Asami's eyes darkened. So his suspi

Asami's eyes darkened. So his suspicions were correct, Asami thought and swore he would find the traitorous bastard and made him regret his actions. The bastard would be paying for his mistakes by tenfold; he would see to that personally.

When Asami remained quiet, the photographer stood up and placed his hands on his hips. He looked at Asami, eyes fierce and defiant, and his anger went full blast. "I should be worrying about other things; instead I was more concerned about saving your ass from getting lock up behind bars!" Akihito shouted before placing his hand on his face, covering his eyes to stop the tears from flowing.

"True, I never liked Ishida but I hated the fact that I stooped so low by robbing him!" Akihito continued angrily. "And did you know how many journalism rules I violated?" Akihito asked. "At least five!" Akihito raised five fingers at the yakuza.

It dawned on Asami that the boy had been worried about him being arrested and the photo, it probably shocked him and brought back unwanted memories of Hong Kong. The thought of Akihito sacrificed his own safety to protect him made Asami swell with pride for the boy.

The yakuza curved a smile before reaching out his hand to pull the boy onto his lap. As usual, Akihito would not be so docile to let him do as he pleases. Akihito struggled in his arms, shoving at him as he tried to wriggle away.

"Let me go, you perverted bas –"

Asami silenced him by crushing his mouth on Akihito's. The photographer struggled for a moment, trying to push him away but his kisses were so masterful that Akihito found himself tremble in pleasure. Asami broke the kiss and pushed his lover on the couch so he was lying on his back. He moved above him, trapping the boy with his body before cupping Akihito's jaw firmly to continue the kiss.

Akihito responded by placing his arms around Asami's neck; a sign of offering himself to the yakuza as he returned Asami's kisses.

After an endless moment, it was Akihito who broke the kiss. "You could at least say thank you," he grumbled.

Asami chuckled. "Then I think you deserved a reward, Akihito."

Akihito rolled his eyes. "Your rewards usually involve buying me properties or sex. So, I don't want any, thank you very much," he said sarcastically.

Pleased that his lover's mood had improved, Asami nuzzled his lover's neck as he slid his hand below, tugging at Akihito's boxer shorts. "What about I let you tie me up?"

Akihito thought he had heard incorrectly. "Excuse me?"

The yakuza gazed at his lover's confused looks and curved a smile. "I'll let you handcuff me and you can ride me. It's your favorite right?"

A healthy blush formed on the photographer's face. "You—you pervert."

"Who's the pervert now, Akihito?"

Akihito averted his eyes to the left, a habit he practiced when he was lying or blushing.

"I'm not!" he defended.

"Oh?" The yakuza raised an eyebrow. "I seemed to recall that you had fun tying me up once."

Akihito blushed harder and felt his boxers tightened. Tying up Asami had always been one of Akihito's major turn on but he knew his lover preferred to have it the other way round. The sadistic bastard love to see him squirming and writhing beneath him. Well, since he offered, Akihito supposed it wouldn't be a bad idea after all.

"Well?" Asami asked, amused to see the boy in deep thoughts about it.

"I – I'll take up your offer," Akihito whispered before gazing into his lover's golden orbs and smiled cheekily. "Be prepared Asami, I'll take you for a ride tonight."

Asami sat up, pulling the boy up in the process. "Then, go and choose your weapon," he teased, smacking Akihito's pert ass.

The photographer smiled coyly and disappeared into the room, already thinking which handcuff he should use on the yakuza. The minute the door to their bedroom was closed, Asami's eyes went cold and hard. He took his phone from his pockets and called his secretary.

"Kirishima, the location of the warehouse has been compromised. Relocate the goods."

Kirishima seemed surprised by the boss's orders. "Yes, Asami sama. But, how can it be?"

Asami loosened his tie before replying. "Akihito bumped into Ishida at the restaurant. He showed Akihito photographs of the warehouse during our negotiations with Mah."

"Then, the warehouse will be clean in three hours," Kirishima reported.

"Good. Get Suoh to gather the men who were at the warehouse earlier. Akihito said one of the men called Ishida personally to offer the location of the negotiations. Find him and have him brought to one of the warehouses." Asami ordered in a cool voice.

"Understood, Asami sama."

Asami disconnected the call and placed it on the table. He smirked as he stood up, circled his wrists a little, before walking into the bedroom to be tied up.

Translations:

Putōnghuà – Mandarin, the official language of the People's Republic of China.

Obaasan- Literally translated as grandmother but it can be referred to a female senior citizen.

