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Asami leaned forward in the driver's seat, frowning at the dark clouds gathering above the road.

It looked as though it was going to start raining any minute now. They needed to be quick if they wanted to get to their destination before one of them ended up getting soaked – and that someone wasn't Asami.

The business man lowered his stare back to the superbike cruising in front of his new Maserati, and pressed the car's horn hoping to get the biker to move faster.

Instead of acquiescing to the request though, the biker decided to start zigzagging his way along the asphalt, clearly unconcerned by the incoming storm.

The long stretch of coastal highway both vehicles were on was completely deserted at that time of day, which was perfect for both drivers to test the full potential of their new rides, but the Honda biker had seemed more inclined so far to enjoy the beauty of the scenery surrounding him, rather than to push his CBR300R's engine to the max.

The first rain drops that fell on the man didn't help either. As the clouds above the vehicles started to release their contents on them, the biker slowed down even more.

Asami huffed, signaling the Honda driver from behind with the car's lights, as well as the horn.

"Come on, move." The yakuza said quietly.

This time the biker jerked his ride upwards, lifting the front tire from the ground completely and expertly stood up on the back wheel, as if he was attempting to perform some circus trick.

He was good at it too, for it was only half a mile ahead on the road that he brought the front wheel back down.

Inside the Maserati, Asami smirked at the stunt.

"Show-off." He said, as his hand gripped the shift stick. "Let's see what else you can do…"

Asami changed gears and immediately the sports' car sprang to life. The engine roared with power and as the yakuza brought his foot down on the accelerator he could feel the immense potential of the machine start to unfold around him.

With a quick turn of the stirring wheel, he put the Maserati head-to-head with the Honda for a moment, just long enough so he could glance sideways at the biker, who didn't have a helmet on and who looked very much surprised to see the Maserati appear so quickly beside him.

Asami couldn't help but grin as he pressed the horn one last time signaling his farewell to the other man and stepped on the accelerator, soon leaving the superbike behind and cruising at full speed along the empty road.

His victory was short lived though.

A few seconds later the yakuza heard the distinct noise of the bike approaching him from behind, even though the Maserati was going well over 120 mph by now.

He barely had time to catch the Honda from his rearview mirror as it soon went past the sports' car at an incredible speed; the sound of the bike's roaring engine managing to muffle the Maserati's for a few seconds.

The smirk plastered on the biker's already rain soaked face didn't escape the yakuza's notice. Asami shook his head watching the bike diminish in size as it travelled further away from the Maserati.

"You're such a brat." He whispered; the ghost of a smile appearing on his lips.

Asami found the Honda parked by the side of the road 10 minutes later.

He quickly brought the Maserati to a halt, parking it next to the bike and killing off the engine.

He looked around, but there was no sign of the biker anywhere.

A wooden staircase located between two nearby dunes gave him however an idea of where he might be able to find the missing man.

The rain had subsided a bit for the time being, but as soon as Asami exited his ride, he was showered by water mist carried from the nearby ocean by the strong wind that preceded the storm.

He sighed, thinking himself a fool for having been the one to suggest they'd go out for a ride that day.

Asami was about to walk towards the beach when a muffled bark was heard from behind, grabbing his attention.

The business man was cursing under his breath even before he turned around to look inside the Maserati.

He couldn't believe he'd forgotten about the pup again…

A six-month old Labrador, the newest (and more than a little contested) addition to his household and life was peeking at him from behind the sports' car backseat window, unaware his owner had once again forgotten he even existed.

It was a good thing Asami's lover wasn't around to witness his mishap otherwise another argument regarding the (recurring) situation would no doubt ensue between them.

"I'm coming. I'm coming. Hang on." The yakuza bickered, as the pup's barks got louder.

No sooner did he open the car's door than the puppy jumped outside, wagging his tail in the air, clearly happy to find himself in an open space where he could surely produce the destruction and wreckage he was beginning to be known for by his owners.

The young dog had already managed to destroy two couches, three chairs, the end part of a table and about a dozen pillows back at home after all - and the wreckage list was growing day by day.

Asami tried calling the pup towards him but the latter immediately started sniffing around, no doubt picking up his other owner's scent as soon as he sniffed his way to the nearby parked bike.

