Akihito knew what this was. His fat

Akihito knew what this was. His father had done it to him twice before.

The first time it was a middle aged, high class woman wearing a perfume strong enough to trigger his sinus.

At least he got out of that one relatively unscathed with his clothes intact. His father's deal fell through because of it but it was no skin off his back.

The second time it was the 29yo wife of a politician looking to gain prowess in the underworld of Japan. She got shot a month later in a gang retaliation, spent some weeks in a hospital and then left well enough alone. He'd lost his pants before that, but hey, she was kind of hot for an older woman.

The third time; This time, it was a man. A dangerous man if his demeanor was anything to go by.

The thing was, in this underworld society, it was an unspoken rule that whoever wanted a deal with the higher ups would trade their underaged child for a night, 14-17 years old, as long as they had one, as a sign of good faith. They would get fucked on video, which would be kept locked up as long as the other party doesn't break the contract, or else it would be released to certain key players and that child's humiliation would precede the dying of their parent/guardian's underworld career.

It was crude, but effective. Psychological torture instead of physical death. When the video started circulating of a few of these teenagers their parents are never seen or heard from again.

So here Akihito was, in the office of a man that wanted his 16 years old ass. A man that sat at his desk writing on paper in the dim lighting from a lamp like he was suppose to feel intimidated by his broad stature and dangerous aura. Of course he was, somewhat, but the man didn't have to know that, did he?

Nobody ever accused Takaba Akihito of being easy prey.

"You can have a seat, I'll attend to you in a minute," the man, Asami Ryuichi, his father had told him, said without looking up, pen scratching away on paper.

The door was locked. Electronically. Akihito should know, he checked. Standing akimbo with hands on his hips, he answered, "No thanks. If you want me to be comfortable you can open the door so I can go."

Akihito felt more than saw the smirk on the guy's face. He's been doing it since the first exchange of words left Akihito's mouth; The only thing I want you to do to my ass is kiss it goodbye."

"Feisty, aren't you?"

Now it was Akihito's turn to smirk. "You have no idea."

It wasn't false bravado, not really.

The pen stopped scribbling, was put to rest beside the paper and the man sat back in his leather chair, golden eyes focused intently on Akihito.

Akihito tried his best to hold in a shiver at how intense those eyes, golden and shimmering like a tiger's in the dim light, stared at him.

...

Asami was too into this. If Takaba ever knew how hard he made him... This was what he wanted in a partner, somebody with a back bone who didn't bend over, figuratively and literally, every time he looked like he was about to open his mouth. He wanted so badly to put this kid in his place; underneath him, that it was flowing through his veins like a drug; the ache for submission and surrender from someone who didn't want to give it.

Fear was an emotion that no matter how much one tried to hide it, there was always a tell if you knew what to look for. Despite being a young teenager, the youngest Takaba hid his own fear quite well, something grown men rarely ever seemed to accomplish under Asami's attention.

He stood abruptly, liking the way Takaba instinctively took a step back, but didn't flinch. If anything he seemed angrier and Asami liked it. He should do business with Takaba Senior more often.

He took measured steps towards the teen, his eyes focused solely on those hazel ones and Takaba never broke his gaze. Impressive. He crowded the teen into the wall behind him, both hands planted firmly by his head, boxing him in.

