Shot?

He hid the small scrap of material in his hand and went over to his walk-in closet to pick up a new, black silk pajama top for his pet. He shook his head at how many he actually owned, even though he never wore them. Occasionally he wore a pair of pants, but never the top. Well, at least now they would be of some use. The kitten would look absolutely sexy in them. Imagining the slinky material sliding over flushed skin, slightly hanging off one shoulder, hiding the most precious treasure of the little sex-pot in his bed… he had to stop thinking about that. Now.



Asami grabbed one of his terry-cloth robes on the way back and approached the bed again. Akihito seemed to have calmed down and sat there with big questioning eyes.



“So, Kou and Takato are really coming? Here?”



“Yes, I send a car to pick them up.”



“You let them drive in your car?” The kitten started bouncing with excitement, kneeling on the bed, covers bunched around him, looking like a little kid expecting a treat.



“Yes. Now, get out of bed, so you can get dressed.”



He helped Akihito stand up, pulled the pajama top awkwardly over his head and let the boy struggle to find the holes for the arms. He knelt in front of him to help him into his underwear.



“Lift this leg… good… now the other.” His pet was still struggling with the oversized piece of clothing while he slid the tiny thong up those incredibly long legs. When he reached the thighs he looked up for a second, realizing his pet hadn’t made any progress yet.



“I… uh… where… I…”



“I’ll help you in a second.” He pulled the thong up higher, using one hand to gently move the kitten’s genitals into the practically non-existent mesh pouch. With the steel rings still in place, the black cup prominently displayed his groin, making his sac and shaft stand out, even in their flaccid state. Delicious. Abso-fucking-lutely delicious. He couldn’t resist and pressed a hot kiss on the nicely wrapped package right in front of him, deeply inhaling his boy’s scent.



“What… What the hell are you doing down there?” A shocked little yelp from his boy and his fight with the pyjama came to a stop.



“Helping you dress.” An amused chuckle from the larger man kneeling before him.



“This…I… What is this?”



“This is usually called underwear.” He turned the boy around, making sure he didn’t stumble from the fast move and carefully parted the firm cheeks to let the string find its place.



“I am not wearing this. This… this thing is between my…”



“It is exactly where it is supposed to be. Now stop your complaining.”



“I am not wearing this. Where are my boxers? I want…” He was cut off by two strong hands pulling the silk top over his head, moving down his upper body.

Asami pulled him closer, nibbling at his neck, his teeth tenderly grazing his ear-shell.



“The doctor said you can’t wear anything to irritate the wound. So, I got these for you on doctor’s orders. Now, be a good boy and finish dressing.”



The melodious baritone of Asami’s voice sent shudders down his spine. How was the bastard doing this? He couldn’t remember what he had been complaining about a few seconds before, all he thought about was the feel of these lips on his skin and that he wanted more. He felt a familiar stirring down in his loins and heat slowly enveloping his body. Weakly, he leaned into the taller man, his hands desperately clinging to the soft silk of Asami’s shirt to keep him from collapsing in a heap. Damn. He always did this to him.



Asami pulled the robe around his kitten, smiling at his little lover. He really was his kawaii little wife. All pliant and needy. He tied the belt tightly, covering the lithe body from head to toe with the too large robe. Perfect. This would keep the pet well covered and warm.



“All done.”



His voice sounded smug as he picked up his boy and carried him into the living room. He deposited his precious bundle on the stylish, grey Rolf-Benz couch dominating the large space in front of the custom-made, steel framed, panorama fireplace that spanned the long living-room wall, adding pleasant warmth to the otherwise minimalistic design of the space. Asami took a blanket and started to tuck it around his lover who looked around with his mouth agape.



*****



Akihito had never been to Asami’s home, he was awed by the sheer size of it. Yes, had been taken to – or better make that taken in – Asami’s office in the club, his car, but never once he had been brought to the place where the pervert actually lived. Everything was modern, stylish and – surprisingly light colors that accentuated a few antique pieces made of dark wood. There were different levels, connected by generous steps, separating the different areas without disturbing the flow of the apartment. Huge windows with single, long, white drapes effectively framing the artful layout of the place. It all seemed controlled, yet there was a feel of barely leashed power to it – just like the man who lived here.