He lifted his head barking inquisitively at Asami, who just shrugged in defeat. No one needed to tell him he wasn't the pup's favorite owner.

"Go find him, boy." The yakuza nevertheless said, pointing towards the wooden staircase.

No need to say it twice, as the dog sprinted ahead of him towards the beach, barking happily all the way down there.

Considering the skies were about to rain hell down on earth, the ocean was particularly calm, save for a few larger waves breaking out a little way south of the beach.

Asami took his time walking down the stairs, training his ears to pick up on Yuki's barks in the distance, so he could use them to better navigate through the deserted beach.

He went around a dune expecting to finally come face-to-face with the elusive biker, but when the north side of the beach finally came into view, no one could be seen.

No one human, that is. Yuki was there barking in the direction of the ocean, near a pile of what the yakuza quickly came to realize were discarded clothes.

It took him but a nanosecond to figure out what was going on.

"Is he crazy?" He asked to no one in particular, as he started scanning the sea in front of Yuki's line of vision.

Sure enough, Asami soon spotted a body floating upwards in the darkened water, looking as if it was part of the ocean itself; a flash of light brown hair the only indication it belonged to the person he was looking for.

"Akihito!" He called out above the sound of the wind and the waves.

The still form immediately came to life in the water, lifting an arm way above its head and waving it at Asami. Even from the distance, the yakuza could tell the other man was smiling.

He stayed put on the beach watching as Akihito swam ashore, the young man's arms glistening with the colors of the ocean with each new stroke that cut through the waves.

The young man's lean, fit and butt naked body soon emerged from the water, his arms stretching and flexing above his head from the swimming exercise.

As Yuki ran up to greet his favorite owner Asami remained still, taking the time to admire his lover in silence.

Akihito had come a long way from the awkward, lanky and harsh wannabe photographer Asami had first met ten years ago. He was wiser, more confident, a lot more prudent and less of a hothead, and his body had filled up and gained muscle in all the right places, even though most people still thought Akihito was barely out of his teen years, on account of his perpetual boyish face.

Asami's head tilted slightly to the side as he took in his lover's naked form.

He couldn't help but grin. The best part of it all of course was that he knew Akihito was all his.

He watched as Yuki soon grew tired of being patted on the head and diverted his interest to a group of seagulls flopping about nearby.

Akihito let the puppy go, continuing to walk towards Asami seemingly unashamed of his naked state.

They'd been together for so long that they knew every inch of each other's bodies after all. There was no need to act shy around one another.

"Hey!" Akihito greeted; the same smile from before still on his face. "I thought you two would never show up."

Salt water was dripping from his face and torso and the hairs on his arms were sticking up from the cold.

"Here, put this on. It'll warm you up." Asami said, handing him the jacket he'd just taken off.

"But I'll get it all wet!" Akihito grimaced, watching the yakuza shake his head in return.

"It's fine." The latter said, throwing the jacket over the photographer's shoulders and seeing him shiver instantly from the temperature difference.

"Thanks." Akihito said, snuggling against the jacket as his lover pulled him closer to himself. "…The water's freezing!"

"Really? How odd, considering it is February..."

Akihito knew his lover well enough to know when the latter was being ironical. Instead of providing the man with a witty reply though, he resorted to the next best think – he stuck his tongue out at the older man in a mocking fashion.

His action conjured the reaction he was hoping for, as Asami soon let out a heartfelt laugh.

"You brat…I suppose it would be pointless of me to ask what possessed you to go swimming in this weather?"

Akihito leaned in closer to his lover, basking in the feel of the other man's hands gently rubbing his arms up and down in an attempt to warm him up.

"The sky looks so beautiful today. I just wanted to see it up close." The younger man admitted, looking up towards the dark clouds. "I wish I'd brought my camera with me..."

Asami arched an eyebrow at him. "You mean you didn't leave it behind on the bike?"

Akihito shook his head. "No… I left it at home."

"You left your camera at home?"

