Asami smiled, remembering the lives

Asami smiled, remembering the lives he ended to protect his lover. He didn't reply the younger man. Instead he rose, slowly. Haruhito simply froze as all the blood drained out of his face. Eyes fixated at Asami's dangerous glare, he remained rooted on the spot.

"You would do it?" He asked again, just to be certain.

The yakuza flashed a grin as he walked past Haruhito to sit on the long couch.

"You've done it." It wasn't a question.

The crime lord took his time in answering. Gracefully, he reached for the bottle of whisky on the table. Kirishima bent down, positioning the glass in front of his boss as he poured himself a drink. Slowly, he raised the glass to his lips, taking a sip of the amber liquid before looking at the man shaking slightly in front of him. He smiled, thinly. "I didn't say that."

"You are crazy!" Haruhito shook a little. "Why would Aki choose to be with a –," he stopped himself from uttering word murderer. And it would seem wise that he didn't because his brother's lover looked as though as he could kill him with his gaze.

Haruhito looked away, unwilling to stare at Asami. His golden eyes were hard, piercing and it was uncomfortable to even look at. The fire he had brought with him a moment ago was completely replaced by ice, leaving him shivering with fear. He clasped his hands together.

He's already shaking, Asami noted and was pleased. He should be. Any other person threatening him in similar fashion, he'd put a bullet in his head – no questions asked. But this is Akihito's brother; and he does not want to see his lover wallowing in misery if anything were to happen to Haruhito.

"Asami sama, I believe it's time for the meeting," Kirishima interrupted politely, ending the tension in the room.

The dismissal was clear; and Haruhito nearly turned to the door when he looked up at Asami again. His dark eyes were fierce and determined, reminding Asami of Akihito. "I am not acknowledging you, Asami. But I won't go against Aki's wishes. If he has chosen you, then be it. But, I swear I'll never forgive you if anything happens to him."

Since the threat came out in a wheeze, it wasn't particularly effective. He continued, "And if you're going to discard him like some trash once you're tired of him, I'll –"

"Takaba kun," there was a faint irritation in Asami's voice. "I once told a business associate that I'd drag Akihito to the pits of hell with me than to send him away." He rose from his seat, walked around the couch and past Haruhito, stopping next to him.

"You're a smart man, I'm sure I do not need to explain what I meant by that," he said, without looking at Haruhito. "And I will not react kindly if he is taken from me."

The yakuza's tone was mild and soft yet the warning was clear enough to make Haruhito's blood turn cold all over again.

As the situation grew tense, Kirishima took that as a cue to speak out. "Takaba san, Asami sama is scheduled for a meeting in a few minutes. If you would please take your leave –,"

Haruhito was only glad to comply. Without looking at Asami, he walked to the door. As he pulled the oak door wide open, he halted his steps, glancing backwards. "Toru san and the chauffer, Ando, they're not Akihito's assistants, am I correct to assume that?"

Asami smirked. "They're Akihito's guards."

Haruhito nearly winced. "I suspected as much."

Xx Business as Usual xX

Day 3- Narita Airport, Domestic Departures

Akihito couldn't remember the last time he felt glad about sending his parents off. He loved his parents and that idiotic brother of his but the photographer was really running out of excuses.

Haruhito had been acting strange since the night at the restaurant. The next day, he politely declined Akihito's suggestion to visit the shrine, opting to meet up with a former classmate. Akihito didn't think his brother had a former classmate in Tokyo but he didn't want to pry in his brother's affairs. He supposed he should be grateful about it since the last thing he wanted was to be confronted by his brother about Asami.

"Asami san, thank you for everything," Natsuko said warmly, bowing a little.

Asami offered a rare smile. "I hope you've enjoyed your brief visit in Tokyo."

"I did, very much," Natsuko smiled, clapping her hands together. "It felt like honeymoon all over again. Now I wish I didn't bring Haruhito with me," she sighed, placing her palm on her cheek.

"Kaa-san!" Haruhito's cheeks turned red. "That was mean of you!"

Hidenori shook his head. "Natsuko, don't tease your son."

"Hai – hai," she murmured, smiling. She looked at Asami again. "Asami san, you're such a wonderful man. If my Aki were a girl, I'd marry him to you at once."

"Ka—san!" Both Akihito and Haruhito exclaimed, embarrassed.

The elder Takaba sibling moved to his brother, pulling him into a tight embrace. "I won't allow him to take Aki-chan," he declared.

Akihito shoved at his brother. "Who are you calling Aki-chan, Haruhito?"

Shocked, Haruhito had both hands on Akihito's shoulder, shaking him lightly. "Akihito, call me nii-san. I'm your brother, right?"