Asami chuckled while he watched his pet trying to take in the sights of his new home, while he tried to settle him on the couch. Covering him with a blanket was like trying to catch a swarm of bees with one hand. Impossible. He craned his neck, kneeled on the pillows, turned around again; only to start the sequence all over again.



A knock on the door announced the maid bringing lunch for the two men. Akira opened the door to let her in, an appetizing smell assaulting their senses. The young girl smiled shyly as she pushed the serving cart towards Asami, attempting not to stare too obviously at the young man who was being wrestled down on the couch by her boss.



“Thank you, Miwa.” Asami nodded his thanks to her, not loosening the grip on his pet for one second.



“Will you sit down now?” He still had one hand on the kitten’s chest, restraining him from getting up.



“But I…”



“I can also take you back to the bedroom and tell your friends to come back another day.”



“But... Oh, alright!” Akihito grumbled and finally sat still.



Miwa quickly uncovered the dishes on the cart, trying hard not to giggle at the childish antics of her new mistress. Akira had informed Asami’s personal staff about the marriage, surprising them all with the news that their master had decided to take a bride. And a rather unusual one at that. She would have to hurry back downstairs where everybody waited for her report.



Asami’s French chef Jacques had prepared a cup of elderberry soup for Akihito, followed by a puffy black-truffle soufflé topped with a fruity sauce made from fresh guava, pineapple, passion fruit and mango. Jacques really took his orders to prepare sweets for his kitten very literally.



Akihito was in heaven. If he would have been a cat he was sure he would be purring by now. This was the best food he had ever tasted. He took sips from the warm soup, letting the fruity flavor explode in his mouth. It was almost like his tongue orgasmed, his taste-buds quivering in the aftermath of the intense love-making between his senses and the food.



The blissful look on his lover’s face made Asami smile; Akihito looked like a cat that had fallen into the cream-pot. His eyes were closed, the rosy tip of his tongue sneaked out to catch the occasional errant drop – and he moaned. His kitten was the only one he knew who had sex with food – now- there was an interesting thought… He continued to eat his exquisitely prepared menu of Mukouzuke made with tuna, needlefish and vegetables, Nimono-Wan, Hassun and Yaki-Zakana; all a variation of the traditional Kaiseiki. Jacques really was a gem among cooks.



“Oh… “A small sound of discomfort came from his pet, who was clearly disappointed that he had finished off even the last trace of his meal.



“Are you still hungry?” His voice sounded amused.



“No… but, this was sooo good.” This time a blissful sigh.



“I’ll have Jacques send up some snacks for you and your friends later.”



“Oh yeah, I’m sure they’ll like that.” Akihito leaned back into the pillows, sated and happy. All in all, this was probably one of the better days he had had so far. His friends were coming to see him, he had eaten wonderful food, spent his night in a nice soft bed, he was warm and comfy and Asami was here. Wait.



Asami was never part of a good day. Not in his book. Not even after that wild romp in the shower. He had forced himself on him. Again. He hadn’t enjoyed that. Not really. It was just his body reacting weird to the stuff Asami always did to him. Memories of how he had begged the man to take him flooded his mind, how he had pushed his eager ass back at the other man’s erection and how he had cum so hard like never before.



A deep blush spread over his face, indicating that the pet was having naughty thoughts again. Asami leaned over the boy, catching his mouth in a deep kiss, his tongue delving deep, exploring every inch of him.



“We don’t have time for dessert my pet, but as soon as your friends are gone I’ll play with you again.” Barely above a whisper against his ear - it made him shiver.



He felt the tongue inside his mouth again, closed his eyes and sighed into the older man’s mouth as he melted against him. As always his brain shut down, he only existed in his need for Asami kissing him more. He pressed himself into the hard body, aching for friction. His penis started to harden and strain against the flimsy material covering his dripping shaft, ready for touch. How in the hell did Asami do this to him every time. One touch and he caved in, craving the feel of the man’s erection deeply buried inside of him, reaching his very core. It made him feel… safe, being impaled on the huge shaft, held by muscular arms, pressed against his hard chest – as if he would never let him go. Shit. He felt a moist spot on the abomination Asami had forced onto him, an uncomfortable feeling combined with the small ache of his own arousal, still confined by the metal contraption around his cock and balls.