The look of disbelief on the yakuza's face nearly caused

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Asami leaned forward in the driver's seat, frowning at the dark clouds gathering above the road.It looked as though it was going to start raining any minute now. They needed to be quick if they wanted to get to their destination before one of them ended up getting soaked – and that someone wasn't Asami.The business man lowered his stare back to the superbike cruising in front of his new Maserati, and pressed the car's horn hoping to get the biker to move faster.Instead of acquiescing to the request though, the biker decided to start zigzagging his way along the asphalt, clearly unconcerned by the incoming storm.The long stretch of coastal highway both vehicles were on was completely deserted at that time of day, which was perfect for both drivers to test the full potential of their new rides, but the Honda biker had seemed more inclined so far to enjoy the beauty of the scenery surrounding him, rather than to push his CBR300R's engine to the max.The first rain drops that fell on the man didn't help either. As the clouds above the vehicles started to release their contents on them, the biker slowed down even more.Asami huffed, signaling the Honda driver from behind with the car's lights, as well as the horn."Come on, move." The yakuza said quietly.This time the biker jerked his ride upwards, lifting the front tire from the ground completely and expertly stood up on the back wheel, as if he was attempting to perform some circus trick.Ông đã tốt lúc nó quá, cho nó là chỉ có một nửa một dặm trước trên đường mà ông đưa các bánh xe phía trước trở lại xuống.Bên trong Maserati, Asami cười lúc diễn viên đóng thế."Show-off." Ông nói, như tay gripped thanh sự thay đổi. "Chúng ta hãy xem những gì khác bạn có thể làm..."Asami đã thay đổi bánh răng và ngay lập tức thể thao xe xuất hiện với cuộc sống. Động cơ roared với sức mạnh và như các yakuza mang chân tăng tốc ông có thể cảm thấy tiềm năng bao la của máy bắt đầu mở ra xung quanh anh ta.Với một biến nhanh chóng của bánh xe, khuấy, ông đặt Maserati head-to-head với Honda cho một thời điểm, chỉ đủ dài để ông có thể lướt qua nghiêng biker, những người không có một mũ bảo hiểm trên và những người trông rất ngạc nhiên khi thấy Maserati xuất hiện quá nhanh bên cạnh anh ta.Asami không thể giúp đỡ, nhưng nụ cười khi ông ép sừng một thời gian qua tín hiệu của ông chia tay với người khác và bước tăng tốc, sớm để superbike lại và bay ở tốc độ cao dọc theo đường có sản phẩm nào.Chiến thắng của ông là ngắn sống mặc dù.Một vài giây sau đó các yakuza nghe tiếng ồn khác biệt của xe đạp tiếp cận anh ta từ phía sau, mặc dù Maserati đã có hơn 120 mph bây giờ.Ông hiếm khi có thời gian để bắt Honda từ gương nhìn đằng sau của mình như nó sớm đã đi qua các môn thể thao xe ở một tốc độ đáng kinh ngạc; những âm thanh của xe đạp động cơ roaring quản lý để muffle của Maserati cho một vài giây nữa.The smirk plastered on the biker's already rain soaked face didn't escape the yakuza's notice. Asami shook his head watching the bike diminish in size as it travelled further away from the Maserati."You're such a brat." He whispered; the ghost of a smile appearing on his lips.Asami found the Honda parked by the side of the road 10 minutes later.He quickly brought the Maserati to a halt, parking it next to the bike and killing off the engine.He looked around, but there was no sign of the biker anywhere.A wooden staircase located between two nearby dunes gave him however an idea of where he might be able to find the missing man.The rain had subsided a bit for the time being, but as soon as Asami exited his ride, he was showered by water mist carried from the nearby ocean by the strong wind that preceded the storm.He sighed, thinking himself a fool for having been the one to suggest they'd go out for a ride that day.Asami was about to walk towards the beach when a muffled bark was heard from behind, grabbing his attention.The business man was cursing under his breath even before he turned around to look inside the Maserati.He couldn't believe he'd forgotten about the pup again…A six-month old Labrador, the newest (and more than a little contested) addition to his household and life was peeking at him from behind the sports' car backseat window, unaware his owner had once again forgotten he even existed.It was a good thing Asami's lover wasn't around to witness his mishap otherwise another argument regarding the (recurring) situation would no doubt ensue between them."I'm coming. I'm coming. Hang on." The yakuza bickered, as the pup's barks got louder.No sooner did he open the car's door than the puppy jumped outside, wagging his tail in the air, clearly happy to find himself in an open space where he could surely produce the destruction and wreckage he was beginning to be known for by his owners.The young dog had already managed to destroy two couches, three chairs, the end part of a table and about a dozen pillows back at home after all - and the wreckage list was growing day by day.Asami tried calling the pup towards him but the latter immediately started sniffing around, no doubt picking up his other owner's scent as soon as he sniffed his way to the nearby parked bike.He lifted his head barking inquisitively at Asami, who just shrugged in defeat. No one needed to tell him he wasn't the pup's favorite owner."Go find him, boy." The yakuza nevertheless said, pointing towards the wooden staircase.No need to say it twice, as the dog sprinted ahead of him towards the beach, barking happily all the way down there.Considering the skies were about to rain hell down on earth, the ocean was particularly calm, save for a few larger waves breaking out a little way south of the beach.Asami took his time walking down the stairs, training his ears to pick up on Yuki's barks in the distance, so he could use them to better navigate through the deserted beach.
He went around a dune expecting to finally come face-to-face with the elusive biker, but when the north side of the beach finally came into view, no one could be seen.

