Shot?

He woke up to a very annoying, loud…snore? Refusing to open his eyes, he tried to move away from the horrendous sound that cut his precious sleep short. He couldn’t. What the…? Supple limbs were entangled with his, a hot? body was sprawled over him and the curve of his neck was drenched with… drool?



He groaned at the uncomfortable feeling of spit running down his shoulder, making Akihito snuggle even closer to him, burying his nose deeper into his collarbone. Yuck. The boy was snoring soundly, totally ignorant to the mess he was making, evidently sleeping peacefully. His breath came out struggling, his nose was fighting for air - and losing.

Carefully he disentangled himself from his lover and moved to the edge of the bed. There was no way anybody could continue to sleep while listening to the cacophony of rattling wheezes mixed with gargles and loud heaves to suck air into his lungs. The moment he left the bed, Akihito moved to the spot he had just deserted, curled up against the warmth he’d left behind and happily continued to torture his ear-drums.



He walked, no more likely ran out of the bedroom, closing the door firmly behind him to enter the quiet haven of his living-room. Akira was already in the kitchen, lovingly playing with the source of his happiness which would provide him with much needed dark elixir that never failed to wake him up.



“Good morning, Asami-sama.”



“Akira.” He nodded his thanks to the dark-haired bodyguard who offered him the chipped mug with a triple espresso. Asami inhaled the intense aroma of the coffee, closing his eyes, enjoying the smell and taste of it like he would with a full-bodied wine. Heaven.



Keita was standing in a corner, nursing his second cup this morning, unsure of how Asami would react to his presence. After all, he had let him down. Letting Feilong get close to the boy was an unforgivable mistake.



“Asami-sama.” He dipped his head in his master’s general direction, not daring to come closer.



“Keita. Good. I wanted to talk to you.” His heart dropped. He gave his partner a sad smile and walked towards his boss.



“About the incident in the hospital.” This was so not good.



“Yes, Asami-sama.”



“You realize what you did is unacceptable.” It just went from bad to worse.



“Yes, Asami-sama.”



“What would you think is an acceptable punishment?” From worse to Asami’s personally created hell.



“Anything you deem fitting, Asami-sama.”



“I’m sure you are already informed of Takaba’s new status?”



“Yes, Asami-sama.”



“You will make sure he understands what this will mean for him in the future regarding security.” Shit. He was dead.



Akira almost spit his coffee back out over the counter when he heard the last sentence. It took all of his will-power not to burst out laughing. Keita looked like a whipped puppy. He knew his boss could be vindictive, but this was just plain cruel.



“You will wait though until he is better.” The evil smirk was proof that Asami knew exactly what he was doing.



“Yes, Asami-sama.” Keita slouched back into his corner, looking like a beaten dog.



Very pleased with himself, Asami went over to his desk to go over the morning papers and the reports from the night before. And what a night it had been. He pushed the pleasurable memories aside to concentrate on the international news, looking for anything that could have an impact on his business.



Akira came over to refill his cup for the third time when he finally put the papers aside and went over the inventory-list of Sion. He scribbled some short notes on it and looked at the blond man.



“Keita, I need you to get this to our booker, we are running low on several beverages. Make sure he gets everything we need to stock up.”



Glad to be able to escape the scrutinizing gaze of his employer, Keita took the list and disappeared.



“It would also have happened if somebody else was there.” Akira couldn’t believe he just said that. Cringing back behind the counter, wishing the floor would open up and swallow him, he tried to hide behind a column.



“I know. That’s why I was so easy on him.”



Easy? As in easy easy? Akira wasn’t sure if he heard right. Looking closely at his boss, he tried to figure out if the man had lost his mind over night or just refused to see what type of hell-cat was currently next door. Until he saw it. The slight lift of one corner of his mouth. Just a fraction, but it was there. Cold, evil and heart-less. He felt sorry for his partner, but at the same time made a mental note to himself to not do anything to displease his boss. Too dangerous right now. He would be fed to the devil’s spawn without a second thought.



Asami got up, stretched and looked at the closed bedroom door. It was about time. Again. At least he had an hour of peace and quiet before. Which was over now.



Straightening himself, he went back into the bedroom. His pet was still oblivious to the world, trying his best to cut down the remaining rain-forest. He went over to the night-stand, got the medication ready for another dose, when he heard a knock on the door.



Silently he got up again and opened. Akira motioned him out with a small bag in his hand.



“Dr. Yamaguchi sent these over. He said the pain-killers he gave you yesterday were really strong and you should only use them when Takaba-san is in extreme pain. He said they were highly intoxicating and the ones here would have not as much impact.”



No wonder Akihito had been so out of it. He took the bag and went back to his boy.



He unwrapped the suppositories and gently pulled Akihito over his lap. Stroking his back with one hand he lubricated his other to give the painkillers and antipyretics to the boy. He stroked and massaged the pink opening until the tight ring relaxed and pushed them in. He pulled him closer, stroked his hair and tried to rouse him.



“Akihito, it’s time to wake up.”



“Mmpfh…gnng…”



More insistent now.



“Wake up, kitten. We need to check your temperature now.” He let his hand travel slowly down the elegant curve of his pet’s spine, stopping at the dimples of his lower back.



“Nghhh…hnn….mmppf…”



“I know you want more, but we need to get this done first.”



A finger, back again, slowly finding its way to the small, puckered entrance. He lined up the thermometer, gently pushing it in. Hips were grinding against him.



“Aren’t you a needy little pet this morning?” A stiff muscle found its way between his strong, muscled thighs, desperate in its need for friction. He closed his legs tightly around Akihito’s morning erection, letting the boy hump against him in his wanton desire. His hand held the thermometer in place while his pet gave into his craving for release, rubbing and thrusting into the sheath his legs provided.



Asami finally pulled the measuring device out to check his pet’s temperature. Down to 102 degrees. Good. His treatment seemed to help. He smiled and slipped his finger into the slippery heat of Akihito’s body, to help the kitten find relief. Another finger was added, massaging the nub inside the velvety cavern, pressing down on it, relentlessly driving the boy towards his release.



Eyes blinked open, confused hazel orbs trying to focus, a befuddled mind trying to connect scattered thoughts.



“What… I… stop…nooooooooo…”



He was already too far along, not able to prevent the fast approaching orgasm crashing down on him. He bucked against the intruding fingers, frantically trying to pull them deeper inside, rocking against steel-hard muscles, shooting several spurts of his milky white seed over the lap of the man who was holding him.



“You… you… pervert!” He tried to calm his erratic breathing while pushing himself away from the sticky mess he’d left on Asami’s thighs.



“Good morning, my cute Akihito. Did you enjoy yourself?”



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