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He rarely slept long hours; his job always demanding more and more of his time, forcing him to nap in the oddest places at the oddest times. This felt… good. Leisurely he stretched – like a cat, all sinuous muscle and tendons. One eye cracked open to look at the light weight crouched on top of him. Wait. Crouched? Shit. He had been so worn down by his pet he totally forgot to take off the restraints. Not good. Carefully he moved the kitten off him, trying not to wake him up. His arms and legs surely had gone to sleep and would be totally numb by now. Grimacing he tried to push the picture of a screaming Akihito, hurling insults at him out of his mind. The pet would be so pissed.



Cautiously he removed the leather-bindings from his thighs, thrilled at the sight presented to him. Proof of their heated lovemaking was marking the smaller body, silvery spots of dried semen artistically splattered over his taut stomach. He wondered for a moment if the kitten would wake up if he massaged his legs for him. Those beautifully long, sexy legs. Yes, he was a leg-man, definitely a leg-man. For that matter also an ass-man. He loved his lover’s body. So delicate – yet strong, lithe – yet muscled. Languishing before him on silk covers crumpled from the night before. Ready to be taken again. By him. Always and only him.



Well, he would take a shower first; his kitten would definitely not be up for another round yet. After all, he was still a rather sick kitten. With a sigh he went to the bathroom to get ready for the day. His schedule was packed once again and, most importantly, the Chinese bitch came back today. He really had to take care of Arbatov now. Letting the hot water cascade down on his body he tried to think of different scenarios that would make him happy. He couldn’t care less about Feilong’s or Arbatov’s happiness.



When he toweled himself dry a rather nasty thought had taken hold in his mind and dwelling on it made him smirk evilly. Yeah, he knew exactly what he wanted to do now. Another brilliant idea to keep his end of the deal, yet giving it his very own touch. The Ice-princess better appreciate it.



Dressed in only his robe he went back into the bedroom where his kitten was still snuggled under the covers, making small sounds of discomfort. He really should do something about that now. From the foot of the bed he got the wedged pillow and set it in the middle of the mattress. Setting the medicine Akihito needed close by; he took the crouched form of his pet and moved him over the triangular shape, slowly straightening out the cramped legs.



Akihito moaned and tried to wriggle back into a more comfortable position but a set of persistent hands wouldn’t let him. Pain shot through his legs and he screamed. Fingers were deftly massaging his calves; a familiar voice was talking to him, yet all he could concentrate on was the needles piercing his muscles. He screamed until his voice was hoarse. Tears were running down his face, distorted from the pain. What kind of torture was that? What did he do wrong? Who was hurting him? His mind searched frantically for a memory that would explain the punishment he was receiving. He came up blank.



“Stop it, pet! You’re hurting yourself like that.” Asami tried to keep the boy still so he could work the kinks out of his legs. He pulled him off the pillow against his chest, holding him until Akihito became aware of who he was with.



Asami. Thank god it was Asami. Akihito slowly opened his eyes to look into the familiar golden orbs of his lover. With a sigh he sank into the other’s body, reveling in the unique scent of Asami’s skin before he remembered. With a snap he pulled his head back.



“What the hell did you do to me, you bastard?” He tried to move away, but his legs were not working all that well.



“Your legs have fallen asleep, brat. But now that you’re awake you can take care of them yourself.” He pushed the smaller form off his lap and got up. Looking down at the pet, he suppressed his desire to smirk and casually looked around to make sure that the restraints were safely hidden away. It really wouldn’t do to rile up the kitten even more.



“I’ll be back for your medicine in a bit.”



Akihito fell back into the covers with a groan. He carefully tried to move his legs to get rid of the numb feeling and the stabbing little pins poking him. Jeez, this really hurt. Still groaning he got up on unsteady feet, trying to walk some feeling back into his legs. He managed to make three wobbling steps when he felt his legs give out and the floor started to come towards him. Akihito couldn’t suppress the scream escaping his lips, moving his hands in front of his body in a vain attempt to break his fall. He closed his eyes, trying to prepare himself for the inevitable pain upon impact – but he never made it to the floor.