No one human, that is. Yuki was there barking in the direction of the ocean, near a pile of what the yakuza quickly came to realize were discarded clothes.

It took him but a nanosecond to figure out what was going on.

"Is he crazy?" He asked to no one in particular, as he started scanning the sea in front of Yuki's line of vision.

Sure enough, Asami soon spotted a body floating upwards in the darkened water, looking as if it was part of the ocean itself; a flash of light brown hair the only indication it belonged to the person he was looking for.

"Akihito!" He called out above the sound of the wind and the waves.

The still form immediately came to life in the water, lifting an arm way above its head and waving it at Asami. Even from the distance, the yakuza could tell the other man was smiling.

He stayed put on the beach watching as Akihito swam ashore, the young man's arms glistening with the colors of the ocean with each new stroke that cut through the waves.

The young man's lean, fit and butt naked body soon emerged from the water, his arms stretching and flexing above his head from the swimming exercise.

As Yuki ran up to greet his favorite owner Asami remained still, taking the time to admire his lover in silence.

Akihito had come a long way from the awkward, lanky and harsh wannabe photographer Asami had first met ten years ago. He was wiser, more confident, a lot more prudent and less of a hothead, and his body had filled up and gained muscle in all the right places, even though most people still thought Akihito was barely out of his teen years, on account of his perpetual boyish face.

Asami's head tilted slightly to the side as he took in his lover's naked form.

He couldn't help but grin. The best part of it all of course was that he knew Akihito was all his.

He watched as Yuki soon grew tired of being patted on the head and diverted his interest to a group of seagulls flopping about nearby.

Akihito let the puppy go, continuing to walk towards Asami seemingly unashamed of his naked state.

They'd been together for so long that they knew every inch of each other's bodies after all. There was no need to act shy around one another.

"Hey!" Akihito greeted; the same smile from before still on his face. "I thought you two would never show up."

Salt water was dripping from his face and torso and the hairs on his arms were sticking up from the cold.

"Here, put this on. It'll warm you up." Asami said, handing him the jacket he'd just taken off.

"But I'll get it all wet!" Akihito grimaced, watching the yakuza shake his head in return.

"It's fine." The latter said, throwing the jacket over the photographer's shoulders and seeing him shiver instantly from the temperature difference.

"Thanks." Akihito said, snuggling against the jacket as his lover pulled him closer to himself. "…The water's freezing!"

"Really? How odd, considering it is February..."

Akihito knew his lover well enough to know when the latter was being ironical. Instead of providing the man with a witty reply though, he resorted to the next best think – he stuck his tongue out at the older man in a mocking fashion.

His action conjured the reaction he was hoping for, as Asami soon let out a heartfelt laugh.

"You brat…I suppose it would be pointless of me to ask what possessed you to go swimming in this weather?"

Akihito leaned in closer to his lover, basking in the feel of the other man's hands gently rubbing his arms up and down in an attempt to warm him up.

"The sky looks so beautiful today. I just wanted to see it up close." The younger man admitted, looking up towards the dark clouds. "I wish I'd brought my camera with me..."

Asami arched an eyebrow at him. "You mean you didn't leave it behind on the bike?"

Akihito shook his head. "No… I left it at home."

"You left your camera at home?"

The look of disbelief on the yakuza's face nearly caused