Shot?

Akihito didn’t know why he felt so drawn to this scent. The unique mix of Asami combined with soap was intoxicating and all he knew was that he couldn’t get enough of it. It must be drugs. With Asami it always came down to drugs. So it wasn’t his fault. Not at all. Content with the conclusion he let himself be carried to the bed, where the taller man sat him down.



“Lie down on your stomach, kitten, I need to change the bandage on that cute little behind.”



Asami got the gauze and the ointment for the dressing and turned back to his boy, who still sat upright on the mattress.



“Do you want me to turn you over, pet?” Again the oh-so-seductive voice



Still dazed, Akihito stared at him, not really comprehending anything the bastard had said, until he ‘offered’ to help. He scrambled onto his back, mindful not to put too much pressure on his ass.



Asami smiled; setting the material he was holding aside and caressed Akihito’s cheek.



“No, you need to turn over. I told you no more playing for you…”



With an outraged yelp, the younger man flopped on his stomach, his eyes shooting daggers at his ‘nurse’.



“I can take care of that myself…” he grumbled miserably, not wanting the man to touch him any more than he already had.



“Well, I do know firsthand how lithesome you are, but this should even be too much for a nimble kitten like you.”



What’s with the all of a sudden ‘kitten’ deal anyways? Akihito was highly irritated. The bastard was doing this on purpose. There was something he wanted. There always was. The clever whoreson was definitely up to something or he wouldn’t be trying so hard to keep up the pretense of caring. Like he would. Ever. Care.



Asami peeled the waterproof seal off the bandage and slowly loosened the tape-strips holding the gauze pa d in place. He paused a second and lifted the white pad away, not realizing he had been holding his breath until he exhaled deeply in relief. Not too bad. Even after the intensive work-out his pet had had in the shower. The wound looked red and a bit swollen, a three inch gash marring the firm muscle of his lover’s ass where the bullet had grazed him. Tiny stitches were set in precise perfection to minimize the scarring, the black threads desecrating otherwise flawless skin.



Unconsciously his hand tightened for a second, wishing Feilong to hell. He took the ointment and applied along the gash, dressed the wound and put a fresh bandage over it.

The whole time Asami was busy feeling up his ass, Akihito was having a heated dialogue with the pillow. In his mind the silk cushion was the arch-enemy, personified evil incarnated - sent to Earth to make his life miserable.



Take that, you bastard - he punched the pillow with his fist – that’ll show you to order me around like a little kid, and this– he punched again, just for good measure. Don’t whine, you pervert, you had this coming – another hit this time right in his face. It really made him feel good.



He never realized that the fingers running over his ass had stopped moving a while ago.

Stop raping me, you perverted pig – ohhhh…. that one was going to be a black eye – I.AM.NOT.YOUR.TOY. you asshole – and this would be one hell of a knob at his temple.



“Are you done yet?”



Akihito froze. Ups. He was so into aiming his frustration at the pillow under him, he had forgotten that the real devil was still there. Blushing furiously he tried to stuff the pillow under him in order to hide it, which only resulted in his ass moving upwards, nicely presented on the silk.



Asami uttered a deep sigh. How was he supposed to resist that? A perky little ass, perfectly rounded cheeks, nicely shaped hips, long tapered legs, all arranged for him to devour. He ran his hand over the smooth skin, sighed again and pulled the pet into a sitting position.



“Arrgh. What are you doing?” Akihito tried to push the offending hands away from him, failing miserably.



“Bandage your ribs, I’m afraid. Although I know you’d rather have me doing you…”

Befor the kitten had another chance to hiss at him, he turned him around and deftly wrapped the wide bandage around his ribcage, pulling it tight.



“I… can’t breathe… too… tight…” He was panting for air.



“It needs to be tight or it won’t help. Now, be a good pet and take a nap until I’m back.”



He let the young photographer flop uncermoniously back on the bed, still trying to take deep breaths. Asami shook his head, pulled the covers over his lover to keep him warm and left the bedroom.



*****



Akira had another cup of coffee ready for him when he went over to his desk to get in another hour of work before the pet woke again. He smiled at the memory of the rather steamy shower. He could really get used to having a daily morning romp with his boy like that.