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Akihito knew what this was. His father had done it to him twice before.The first time it was a middle aged, high class woman wearing a perfume strong enough to trigger his sinus.At least he got out of that one relatively unscathed with his clothes intact. His father's deal fell through because of it but it was no skin off his back.The second time it was the 29yo wife of a politician looking to gain prowess in the underworld of Japan. She got shot a month later in a gang retaliation, spent some weeks in a hospital and then left well enough alone. He'd lost his pants before that, but hey, she was kind of hot for an older woman.The third time; This time, it was a man. A dangerous man if his demeanor was anything to go by.The thing was, in this underworld society, it was an unspoken rule that whoever wanted a deal with the higher ups would trade their underaged child for a night, 14-17 years old, as long as they had one, as a sign of good faith. They would get fucked on video, which would be kept locked up as long as the other party doesn't break the contract, or else it would be released to certain key players and that child's humiliation would precede the dying of their parent/guardian's underworld career.It was crude, but effective. Psychological torture instead of physical death. When the video started circulating of a few of these teenagers their parents are never seen or heard from again.Vì vậy ở đây Akihito đã, trong văn phòng của một người đàn ông muốn hắn 16 tuổi. Một người đàn ông ngồi ở bàn hắn viết trên giấy trong ánh sáng mờ từ một đèn như ông giả sử để cảm thấy bị đe dọa bởi rộng tầm cỡ và aura nguy hiểm của mình. Tất nhiên ông đã là, phần nào, nhưng người đàn ông không phải biết rằng, đã làm ông?Không ai bao giờ cáo buộc Takaba Akihito được dễ dàng con mồi."Bạn có thể có một chỗ ngồi, tôi sẽ tham gia với bạn trong một phút," người đàn ông, Asami Ryuichi, cha đã nói với anh ta, nói mà không nhìn lên, bút gãi đi trên giấy.Cửa đã bị khóa. Điện tử. Akihito nên biết, ông đã kiểm tra. Đứng akimbo với hai bàn tay trên hông của mình, ông trả lời, "không, cam ơn. Nếu bạn muốn tôi để được thoải mái bạn có thể mở cửa để tôi có thể đi."Akihito cảm thấy nhiều hơn thấy smirk trên khuôn mặt của người. Ông đã làm nó từ việc trao đổi đầu tiên của miệng từ trái Akihito; Điều duy nhất tôi muốn bạn làm để ass của tôi là hôn tạm biệt.""Feisty, không bạn?"Bây giờ nó đã là lần lượt của Akihito để smirk. "Anh ta không biết."Nó đã không ra vẻ sai, không thực sự.Bút ngừng scribbling, đã được đặt để phần còn lại bên cạnh giấy và người đàn ông ngồi trở lại trong mắt ghế, vàng da tập trung chăm chú vào Akihito.Akihito cố gắng của mình tốt nhất để giữ trong một shiver lúc căng thẳng như thế nào những đôi mắt, vàng và lấp lánh như một con hổ trong ánh sáng mờ, stared lúc anh ta....Asami đã quá vào chuyện này. Nếu Takaba bao giờ biết làm thế nào cứng ông làm cho anh ta... Đây là những gì ông muốn trong một đối tác, ai đó với một trở lại xương không uốn cong hơn, ẩn dụ và nghĩa đen, mỗi khi ông trông giống như ông đã là về để mở miệng của mình. Ông muốn nên xấu để đưa thằng nhóc của ông ra; bên dưới anh ta, mà nó chảy qua tĩnh mạch của mình như một loại thuốc; đau cho trình và đầu hàng từ những người không muốn để cho nó.Lo sợ là một cảm xúc không có vấn đề bao nhiêu một cố gắng để ẩn nó, đó là luôn luôn giới thiệu một nếu bạn biết những gì để tìm. Mặc dù đang là một thiếu niên trẻ, trẻ nhất Takaba giấu mình sợ hãi khá tốt, người đàn ông trưởng thành một cái gì đó ít khi bao giờ dường như để thực hiện theo sự chú ý của Asami.Ông đứng đột ngột, thích cách Takaba bản năng đã diễn một bước trở lại, nhưng không flinch. Nếu bất cứ điều gì ông có vẻ angrier và Asami thích nó. Ông nên làm kinh doanh với Takaba cao cấp thường xuyên hơn.Ông đã đo bước hướng tới thiếu niên, đôi mắt của ông tập trung hoàn toàn vào những hazel và Takaba không bao giờ đã phá vỡ chiêm ngưỡng của mình. Ấn tượng. Ông đông đúc thiếu niên vào bức tường phía sau anh ta, cả hai tay trồng vững chắc của đầu, quyền Anh ta.