Ootoro – Tuna belly

Seiza- The traditional way of sitting in Japan

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Kết quả (Việt) 1:

««Của Asami mắt tối. Vì vậy, nghi ngờ của ông được chính xác, Asami nghĩ và thề ông sẽ tìm thấy các bastard traitorous và làm cho anh ta hối hận vì hành động của mình. Tên khốn đó sẽ trả tiền cho những sai lầm của mình bởi tenfold; ông sẽ thấy để mà cá nhân.Khi Asami vẫn yên tĩnh, các nhiếp ảnh gia đứng dậy và đặt tay trên hông của mình. Ông nhìn Asami, mắt khốc liệt và thách thức, và tức giận của ông đã đi đầy đủ luồng. "Tôi nên lo lắng về những thứ khác; thay vào đó tôi đã được quan tâm nhiều hơn về việc tiết kiệm ass của bạn khỏi bị khóa phía sau quầy Bar!" Akihito hét lên trước khi đặt bàn tay của mình trên khuôn mặt của mình, bao gồm mắt để ngăn chặn những giọt nước mắt từ chảy."Đúng, tôi không bao giờ thích Ishida nhưng tôi ghét thực tế là tôi heøn thấp như vậy bởi cướp nó!" Akihito tiếp tục giận dữ. "Và bạn có biết làm thế nào nhiều quy tắc báo chí tôi vi phạm?" Akihito hỏi. "Ít nhất năm!" Akihito lớn lên năm ngón tay tại các yakuza.Nó dawned on Asami rằng cậu bé đã lo lắng về anh ta bị bắt và hình ảnh, nó có thể bị sốc anh ta và đã mang lại những kỷ niệm không mong muốn của Hong Kong. Những suy nghĩ của Akihito hy sinh của mình an toàn để bảo vệ anh ta thực hiện Asami sưng lên với niềm tự hào cho cậu bé.Các yakuza cong một nụ cười trước khi tiếp cận những bàn tay của mình để kéo cậu bé vào vòng của mình. Như thường lệ, Akihito sẽ không như vậy dễ để cho anh ta làm như ông vui lòng. Akihito vật lộn trong cánh tay của mình, shoving lúc anh ta, như ông đã cố gắng để wriggle đi."Hãy để tôi đi, bạn sai đường bas"Asami silenced him by crushing his mouth on Akihito's. The photographer struggled for a moment, trying to push him away but his kisses were so masterful that Akihito found himself tremble in pleasure. Asami broke the kiss and pushed his lover on the couch so he was lying on his back. He moved above him, trapping the boy with his body before cupping Akihito's jaw firmly to continue the kiss.Akihito responded by placing his arms around Asami's neck; a sign of offering himself to the yakuza as he returned Asami's kisses.After an endless moment, it was Akihito who broke the kiss. "You could at least say thank you," he grumbled.Asami chuckled. "Then I think you deserved a reward, Akihito."Akihito rolled his eyes. "Your rewards usually involve buying me properties or sex. So, I don't want any, thank you very much," he said sarcastically.Pleased that his lover's mood had improved, Asami nuzzled his lover's neck as he slid his hand below, tugging at Akihito's boxer shorts. "What about I let you tie me up?"Akihito thought he had heard incorrectly. "Excuse me?"The yakuza gazed at his lover's confused looks and curved a smile. "I'll let you handcuff me and you can ride me. It's your favorite right?"A healthy blush formed on the photographer's face. "You—you pervert.""Who's the pervert now, Akihito?"Akihito averted his eyes to the left, a habit he practiced when he was lying or blushing."I'm not!" he defended."Oh?" The yakuza raised an eyebrow. "I seemed to recall that you had fun tying me up once."Akihito blushed harder and felt his boxers tightened. Tying up Asami had always been one of Akihito's major turn on but he knew his lover preferred to have it the other way round. The sadistic bastard love to see him squirming and writhing beneath him. Well, since he offered, Akihito supposed it wouldn't be a bad idea after all."Well?" Asami asked, amused to see the boy in deep thoughts about it."I – I'll take up your offer," Akihito whispered before gazing into his lover's golden orbs and smiled cheekily. "Be prepared Asami, I'll take you for a ride tonight."Asami sat up, pulling the boy up in the process. "Then, go and choose your weapon," he teased, smacking Akihito's pert ass.The photographer smiled coyly and disappeared into the room, already thinking which handcuff he should use on the yakuza. The minute the door to their bedroom was closed, Asami's eyes went cold and hard. He took his phone from his pockets and called his secretary."Kirishima, the location of the warehouse has been compromised. Relocate the goods."Kirishima seemed surprised by the boss's orders. "Yes, Asami sama. But, how can it be?"Asami loosened his tie before replying. "Akihito bumped into Ishida at the restaurant. He showed Akihito photographs of the warehouse during our negotiations with Mah.""Then, the warehouse will be clean in three hours," Kirishima reported."Good. Get Suoh to gather the men who were at the warehouse earlier. Akihito said one of the men called Ishida personally to offer the location of the negotiations. Find him and have him brought to one of the warehouses." Asami ordered in a cool voice."Understood, Asami sama."Asami disconnected the call and placed it on the table. He smirked as he stood up, circled his wrists a little, before walking into the bedroom to be tied up.Translations:Putōnghuà – Mandarin, the official language of the People's Republic of China.Obaasan- Literally translated as grandmother but it can be referred to a female senior citizen.Ootoro – Tuna bellySeiza- The traditional way of sitting in JapanThank you for reading! I'd like you to know that I read and take all your ideas seriously. So, thank you for giving me all those lovely ideas and suggestions for this fiction! I really appreciate it!