“No… I… Stop doing that.” The kitten scrambled away to the other end of the couch, glaring at the taller man. He tried to drag deep breaths in through his mouth; his nose was all stuffy again.



Asami watched his pet, satisfied with the result of his ministrations. All flushed, lips swollen, cock hard. Yes, he looked like he was still caught in the aftermath of passionate love-making – just as he had planned.



*****



A knock on the door had Akira appear out of some corner to get the door. If possible the kitten blushed even deeper, trying to hide under the blanket in mortification.

The tall business man got up to greet the two visitors, timidly waiting at the door to be asked in. Keita ushered them in, introducing them to his boss.



“Asami-sama, these are Takato-san and Kou-san – Akihito-kun’s friends.”



“Come in, Akihito is in the living-room.” He stepped aside motioning towards the bulge on the couch.



Unsure of what to do, Takato and Kou looked at the bright, elegant space and took off their shoes by the door, before walking towards the couch.



“Akihito?” Takato went to the blanket-covered mound and tentatively touched it. A mop of honey-colored hair appeared, followed by two hazel eyes, blinking at him.



“Takato? Kou?” The kitten threw the blanket away from him, about to jump at his two friends when two strong hands caught him and held him down on the couch.



“Here are the rules: No getting up for you, no running around. You will stay on the couch or your friends will have to leave. Is that clear?”



Clearly intimidated by the towering man, Kou and Takato nodded while Akihito just glared at him.



“I’m not a child! Stop treating me like one!”



“As soon as you stop acting like one, brat. You will stay on the couch, you’re still injured.”



“Ahmm… we will make sure he does not move around.” Takato looked at the taller man who effortlessly held his friend and kept him from moving. What was going on here? He remembered seeing him once before, he had picked up Aki on New Year’s morning at Grandpa’s bar. When Aki had been drunk out of his mind. Not that this had taken much.



“Good. Akira will stay close, just in case. I have a meeting now, so enjoy your visit.”



With a nod towards the older of the trio, Asami walked towards the door, where Keita already waited for him. He took the coat off his bodyguard’s hand and with another nod towards Akira left.



*****



“Bastard.” Akihito muttered under his breath. He leaned back against the pillows, glad that he finally saw his friends again.



“Don’t just stand there; sit down, he’s gone.” Cheerfully he waved his hand at them, only to be suddenly attacked by his friends, hugging him – carefully, talking and laughing, exuberant in their joy to see him again.



“Gods Aki, I’m so glad…”



“Where have you been…?”



“…searching for you…”



“Glad to see you guys…”



“… apartment evicted…”



“… what happened to you…”



“… missed you so much…”



“… injured…”



They were all talking at the same time, holding on to each other until they finally settled on both sides of their injured friend.



“So, talk. What the hell happened?”



Takato looked at Akihito inquiringly, dead set on getting some answers for his weird behavior over the last couple of months and his most recent disappearance. And everything else he could think of – for that matter.



“Yes, what the hell happened with you?” Kou parroted the dark-haired man on the other side of Akihito.



There was an uncomfortable silence, making the young photographer cower under the scrutinizing stares of his friends. He really wanted to get everything off his chest. He had never been one to keep secrets from then – they were his best friends, the ones he confided in - yet for the first time he was afraid of what their reaction would be.



“Aki?” A soft, concerned question.



“I… I… you know… I…” And somehow the walls he had built around himself to hold all these secrets in, crumbled and everything just poured out.



While he told them of his first encounter with Asami, the tears started to flow freely down his face. He recounted his second ‘meeting’ with the Yakuza, how Yama-san, who had looked after him all those years, had betrayed him and Asami was the one to save him. When he started to talk about his involvement with Feilong and how the Chinese triad-leader had used them for leverage, his voice was hoarse and he felt like he was suffocating from lack of breath.