“Stupid brat.” Strong arms had caught him, gathered him against a muscular chest.



Deciding to ignore the insult to his intelligence he just glared at the man holding him.



“I can’t leave you alone for even one minute.”



He felt himself lowered on the bed, draped over some weird foam thing that left him exposed to the world in all of his naked glory with his ass sticking up in the air.



“What the hell are you doing, Asami?” He tried to scramble off the humiliating device only to be stopped by strong hands holding him in place. Turning his head towards the older man, he tried to give Asami a sample of his evil eye which resulted in a rather comical expression – scrunched up face and all, not really intimidating the other. The position he found himself in did not really help either. With a sigh he gave in to fate and tried to relax. There was just no escaping the sex-fiend. He was at Asami’s mercy, forced to surrender to his abuse. And the sex. And the torture. And the sex. And the rape. And the sex. Somehow it came always down to sex. But not this time.



With new resolve he tried to twist himself to the side.



“Leave me alone. I can take care of myself. I’m not a child.” Again a fierce look in the general direction of the other man. He couldn’t stare him down, as much as he wanted to. The moment he would look into those pools of molten gold, he would drown. Again. And want sex. Again. He sighed.



“Right. I just saw how well you can take care of yourself. That’s why you are injured.



Because you take care of yourself so well.” An amused snicker accompanied the words,

spoken softly into his ear.



“This only happened because of you. None of this would have happened if you hadn’t raped me to start with. You dragged me into this because you couldn’t keep your dick in your pants.” He finally had managed to get off the pillow and stared at the tall man looming over him angrily.



“Well, I do admit that to a certain extent you are right. As to my dick being in your hungry mouth or your delicious ass rather than my pants… if I remember correctly it’s always you begging me for more each time you see me.



“That’s not… I never…” The most adorable, indignant sputter from the disheveled kitten.



“Do you really want to deny that every time I touch you you grow rock hard, rubbing yourself against me, desperate to feel my dick inside of you. That you moan and beg me to fill you with my seed, marking you? That you come with the barest touch? That it takes all of my skills to satisfy your needs? That I need to restrain you to keep you from spilling yourself in your pants from just my kisses? Do you really want to deny that your desire for me is so great that you even get hard from hearing me talk right now?”



With a flip of his hand he bared the kitten’s middle, exposing a glorious erection, prominently displayed by the metal rings.



“Yes… No… That’s not… It’s your fault.” The young photographer blushed, his face and neck turning a deep scarlet red.



“It… it… it is your fault. You did this to me. You made me.” Clumsily trying to cover himself, he inched further away from the source of danger.



“You know, if I didn’t know better, I could almost believe you don’t want this.”



“Finally. You got it. I don’t want this. I never wanted this.”



“Really?” Curious fingers found their way between silky thighs, cupping his genitals, weighing them almost thoughtfully in the palm of one hand. “This tells me otherwise…”



Asami chuckled.



“That’s not my fault. You… you… you brainwashed me.”



“Did I?” The hand started to playfully tease the soft sac; fingers were wandering over throbbing flesh, mercilessly arousing the young photographer.



Akihito fell back into the pillows, helplessly thrusting his hips towards the warm hand, wanting more. As always. There was just no way of escaping his own desires, his unfathomable hunger for the other man’s invasive touch, his need to be taken by Asami over and over again, and his depraved longing to submit. He really was brainwashed. He actually wanted to be fucked senseless by the powerful figure looming over him.



He tried to concentrate on holding back another moan, when all of a sudden Asami pulled away. He yelped at the loss of contact, his aching member feeling abandoned.



“What… I…?”



“Sorry, pet. We’ll have to play later. I really need to take care of some important things.” He pulled the smaller figure closer, “And you better not even think about taking matters here into your own hands.” He gave the kitten’s shaft a rough squeeze.