Akihito folded his arms. "I told you I'd stop calling you nii-san if you call me Aki-chan."

Haruhito hugged his brother. "You don't mean that, Akihito!"

"Oh, stop it, both of you," Natsuko warned, smacking her sons' heads. "You're both old enough to be squabbling at the airport."

"Kaa-san," Akihito groaned, rubbing his head.

"We have to go," Hidenori announced after checking his wrist watch. He bowed at Asami. "Thank you, Asami san."

"Come to Fukouka sometimes," Natsuko held Asami's hands in hers. She tiptoed, whispering to Asami's ears. "Akihito is a willful child, but please, help us to take care of him, Asami san."

"It'd be my pleasure, Takaba san."

When Natsuko pulled back, her eyes were damp. She released her hand and smiled. Turning to Akihito, she caressed her son's face before pinching him. "Aki, be good."

"Ow!" Akihito rubbed his cheeks. "Kaa-san, I'm not a child."

Natsuko laughed, pulling Haruhito with her. With one final bow, the Takabas disappeared into the departure hall.

Xx Business as Usual xX

"I'm beat," Akihito said the minute he climbed into the limousine. He leaned against the seat, closing his eye. "It's your fault, you know."

"How so?"

The photographer opened his eyes again, staring at his yakuza lover accusingly. "If you didn't stick your nose in the itinerary, I wouldn't have to come up with so many excuses."

Asami chuckled. "There's always an easier way, Akihito."

Akihito moved nearer to the yakuza. "Like what, telling them I'm the great Asami Ryuiichi's lover?" he snorted.

Asami pulled the boy to him. He tugged at Akihito's before crushing their mouths together. "You can tell them you're my wife if you prefer."

"Hah – I'll cut my tongue off before I say that," the photographer said as he pulled away. "Besides, if Haru-nii knew, he'll flip. I can already imagining him barging into your office, demanding for an explanation."

"I can imagine that."

The lack of response from Asami roused Akihito's suspicions. He glanced at the yakuza, who looked extremely pleased with himself. Without a word, Akihito moved to the other corner and immersed himself with the scenery outside, thinking about his brother's odd behavior.

The morning he came back from meeting his supposed friend, his brother looked slightly pale. To Akihito's surprise, Haruhito didn't pester him about Asami and was even interacting normally without irritating him. Thinking that the meet-up might not have gone well, Akihito remained quiet.

As the car driven by Suoh entered Sion's basement, it suddenly dawned on him. Hazel eyes widened, he turned to the crime lord who was looking at him intently. "Did Haru- nii come to Sion yesterday?"

A thin smile graced the yakuza's lips. "Your deducing skills have improved, Akihito."

In a heartbeat, Akihito was on Asami's lap, straddling him. "What did you do to him?" He asked suspiciously.

"We had a conversation and he left after that," Asami said, wrapping his arms around the photographer's ass.

"Knowing you – you'd – Cut it out!" Akihito squirmed when the yakuza gently kneaded his bottom.

I'm collecting my favors now, Akihito," the yakuza said and crushed their mouths together. The boy struggled, trying to push him away but Asami had anticipated his lover's every move. The yakuza's hand left Akihito's pert ass, travelling up to his neck, holding the boy firmly. When the boy's mouth parted slightly to moan, Asami took the chance to slip his tongue into Akihito's hot cavern, deepening the kiss.

For a few minutes, neither men spoke. They feasted on each other, pulling and tugging each other's clothes, pushing away the garment that separated their skin.

Akihito had no idea how he went from fully clothed to naked in a matter of seconds. It didn't matter if his clothes were torn; he didn't stop to think if he had a change later. All he knew was he desperately wanted Asami to touch him, to fill him, to scratch the burning itch that was growing inside of him.

Vaguely, Akihito heard Asami pressing the intercom, ordering Suoh something about leaving the car but his lust-filled mind could not process the entire conversation. He heard the doors to the car opened and slammed shut, indicating the two occupants at the front seat had already left the vehicle.

Where are they again? Home or Sion? Akihito wanted to open his mouth to ask but Asami left him no chance to speak. In an instant, he found himself flipped on his knees with his face pressed on the leather seat, leaving his naked ass exposed.

No noise, in Akihito's opinion, is more glorious than listening to the sound of Asami's belt being undone. Just the thought of having Asami's cock sliding in and out of him made Akihito nearly squirmed with the need to come.

Then, Asami was over him. The slick, blunt head of Asami's cock pressed against Akihito's puckered hole before sliding into Akihito smoothly.

The photographer curled his fists