Takato and Kou listened, shocked at how much their friend had endured, all by himself, closing himself off to protect them. They moved closer, holding him while heavy sobs racked his body when he talked about the kidnapping. There wasn’t really anything to say, so they just held onto him, comforting the young man who shared every painful memory with them.



After he was done, there was silence. His friends didn’t say a word. Probably too disgusted with him. As he had expected. He tried to calm his erratic breathing, put a rather lopsided smile on his face and gently tried to disentangle himself from their embrace. But they didn’t let go.



Confused Akihito looked up at them; Kou was giving him a gentle smile, hugged him even closer and muttered:



“I’ll kill that son of a bitch!”



“And after you’re done with him, I’ll rip his heart out and feed it to the rats!”



“We could also boil him in oil.”



“Or quarter him.”



“Burn him alive.”



Akihito just stared at them, shocked to hear the fury in their voices – fury on his behalf, not disgust.



“No, guys, please… I don’t want you anywhere near him.” He wasn’t really sure which ‘him’ he was referring to; he just wanted his friends safely away from this.



“Promise me, both of you, to let it be. I’m okay with it now.” Another try at smiling, this time more successful than before.



“Sure, you are so okay with it, that it took you months to tell us about it? Try again.” Takato sounded really pissed.



“I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to lose you as my friends. And because I wanted you safe.”



“Why would we not want to be your friends anymore? Are you crazy?” Kou was shouting at him now, clearly offended by his lack of trust.



“Whoah. Stop. Let’s rewind. You have been with this Asami guy for months now and you thought we would drop you because of that?” Levelheaded Takato tried to get to the bottom of things now.



“I. Am. Not. With. Asami. It’s… I… well… It’s complicated.” He stuttered, blushing furiously, not really sure how to explain whatever it was that tied him to the Yakuza.

“What’s complicated about it? If you have sex with him that’ll make you a couple, right?” That was so very much like Kou, simple and to the point.



“No, yes, no… I…”



“Aki, it’s not really a surprise for us, you know? You never really were interested in

girls, never tried to find one, so we thought for a while now that you are gay. We just decided we wait until you’re ready to tell us. It doesn’t change a thing between us.” Takato looked at his friend whose face had the color of a ripe tomato.



“Right.”Kou nodded enthusiastically.



“But… I didn’t know…” He felt so helpless. Was he really gay? Did Asami somehow turn him gay? He never felt attracted to men before. It was all so confusing.



“Aki, do you like the guy?”



“I… I think so…” Bewildered, he listened to himself saying the words. It made him somehow vulnerable.



“That’s a good thing.” Kou smiled and clapped him on his back. “And he is good-looking. For a guy. I mean, not that I want him or anything, but for you… I mean, I’m not saying that…”



“It’s alright, Kou, Aki knows what you’re trying to say. Right, Aki?” Takato interrupted the ramblings of the blonde.



“So, when did you figure out that he is the one for you?” Takato decided to drill his best friend some more.



“I… he is… I didn’t… I… I thought I hated him. You know, for making me want this.” Akihito was looking at Takato, a look that revealed so much helplessness that it almost made him choke.



“Did you talk to him about it?”



“No! I can’t. He is not serious about this. He… he… he told me I’m just a plaything.”



Tears started rolling again. It hurt so much having to admit that the man he craved with every fiber of his being considered him a toy. Something to discard when he got tired of it.



“Are you sure? The whole thing sounds really serious to me. I mean, he went all the way to Hong Kong to get you back, and if I’m not mistaken he is the guy your old landlord told us about, don’t you think so Kou?”



“Yeah, your landlord evicted you and tried to get into your apartment to sell all of your stuff, when a guy in suit showed up and threatened him with all kinds of stuff. So, he let him pack everything and take it away. The old man looked still scared when he told us. Serves him right, stupid old prick.”



“He got my stuff? I thought it was all gone.” Akihito still sniffled, not sure anymore what to think.



