A forward Akihito always turned Asa

A forward Akihito always turned Asami on. The older man's voice hitched when his young lover began teasing him with his hand. When did he become so good at it?

It took all of Asami's willpower to stop his lover before he lost control. Pushing Akihito to the table, Asami loomed over the photographer.

The sweater covering Akihito's slender body was pushed upwards and removed roughly. Akihito's boxer shorts were next; they came undone with Asami tearing the garment away and flinging what left of the tiny garment across the room.

Still loose from the previous session, Asami spread his lover's thighs and buried his length into Akihito in one hard thrust.

"Ryuiichi!" Akihito cried out at the sudden intrusion. Asami stopped, allowing his lover to get adjusted to his length. Akihito's arms looped around Asami's back, pushing the older man to him. "Move," he pleaded.

Obliging, the crime lord thrust; sending Akihito to unbearable heights almost immediately. His back arched against the wooden table, and he had to steady himself by holding onto the edge of the table to meet Asami's thrust for thrust.

"Nnn – ah!" the younger man almost screamed as a wave of pleasure took over. His back hurt but that didn't stop Akihito from wanting more. "Give me more," he nearly sobbed.

Asami sneaked his hand downwards, closing it around Akihito's leaking cock. He pumped the organ in steady rhythms for a while. When the younger man was close, Asami stopped, squeezing the cock at the base, preventing Akihito from his release.

"Asami!" Akihito hoarse voice screamed out. He tried pushing his lover's hands away from his cock but the older man's grip was firm.

"No," Asami said firmly as he caged both Akihito's hands above his head.

"You bastard!" Akihito cursed.

"Look at me," the yakuza ordered.

The photographer did as he was told, staring his lust filled hazel eyes at Asami.

"Remember who you belong to, Akihito. Only I can give you the pleasure and the pain," he said and began to thrust harder. Loosening his grip on Akihito's cock, Asami worked on it in precise strokes, sending the photographer to climax within seconds.

"Ryuiichi!" Akihito let out a hoarse cry as he came. His climax however, was far from over; the crime lord continued thrusting inside him until Akihito once again saw stars as he came again, sobbing this time.

Watching Akihito's erotic release had Asami lose his control. Groaning Akihito's name, he gave his lover a few hard thrusts before finally releasing his hot cum inside the photographer.

Releasing Akihito, Asami gathered the unconscious boy in his arms. He put on his robe and carried the naked boy out of the study and into the bedroom. Akihito hardly stirred when Asami cleaned him, evidence that he was exhausted after five rounds of lovemaking.

Good, Asami thought as he headed to shower. He needed to address his men and the contents weren't for Akihito's ears. Dressed in his shirt and dress pants, he walked into the living room where his men were waiting.

Refreshed and energized, the crime lord smirked. "Gentlemen, shall we begin?" He asked and proceeded to lay out the plan.

Xx Business as Usual xX

The next day, as Toru had planned, Mainichi Shinbun's editor-in-chief Takeda called Akihito for a photography work in Cambodia and was given two days to prepare.

Akihito tried sounding enthusiastic over his work but behind the cheerfulness, a nagging worry crept in. How could he not? He literally volunteered himself to be jet to another yakuza.

The night before he was scheduled to take off in Asami's plane, Asami spent the entire day at the penthouse. The photographer was surprised as he was sure Asami would be busy with all the preparations to fly to Cambodia. Instead of locking himself in his office in Sion, the crime lord stayed at home, with Kirishima by his side, working.

Akihito didn't mind; he could use some company since he didn't think he could be alone at times like this. He carried on his usual routine, cooking and cleaning but found himself distracted, thinking about his trip to Cambodia.

Asami had laid out the plans for him. All he had to do was fly to Cambodia and act surprise when Toru brings him to Chey. No big deal, yet why do I feel uneasy? Akihito thought as he packed his camera bag. Given a choice, he wouldn't want to bring anything over, knowing his precious camera would not survive the trip but Toru mentioned that their trip should look believable; hence Akihito had no other options than to stuff his precious DSLR into the camera bag.

