Come to me…Takaba…" Asami purred in

Come to me…Takaba…" Asami purred in a lust filled voice while sitting in a chair, shirtless, in an empty room.

There the blonde was, igniting his libido with wild fires of lust while wearing fishnet stockings, a black pair of six inch heels and a shiny leather g-string with a whip in one hand. The black, matching nipple tassels also sent some extreme sexual tension through his entire body.

He watched as Akihito snapped at the air with the black whip that suddenly appeared in his hand, those hazel eyes piercing and sharp.

"Who said you could talk, Ryuichi?"

Akihito seductively got on all fours before sexily crawling his way over to his position…and what was that, cat ears? Lust filled hazel eyes stared up at him from under thick lashes as Akihito raised his head from…between his legs.

He could feel himself wanting to ejaculate from that seductive come-hither look. God, was it possible to be too sexy?

Akihito licked his lips while staring at his erection. "Ryuichi, I have an itch that needs scratching…"

"Asami-sensei, Asami sensei, wake up."

"Wait, what, huh…?" Asami muttered when he realized he was in fact sleeping, before raising his head off his desk. He looked around groggily until his vision adjusted on Lui Feilong, the hospital's youngest physician at twenty seven years old. He had his hair in a half ponytail with a pair of reading glasses on his face and a file folder in his hand.

"Asami sensei, you're drooling…" Feilong pointed out slyly, wanting to chuckle but holding back.

"Feilong, what brings you here?" Asami asked after quickly wiping at his lips with the back of his hand. He couldn't believe he was in fact drooling, he never drooled!

Feilong put the file folder he had in his hand on the desk in front of the other man. "Out patient Tomoya Miura returned for his final check up. I did a thorough examination after removing all the stitches and it seems you did a pretty good job, he's fully healed."

Asami nodded in acquiescence.

Feilong frowned. "You saved a man's life, Sensei, I'm sure it won't break your face to smile once in a while."

Asami ignored that remark and just opened the file, going over the details of the patient's check up, previous and prior. Nobody has ever dared to question him other than Lui Feilong, because he knew the man's father back in Mainland, China. They spent a few years growing together in the past and he saw Feilong as a somewhat little brother. He was also happy that the man got over the crush he had on him years ago. Now that they worked together in the same hospital, Feilong was the only person that looked out for him in some sense, everybody else just wanted to get in his bed.

"I think it will break my face, Feilong…" He then looked at his watch. "…now if you'll excuse me I think it's time to head home."

"Already? Why are you leaving so early? its 4:30," Feilong pointed out.

"Am I not allowed to leave early?" Asami asked skeptically while he changed out of his white overcoat.

"Of course you are, but you don't normally do," Feilong answered, watching Asami in a calculating manner. He kept walking back and forth, gazing at the older man as he put his files away before tidying his desk. "Unless you suddenly have somebody to go home to."

"I have a new babysitter," Asami answered simply.

"Aaaah, do I sense a deeper meaning in that revelation?" Feilong teased. But, as was Asami, he was poignantly ignored. Not only was the older man stubborn, but he was very secretive.

The Chinese man sighed before walking towards the door. He noticed that Asami was not far in following him and he opened the door to step out of the man's office. He was about to walk away when who he saw down the hall made him stop dead in his tracks. He quickly took a step back and shut the door, stepping back into Asami and blocking the man's exit.

"What are you doing?" Asami asked annoyed. He did notice how nervous Feilong looked, but right now he didn't care, he just wanted to go home. He must have been really tired from the five hour surgery he performed this morning for him to fall asleep around his desk…and dream of a sexy Takaba in such a manner.

"I can't go out there," Feilong muttered hastily with his back to the door and his hands on the knob, as if preventing someone or something from coming inside...or anything going out for that matter.

Asami raised a delicate eyebrow in question. "Why not?"

Feilong took a deep breath. "That perverted, transfer Doctor from Russia is out there!"

Now Asami was confused. "Perverted…Russian… do you mean Doctor Arbatov?"

"Yes, that same perverted Dr. Mikhail Arbatov," Feilong hissed.

"He didn't create another neon love confession and leave it in the foyer for you as a sign of his undying affections, did he?" Asami asked skeptically.

"No, he keeps leaving me love letters, graffiti declarations, flowers and…cake!" Feilong spat in disgust.

Asami raised an eyebrow in question. "I thought you liked cake, Feilong?"

"I'm allergic to chocolate cake. He says he wants me to break out in hives so he can be the one to nurse me to health with his….healing fowl!"

"Healing cock…" Asami pointed out dryly.

Feilong grimaced in disgust.

Asami chuckled at the revulsion on Feilong's face while the man pointed down south after his sentence. He nudged the man to the side, and then opened the door a fraction so he could peek out. And just as Feilong had mentioned, the young Doctor from Russia stood in the middle of the aisle, talking to one of the nurses. He closed the door softly.

"So what do you intend to do, hole up in my office until he leaves?" Asami questioned the agitated Feilong.

"If that's what it takes to avoid him," Feilong answered. "He's so persistent he makes me want to strangle him with his own tie!" The words were followed by a grunt of frustration.

Asami rolled his eyes. "Glad to know, but I don't want to be an accomplice to any murder and if you don't mind, I have confidential files in here and need to lock my door…with the key.