"Please, Sanada. You're covering th

"Please, Sanada. You're covering the concert, aren't you? Won't you get three extra tickets for me?" Akihito pleaded as he poured himself a glass of orange juice.

"I am going there to work, Takaba. I requested for another ticket so I can bring an assistant and the management turned it down. Setsuna's management is limiting the number of invitations for the press," the journalist replied.

Akihito brought the glass of juice to the dining table, dragged a chair and sat on it. "Damn, where can I get the tickets then? It's sold out everywhere!"

"Why do you need three tickets so badly, Takaba? I thought you're too busy for all these entertainment shit?"

Akihito gulped down his juice. "I'm doing a favor for my friends. And just because I hate taking photos of the entertainment industry, doesn't mean I cannot enjoy watching a band perform live."

Sanada laughed. "That's true; Setsuna has been doing very well lately. Three full days at Tokyo Dome and the tickets were all snapped up within three hours."

Akihito sighed. Great, how am I going to explain to Kou and Takato now? His best buddies, including himself, have been looking forward to the concert and had pleaded him to get them tickets after their Christmas dinner. Akihito could have gone to Asami since he literally own Setsuna's record label but the photographer wouldn't bring himself to ask the yakuza for the tickets; his pride wouldn't allow it.

Akihito stood up, leaving his empty glass on the table and moved to the couch. "So, there's really no other way?"

"Unless you know the upper management or someone from the record label, then I'm sorry to say that you can kiss the concert goodbye," Sanada replied.

"All right, then. Thanks, Sanada."

The photographer ended the phone call and bit his lip. Sanada's word rang into his head. "Someone from the record label huh?" Akihito lay on the couch, staring at the elegant plaster ceiling.

Well, I am literally sleeping with someone from the record label.

"Are you?"

Akihito jerked up to see a very amused Asami walking to him. Had he just said THAT aloud? Akihito covered his hand over his mouth and blushed. God, that was mortifying!

"Wh—when did you get back?" Akihito asked, trying his hardest to sound normal.

"The precise moment when you declared that you were sleeping with someone from the record label," Asami answered as he took his seat next to the boy. He loosened his tie, pulling it free. "So, are you?"

"Am I what?" Akihito asked, distracted by Asami's tie. It was the same one he bought for him a week ago.

"Sleeping with someone from the record label?"

Akihito blushed again. "It's none of your business!" he said as he made attempts to stand up.

Asami's hand sneaked out to yank his lover back onto his lap. "It is my business because if you're referring to someone other than me, I'll have to shoot the bastard for touching my property."

Akihito squirmed on Asami's lap. "Can you not be so extreme? And I am not your property!"

Asami's locked his eyes at Akihito's, showing the boy a fragment of his yakuza side. "I told you before, I do not share, especially not you. So, you better think twice before you act, Akihito. I warned you that I'll destroy anyone who touches you, man or woman."

Akihito shuddered at the intensity of Asami's eyes. He hadn't seen this side of Asami for a long time, not since he started sharing Asami's bedroom. He had forgotten how dangerous the older man looked when challenged and it was something he cared not seeing again. Akihito knew his lover is still ruthless; as even his stoic, taciturn bodyguard would sometimes display a very worried look whenever Asami's topic came into discussion.

"As – as if you wouldn't know if I were sleeping around; Toru would have informed you." Akihito muttered and looked away, unwilling to stare into Asami's golden orbs. "And who else I'd be sleeping with but you? You're the only person I know from any record label."

Asami's eyes narrowed. "So, if you know another person from the record label, you'll sleep with him?"

Insulted, the photographer glared into the yakuza's eyes "I – do – not – sleep – around!" Akihito enunciated every word.

Pleased with Akihito's answer, Asami tilted the boy's chin and kissed him. "Good boy," he whispered after breaking the kiss.

"I'm not a kid!" Akihito sulked but was silently pleased that his lover had returned to his playful mood.

Asami traced his fingers along Akihito's jaw. "So, what was that all about?"

The photographer looked utterly lost. "Huh, what?"

"The love confession you made on the couch just now," Asami murmured as he continued tracing his finger to Akihito's neck.

"Nothing!" Akihito answered, looking away again.

Asami smirked. "Really? Does it have anything to do with Setsuna's upcoming concert?"

"No!" Akihito said stubbornly.

Asami retrieved his phone and waved it at Akihito. "Ah, pity. Then I supposed you do not need these."

The younger man turned his attention to Asami's ridiculously expensive phone and gasped when he saw a photo with three tags blaring Setsuna's logo on them.

"The tickets!" he exclaimed, reaching out for the phone. The print under the logo was too small and Akihito had to pinch his fingers at the screen, enlarging it. When he could finally read it, he noticed that the tag read: Special pass: Takaba Akihito. The other two had the same print, except Kou's and Takato's names were written on it.

Asami plucked the phone from Akihito's hands and locked the screen before placing it on the seat next to him.

"You jerk!"

"Calling me names won't help you getting those tickets, Akihito."

The yakuza looked amused as he watched the younger male fumed on his lap. Knowing Akihito, he wouldn't give in so easily and it is a game Asami enjoyed playing with his lover, betting how long Akihito would take to surrender.

Akihito narrowed his eyes into slits when he noticed Asami's amused look and skewered a finger of his perfectly toned chest. "Sadist. Fine, I don't want it!"

The yakuza merely gripped Akihito's hands and pulled him in for a kiss. "Are you sure?" he whispered a moment later.

Still breathless from the kiss, Akihito kept quiet and looked away. Asami noted that his lover was biting his lower lip, a sign that he's in dilemma. It won't take long for him to give in, Asami mused.

Finally after a good ten seconds, Akihito crossed his arms and answered, "Fine, I want them."

"I told you I would get the tickets for you, for a small fee."

Akihito grimaced at Asami's response. "I remember what you said at the club. For services rendered, right?"

His lover chuckled. "Smart boy."

"So, what do you want?" Akihito retorted rudely.

"A massage."

The photographer blinked his eyes, unsure if he had heard correctly. "A massage?