“You… bastard… get off me… I…” Akihito yelled at him, trying to slap the offending hand away from his middle.



“If I catch you playing with yourself, you will regret it.” Evil smirk back in place he flipped the pet over and started to lube up his finger. There was really only one way to prevent the kitten from doing the nasty all by himself. He took the suppository and quickly slipped into the tight little pucker, while holding Akihito down.



“You… I… leave me alone…! And take your finger with you, pervert.” He scrambled away from the invading finger; however, Asami didn’t let him. He pushed a second one in, once again marveling at the burning furnace that was his kitten’s body. It would only take a few minutes until the pet would be out cold for the rest of the morning. That would give the kitten the much needed rest and him time to take care of things.



Akihito was groaning, reduced to a quivering mass of flesh, mindlessly straining for more friction. He tried to focus, to form words into a sentence – he knew he wanted to say something, but the words just wouldn’t come out.



Asami was smiling down at his pet, moaning in frustration, eyes glazed over, moving sluggishly. He knew it had been a smart move to keep the strong pain-killers. Only a few more minutes. Akihito tried to say something, scrunched up his nose –trying to concentrate – and failed miserably. He pulled him against him, hugging the boy to his chest with one arm, holding him until he felt him relax. His fingers were still deeply buried in Akihito’s velvety heat, each stroke of his fingertips making the kitten’s shaft move against his stomach.



“Argh…I… Asami…”



“Sh… it’s okay kitten, relax, it’ll be better soon.” His lips were moving against dry ones, slowly coaxing them open to allow his tongue entry.



“… better…” The pet was mumbling now, clumsily trying to kiss him back.



“Yes, better. You will take a little nap now, and later when I come back, we can play again.”



“… play…” with a happy little sigh Akihito relaxed into the larger frame of Asami, enjoying the ministrations of his lover. He rubbed himself against the hard plane of a taut stomach, all the while grinding himself against the fingers that were teasing him. Right there. It was so… he couldn’t really think anymore, his body felt like it was floating on air and he felt good. Really good.



“Yes, we’ll play some more later. Now you need to sleep.”



“… sleep…”



“We don’t want you to be too tired for your husband, right?”



“… husband…”



His was starting to feel really tired, his head was getting more heavy with every passing second. Asami was right, he needed to sleep, his husband was… his… WHAT?



Asami felt his lover tense up at his words, but the little one was too far gone. At least now the kitten knew his place. He gently placed him back over the wedged pillow, the poor pet’s ass really needed a break, he carefully peeled the abused bandage away and applied fresh salve on the unsightly gash marring the perfect mound. Yes, he definitely would make the Chinese bitch suffer for this. He taped a fresh bandage over the injury and pulled the covers over his kitten, tucking them tightly around the sleeping boy.



Now, that his wife was taken care of he definitely needed to prepare the little surprise he had in store for Feilong.



Chuckling to himself he walked into the living-room, motioning to Akira that he was ready to leave.



“Keita, I want you to stay with Akihito. Make sure he does not overexert himself when he wakes up. And he needs to eat, so have the kitchen send something up that he’ll like.”



“Yes, Asami-sama.”



Keita looked decidedly unhappy with the arrangement but knew better than to voice his opinion. He settled on one of the high bar-stools in the kitchen, getting ready to drown his misery with coffee. This would be a long day. A very long day. And Akira’s laughter did not really make him feel better.



“And Keita? Maybe you will tell Akihito about the new situation. He knows that he is married now.” With that, Asami went to retrieve his coat, not bothering to look back at the pile of misery that used to be his bodyguard.



“Well, good luck partner. You’ll need it. With you now being the designated uke-sitter and all…” Akira let his worlds trail off, shaking with laughter while he hurried after his boss, definitely enjoying to see the other man looking so wretched.



He. Was. So. Dead.