“And he brought you here, takes care of you – looks serious enough to me. I never had a girlfriend who would do that for me…”



“But… I…”



“I think you think too much, Aki-chan.”



His brain was working furiously, trying to sort through his memories of each encounter, looking for clues to what he meant to Asami. Could it really be that the bastards had some feelings for him?



“Just talk to him, he’ll tell you. I’m sure.” Kou said with confidence in his voice.



Yeah, right. Like Asami ever would. Tell him anything. As always, he would need to figure this one out by himself.



“So, where did you get injured? You said a bullet grazed you. Is it a real gun-shot wound?” Kou was leaning closer now, his eyes wandering over his friend, trying to find the injury.



“Well, it’s not really visible.” Embarrassed again. He so did not want to show them.



“Come on, show us. I’ve never seen a real gun-shot wound.” Kou started to pull at the blanket, curious as always.



“Right, show us, I want to see it, too.” Great. Now Takato went after him as well.



Akihito tried to scramble away from them, his pajama top halfway down his shoulder, the hem inching towards his waist. Dangerously so.



“No, please guys, don’t…” Too late. The top had bunched up around his waist, exposing the silky scrap of nothingness that more or less covered his private parts. More likely not so private parts anymore.



“…”



“Holy shit! Not even my girlfriend dares to wear those.” Both guys bent down towards his crotch, taking a real close look at his exposed middle.



“What are these?” Kou pointed with his finger right there.



“Wow. Aki, if you and this guy are going to get any more serious than that, one of you will probably not survive. That’s some kinky stuff, man.”



“You wear that for him? That is hot. Really hot. You know, if I ever find a girlfriend who’ll wear that for me, I’d go to Hong Kong for her, too.”



“No! I didn’t. He makes me…” Shit. Shit. Shit. There really was no plausible explanation for the rings and the string. At least, none that he could think of.



“And the wound? Is it on your back?” Kou was really into it now. Together with Takato he flipped his friend on his back.



“You got shot in the ass? You really got shot in the ass?” Unbelieving voice, followed by roaring laughter.



“This is so not funny, you assholes.” Akihito yelled at them indignantly.



“Oh… but it is…” Takato started to wipe tears of laughter away.



“Where did the rest of that thong go?” Kou came closer again. “Does the string really go between your…”



“I. Am. Not. Talking. About. This. Anymore! Ever!” Akihito scrambled away from them, furiously yanking on his pajama, covering himself. Asami would so pay for this. Humiliated he sat in a corner of the couch, glaring daggers at his friends.



“Oh, come on, Aki. I really want to know. Does it hurt to have those metal rings around your…”



“Shut up, Kou. Just shut up.”



“But…” Whining now.



“Aki is right, Kou. He is still sick and we shouldn’t tease him so much.”



“But… “



“No, Kou. Stop it.”



“Oh, alright!”



Takato slid over to sit next to Akihito, smiled and pulled him into a crushing hug.



“I’m just glad that you’re alive and here. Everything else will work out. You’ll see.”



“I…”



“It’s okay, Aki. We’re here now. I’m sorry; I really shouldn’t have ribbed you so much. I’m just so happy to have you back.” Kou embraced both of his friends, holding them like he never wanted to let go.



“I’m also happy that you both are here, but now -get off me… my ribs…”



“Your ribs? I thought they shot you in the… owwhhh…” Kou howled, hopping away from Akihito who had pinched him in the butt.



“If you do that again, I’ll tell your boyfriend that you went after my ass…” He rubbed over the hurting body part.



“He is Not my boyfriend!!”



******



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Mukouzuke: sea beam, tuna, Japanese needlefish, paste laver, stem of young perilla, Japanese white radish, carrot

Nimono-Wan: paste of white flesh with mugwort, greenling, konoko (dried konowata before fermenting), urui, carrot, kinome

Hassun: ark shell and horsetail seasoned with vinegar and miso, sea beam roe in jelly, prawn coated with powdered dried mullet roe, dressed kogomi with walnut, grilled Japanese icefish with yolk, baby octopus, and young peach

Yaki-Zakana: grilled trout with konomo, broad beans