Shot?

The moment the cold water hit his heated body, reality began to win the upper hand again. What the hell…? Was he about to lose his mind? Seriously considering a thermometer a rival? He let the icy spray run over his body, mentally taking himself to task. This sort of behavior wouldn’t do. At all. Damn. He was Asami. He. Was. The. Asami!



When he felt his fingers go numb, he turned the temperature up and switched on the top rain shower. There was nothing more relaxing than the cool spray from all sides and the hot rainfall from above. Another button and steam began rising from the jets on the floor and he leaned back against the warm slate the walk-in shower was built of. Closing his eyes, he started taking deep breaths, unconsciously going through the breathing routines he usually did before he sparred against his men. His pulse slowed down, his heart-rate dropped, tension left his body. This was heaven after weeks of hell. Nothing existed this moment, just the water on his skin, the steam cocooning him in a thick dense cloud of vapors.



Until he heard the crash from the bedroom. Cursing, he jumped out of the shower, not bothering to take a towel, just racing over to the sound of a dull thump.

In the bedroom, Akihito was on the floor, orange-juice dripping from the nightstand on the carpet, leaving an ugly trail of sweet stickiness.



“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He knelt beside the boy, pulling him against his chest, moving him away from the wet spot.



“…Asami…?” Confused hazel-eyes looking at him.



“…What…? ...Asami!” Akihito flung both arms around his neck, holding on like he would never let go. And choked him. He tried to pry the boy’s arms away, surprised at the strength with which his sick kitten slowly cut off his supply of air.



“I…ch…here…ch…pet.” Finally. Dragging in a deep breath, he managed to break the choking hold and pulled the pet’s hands against his naked chest. Bad idea.



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Eyes still glazed over from the fever, hands frantically moving over his exposed skin, Akihito was sure he was dead. And in heaven. His head felt light and the cloud he was sitting on felt like him. Yep, even smelled like him. The rosy tip of a tongue sneaked out. And tasted like him. Happy, he snuggled deeper into the cloud and relaxed. He could get used to being dead. It wasn’t so bad after all. Now he had his own little Asami-cloud with all the benefits of him and none of the negative side-effects of the real bastard. Upps. He probably wasn’t supposed to think words like that. Not in heaven.



“Akihito…” Oh, they even talked with the voice of him.



“No…” He absently padded the hands away that tried to pull him of his cloud. That was so not going to happen. He was here to stay. For good. On his Asami-cloud. Bastard.



Why did he miss him? All he ever did was evil and violent and directed at him.



“Akihito…” Nope, not happening. Get it already, stupid angels. That was his cloud. He would not give it up. Never.



“Akihito, open your eyes. Now.” Well now, he knew that tone from the bastard. Upps. He did it again. But he was new here and surely entitled to a couple of glitches, right?

Maybe he should open his eyes, though. Bastard.



Heavy, puffy lids slowly lifted and hazelnut-colored eyes stared at him. Blankly.



“Akihito. Open them and look at me. Now.” Golden eyes pierced him. He knew those eyes.



But that couldn’t be. They would never let him into heaven. Not after all he had done. Especially to him. All those times the bastard had forced him to… feel pleasure, all those times he had taken him against his will… to unbelievable peaks, all those times… Shit. He had to stop thinking like that. Asami was a bastard, right?



And yet, why was he the one he hoped would rescue him from the Chinese bastard? Why would he call his name when Feilong had drugged and raped him? He knew because the long-haired spawn of the devil had taunted him with it. That was… before he left him alone after what happened with Tao. After that he had only talked to him. Or more likely at him. Asked him questions he didn’t have answers for. Told him things that cut too close to the truth.

But it didn’t matter now. He was safe. He felt it.



The cloud felt a bit moist under him and tentatively his tongue sneaked out again to lick the raindrops of the cloud’s surface. He latched his lips onto it and suckled the precious nectar into the moist heat of his mouth. The cloud moaned. Could clouds moan? Confused, he tried again. Again a moan. This was weird. Really weird.



Asami stared at the boy in his lap, lazily licking the moist drops of water of his chest, smiling in his confused, fever-induced state. And negated the calming effect of his shower. He followed the pesky pink tip slowly teasing his nipple with his eyes, unable to concentrate. This was… hell. It must be. He had his arms full of naked pet, gradually arousing him with his tongue, licking and… sucking?



Arms resolutely pulled him away from this wonderful source of refreshment which left him wanting for more. So much more. Akihito voiced his protest, by making little distressed sounds, trying to get back what he just lost. Contact. Warmth. He felt himself being lifted up and then laid down onto another soft surface. A small gasp of pain escaped his lips and he wriggled around to find a more comfortable position. Ah yes, there it was. The scent. He buried his nose in the source of his comfort and slowly drifted back off to sleep.



There was just no way… Staring down at the boy, Asami groaned. His pet was on his stomach - the taut, nicely muscled stomach he loved to lick and tease, his cute little ass high up in the air – the firm, perfectly shaped globes that hid his most prized treasure; trying to inhale his… pillow? Maybe he should call Dr. Yamaguchi. If this continued like this he would have at least a stroke before the night was over. Maybe something worse.



He needed to take his mind of the pet. Maybe he should do some work next door. But no, the kitten would just try to get up again. Too dangerous. A thought crossed his mind… Yes, there was a way to ensure his boy stayed where he belonged…



The smirk returned to his face. He licked his lips. And went over to the dresser which held the box. Almost reverently he took it out of the bottom drawer and carried it over to the bed. He opened it and, with his mind reeling, caressed the smooth, polished surface of the adornments inside. The ring felt heavy in his hands. A bit cold. It would soon be warmed up by the heat of Akihito’s skin. He carefully turned the boy’s upper body and carefully fastened the plain, half inch thick platinum ring around his neck. It suited him perfectly. The light reflected off the gleaming material as it snuggled against the pet’s throat. It closed with an almost inaudible snap. The magnetic encoded lock engaged, now there was no way of taking it off without the key. Which was in the vault. And would stay there.



He took the matching cuffs and attached them to the boy’s wrists. They were lined with soft silk to prevent chafing and closed with a more conventional lock. They looked hot on the pet. He groaned. His mind was swamped with images of hot passionate Akihito.



Struggling against the restraints. His body covered in sweat. His eyes glazed over with lust. His chest heaving with labored breaths. Himself comfortably settled between silky thighs. The straining erection in front of him deeply engulfed within the burning furnace of his mouth. He would tease him; bring him to the brink, only to deny him release. The pet would beg him in a raw voice, pleading with him to allow him to come. And he would. Later. He would overwhelm his kitten’s senses with slow, torturous strokes of his tongue, making him squirm until he lost himself in the heat of his own desire, the need for more, the urge to be taken completely. By him. Always and only him.



Quickly to stop the torment he opened the compartment at the headboard of the bed, pulled the leather restraints out and fastened them to the metal cuffs. Now he could be sure the boy would not be going anywhere. With a satisfied smile on his face he pulled away from the boy, but not before he pressed a claiming kiss on hot lips. His boy. No, his wife. One last look and he got up to do some work. Damn. It felt good to be Asami.



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