screaming his name.