"You don't have to do it if you don't want to."

Akihito whirled around. His lover stood at the entrance of his workroom with his hands folded, gazing intently at him.

The photographer gave a nervous laugh. "Of course I'll do it," he said, stuffing the lens into its compartment. "Imagine how famous I'll be when I sell the story to Takeda. Takaba Akihito, the photographer who stumbled upon the arrest of the Cambodian drug king."

Asami moved into the room and yanked the photographer to him. "You remember the rules right?"

"Of—of course. Kirishima repeated them at least three times." Akihito pushed the yakuza away. "But I don't get it, why did you set wearing the watch you gave me as one of the conditions?"

Asami smirked. "No apparent reason, I just like seeing it on you."

Akihito scowled. "You're sick, Asami."

Xx Business as Usual xX

Asami watched his lover walked out of the room and into the kitchen. The smirk on his face was replaced by a grim expression as he watched his young lover poured himself some juice. He should not have acquiesced to Akihito's request yet he knew that if he didn't, he wouldn't be able to capture Chey Rith.

As Kirishima had reported, the man was too careful. Since his son's death, Chey went into hiding, choosing to leave his business dealings to his right hand man.

Planning, recalculating, Asami speculated since Chey's plans were thwarted a month earlier. Akihito had accidentally stumbled upon the meet up between Chen and Ishizaka Touji while on a stake out. And with Fei Long finding out that Chey had used Baishe's men to bring him down, it was only natural for the Cambodian drug lord to go into hiding to recalculate his next move.

He remembered the look on his guards when he told them that Akihito would be joining the mission. Kirishima protested almost immediately while the usually stoic Toru; his eyes widened in disbelief. He supposed that it was only natural that his subordinates gave him the look, considering he was sending his young lover to his death when all these while he had taken great lengths to protect the photographer.

Asami's decision to allow Akihito to join the hunt wasn't made hastily. He had thought about it and found that he didn't have a choice except to agree to Chey's demands. Hiding Akihito wasn't an option he'd choose, knowing that he cannot hide his young lover forever. And if he fails to capture Chey Rith, the coward of a man would bide his time, spreading his influences within Asami's organization, injecting more poison among his subordinates.

Akihito was right; Asami mused. With the right plan, he can most certainly bring Chey down.

And Asami was already looking forward to shove his gun into the bastard's throat and watch his pupils dilate in fear as he pulled the trigger. Asami had spelled it out to Toru clearly that the guard should leave Chey alive so he could have his private entertainment with the Cambodian crime lord. Of course, Akihito did not have to know about that.

"Asami, you'll come quickly right?"

Putting those thoughts on hold, Asami looked at Akihito. There was fear in his lover's eyes when he asked the question. "Of—of course, I was only asking. I'm just worried that I'll be stranded in Cambodia," he said almost jokingly as he placed his glass in the sink.

The crime lord walked to his lover and pulled the boy to him, slamming his back against the wall. He held Akihito steady as he slipped his hands under Akihito's pants, squeezing his ass.

"I will come; you're not getting rid of me easily, Akihito. I'll chase you to the underworld even if I had to," Asami declared before kissing him.

After a few minutes battling tongues, Akihito managed to pull himself away from Asami. Staring fiercely into Asami's golden eyes, he said, "If you leave me in Cambodia, I'll make it my personal mission to come back to Japan and kick your ass."

Asami offered a thin smile. The same fiery eyes that he loved so much; he thought as he carried the photographer into the master bedroom. Akihito will return to me.

Xx Business as Usual xX

The morning Akihito was scheduled to depart to the private hangar where it housed Asami's private plane, the crime lord was nowhere to be found. The photographer woke up to a cold bed, signifying that Asami had left the bed hours earlier. He got ready in silence, wearing his comfortable jeans, paired with a white singlet and a sleeveless jacket with a hood.