Chuckling he took up a file and started to read. And stopped. Surprisingly he had enjoyed his time at home, annoying his little wife; something he hadn’t really expected. After all, all he ever did was taking care of business. But taking care of Akihito did certainly rival the attraction of pulling the strings of Japan’s underworld. And it was hilarious to see the kitten hiss and spit at him, while he tried to intimidate him with those non-existent claws, looking all fierce. He was just an all-around adorable little package of fun.



Yes, annoying his wife would definitely move all the way up on his list of priorities.

Asami lost his train of thoughts when his second cell rang. By now he recognized the number on sight – again one of the bothersome friends of his pet. For a second he thought about ignoring it as always, but on a whim changed his mind.



“Asami speaking.”



“Ahhh… I… ahhhh… who? Aki? “Takato stuttered, totally surprised that one of his million calls was finally answered.



“No, this is Asami.” He knew this had been a mistake. He had his kitten’s number forwarded on this cell and these guys had been calling time and time again. Leaving message after message. Annoying the hell out of him.



“This is Takato. Akihito’s friend.”



“…”



“And Kou. Also Akihito’s friend.”



“…”



“Is Aki there?”



“I think we discussed the answer to that question suffciently.”



“See there, I don’t know who you are, but this is Aki’s phone. Where is he? Why are you answering his phone? We’ve been trying for weeks to find him… “



Takato was firing off questions, relieved that he had finally established some sort of connection to his missing best friend.



“He’s asleep.”



“… if you know where he is you better tell me now… what? What did you say?”



“He. Is. Asleep.”



“You mean he is asleep? As in sleeping? As in… he is here? Where?” If possible, the guy was getting even more excited – and more irritating.



“In bed, where else? You idiot!”



“I don’t believe you. He’s been gone missing for weeks now. Prove it. We want to see him.”



“One o’clock, in front of his old apartment. I’ll send a car.”



Click.



He would regret it. He knew he would regret it, but the pet would be happy to see his friends, so he had to put up with it. This once.



Asami put the phone aside and went back to work on the papers in front of him.



*****



Akira watched his boss until noon effectively dealing with the business at hand. He did not stop once, making numerous calls, pulling strings, threathened where needed and closing deals – multitasking like a high performance computer. It never ceased to amaze him to see Asami take care of business.



Ending the last necessary call, Asami flipped his phone shut und finally put it aside. A quick glance on his watch showed him it was that time again. With a smirk he pushed his chair back, got up and sauntered around his almost cleared desk towards the closed bedroom door. These little breaks were really worth looking forward too.



His pet was asleep, still snoring into his pillow, so he sat down on the side of the bed, leisurely pulling the covers down, revealing inch after inch of enticing skin to his eyes. There were no words to describe the perfection of Akihito’s body. Or how he loved to lose himself in it. The light golden color of his skin, the seductive curves of his back, the long and sexy legs, the unruly mop of hair – he was all light and sunshine packed into the most delectable body he could imagine.



Again he used the small tube to lubricate his finger and began to gently massage the puckered opening, clevery hidden between tantalizing cheeks. Beckoning him - torturing him. He started to breathe a bit heavier now, as always when he was playing with his kitten. The silky heat of his body was inviting, the velvety feel of his channel tempting him. He was about to slowly push the suppositories in when the boy stirred under his ministrations.



“I… what… Asami!” Again he tried to get away from those invading fingers.



“You need your medicine.” A firm pushes and the fingers were lodged deeply inside his body.



“I sure as hell don’t need to wake up every time with your fingers up my ass.”



“It might be best if you get used to that fast, my pet.”



‘What? I… Get off me… you bastard!” Shouting at Asami indignantly, he scrambled away to the other side of the bed, clutching the sheets protectively against his chest with one hand, while the other bunched the silk around his butt.



“Stop acting like a brat. Time for your lunch.”



“I…”



“If you are being a good pet, I’ll let you have a surprise after you’re done.”



“Surprise? What kind of surprise? Another surprise-rape? Another surprise-kidnapping?

Thanks, but no thanks. Been there, done that.” He still glared daggers at the calm figure of the older man.



“Your friends wanted to visit you, but I can see you are still indisposed, so I’ll tell them to come back another day.” Asami shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, turned away and made a move to get up.



Akihito scrambled back towards the man, clutching his arm bevor he managed to stand up.



“Takato? And Kou? They’re here? You’re letting me see my friends?” Disbelief was written all over his face.



“They will be here when you’ve finished your lunch.” Calm, utterly devoid of emotions,



Asami did not even look at him. Shit. He had done it again. Pissed him off for no reason.



“I… this… Thank you, Asami.” He didn’t dare to look at him, keeping his head down, to not have to see the contempt in the older man’s eyes. Why did he always mess up? As far as he could tell, Asami had rescued him, got him patched up and even took care of him here. Okay, there also was the sex this morning. But there always was sex. And he… and he actually liked it. There now, he admitted it. When Asami fucked him it made him feel wanted, like the other man actually desired him. If he only did. Desire. Him.

There was a light knock, followed by the sound of the door opening. Akira again brought in a tray, smelling deliciously.



“Lunch for Akihito-kun, Asami-sama.”



“Yes, set it here please.”



He watched as Akira brought the tray over - Asami still hadn’t moved. He was about to reach for the tray, when strong hands intercepted him.



“Thank you, Akira that will be all.”



With a nod towards the general direction of the two men, Akira hurried out of the danger-zone. It was a little bit tense in the bedroom, and not because of some steamy man-on-man sex. Better to get back to the safety of the kitchen.



“I’m sorry.”



“Come again?” Indifferent.



“I said I’m sorry.”



Ah, back to yelling again. It was so easy to push the buttons of the kitten. He never failed to find the right ones.



“Eat.”



“Listen, I already said I’m sorry. So, you don’t have to be a bastard about it anymore.”



A sigh.



“Akithito, just eat. Now. Please.”



He pulled the tray closer to him and slowly started eating, not able to prevent silvery tears running down his face, dripping into the savory looking dish. He couldn’t taste anything; he just tried to keep himself from curling up under the covers, crying from the pain in his chest. He hurriedly stuffed the food in his mouth, not caring about the sweet taste of the crepe on the plate, or about the sugary berry-toppings – things he would normally take the greatest delight in. He just wanted… hell; he just didn’t know what he wanted anymore. His whole life was turned upside down and all because of one man. Coupled with the fear, pain and dispair of the last weeks it was just too much for him to keep it inside.



A shocked yelp escaped him when the tray was moved away from him, the fork taken from his clenched fingers and he felt himself pulled into a strong chest.



“Stop crying, pet.” Muscled arms encircled him, and once more he breathed in the familiar scent of Asami. Elegant fingers wiped the traces of moisture off his cheeks, lips



“He… hic… said… hic… nobody would… hic… come for me… hic… And you… hic… didn’t want… hic… me anymore… hic… because I’m… dirty…”



His sobs were heartwrenching against the nape of his shoulder. Asami was a bit helpless, not really knowing how to ease the immense pain of his mate. No, more than just his mate. His soul-mate. He was the light to his darkness and it hurt him to watch his kitten suffer. So he did the only thing he could to show him that his worries were for naught.

He kissed him.



His lips crashed down on the soft, yielding mouth, his tongue diving into the moist heat, starting its tantalizing dance of seduction. As expected the pet couldn’t resist the masterful kiss, his mind forgot all glooming thoughts and allowed itself to be drowned in the onslaught of Asami’s expert ministrations.



The kitten moaned and sighed into his mouth, drinking in that special taste of Asami as alsways overwhelming all of his senses. It made him feel – safe.



With regret, Asami pulled his lips away from his lover, keeping him in his embrace, watching his chest rise and fall with each deep breath he took. He was just too adorable. All blushing and aroused, it was pure agony to not follow up on that kiss.



“As much as I would like to continue, my pet, we really need to get you dressed before your friends arrive. And you still need to eat. I’ll get you something to wear, and while we get you dressed, Francois can prepare another dish for you.”



He got up and walked to the dresser, opened the drawer and was once more overwhelmed by the naughty array of underwear for his pet. His own arousal did nothing to help ease the heavy burden of chosing the one he would want to take off his lover later. He would pull it down inch after inch with his teeth, following its move down Akihito’s body with his tongue, tasting every inch of tempting skin and then…



No time for that now. He sorted through the different materials until he found the one he was looking for. Oh yes, this one was exactly what he needed to see on his pet. Hiding the small item in his hand he turned back to his boy, his smirk a sure sign for Akihito that once more, he was up to no good…



*****