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Disclaimer: All characters belongs to Yamane Sensei and I am not making any money off of this. Its all in good fun!


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Plates were placed in front of the men; the waiter making sure each dish was perfect before bowing and leaving the two alone. Takaba had been quiet the entire night, offering soft smiles and nods to each thing Asami had said. He was a ball of nerves waiting for something to happen or a big issue drop. So far they had discussed art, LA, and Asami’s club. The question of the wife hung between them but no one was ready to tackle that issue.

“I was surprised to hear from you.”

“I just go tired you know? Something had to be said. Thanks for waiting on me.”

Hands appeared and touched Takaba’s own, fingers caressing knuckles as Asami leaned in. “If you had waited any longer I would have called you.”

A blush appeared and then a tongue, licking lips, “I am glad. Any thing other would be a disappointment.”

The food, half done lay between them, forgotten at the moment. “You are not going home tonight.”

“I brought a bag.”

“Good.”

Then Asami slightly stood up and finished his lean, lips touching Takaba’s in a gentle caressing motion. Breaths inhaled and eyes fluttered open. “I never forgot you. You stayed with me even when I ran to America. It was shocking.” A bitter laugh followed as he stared at the man who had controlled him all along with his memories.

“I married because you didn’t come back. I had to move on, even if it was only to assure my business an heir. But first I went to Feilong. We had a history built on silence. I won’t do that again.” Asami pulled back and sat his face plain of any smirk. “I can’t do anything but tell you anything you want. I won’t lose this.”

“You left this. You could have perused me at anytime. But all I had was shadows and silence. The thing you are avoiding now. The news of your wife….It was one of the reasons I moved.”

“It stops tonight then. No silence or hiding.”

“Then…” Takaba paused, taking back his hands as he met the eyes of Asami. “Where is your wife? Does she know?”

Sighing Asami closed his eyes, an expression of pure exhaustion crossing his brow. “She is in one of the apartments we own and she knows nothing. It is better.”

“I won’t lie to her. So if she finds out I will not hide.” Takaba said watching each motion of Asami’s face. The photograph knew any real emotion not controlled would show up on the yukaza’s brow. “And I will not answer to you either. This can not be a monogamous thing.”

The anger and shook at the statement made its way to Asami’s brow and he snapped his eyes open. “I demand it.” The he closed his mouth and let out another sigh. “I can’t can I? You will just leave again?”

Takaba nodded and Asami frowned, as the understanding passed through them. “In time you may reconsider?”

“Yes, in time.” The blonde answered, allowing himself to really smile.

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The drive to Asami’s apartment was done in silence, Takaba looking out and watching the lights and building as they drove on. He was a bit surprised when they pulled up to the same apartment he had almost moved in to, eyes widening as he got out and into the elevator. The building was the same and so was the apartment living room. It was only the bedroom that changed. In the years that had passed Asami had one of the walls taken down and a French door added leading into his study. Everything was clean and in relaxing creams and reds.

“I would offer wine but…” Asami closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around the blonde, inhaling as they hugged. Takaba smelled the same and it was a comforting thing to know. Slowly he broke away and brought his hands to undress the other.

“Wait.” Takaba breathed, stepping back and smiling. “Music?”

Eyebrows rose and Asami walked to the study and opened up his laptop, turning on music and turning up the volume When he came back he found Takaba in the same place smiling as his body moved with the beat.

“Just watch.”

Takaba’s thin hands came up and started to unbutton the shirt as he swayed, eyes locked with Asami. The shirt was discarded as he started on the pants, whipping the belt out and throwing it at Asami who caught it. Buttons fell open and Asami watched in amazement as it was revealed Takaba had no underwear on. The photographer was now full out dancing, running hands down his body as the slacks sank to the floor and he stepped out of them. He was hard and fully showing that off to his lover.

“Now you.”

Asami swallowed and rushed out of his clothing, ripping his shirt in places in his hurry. When he tried to move closer Takaba shook his head no and gestured to the bed, waiting for the yukaza to lie down.

“The last thing you did to me was the blow job. It’s my turn now.” Climbing on the bed Takaba wiggled up to Asami’s cock and licked his lips, before lowering his mouth. Asami watched his body arching for anything so when the hot wet mouth came he moaned loudly, lifting his hips a small bit. The tongue swirled and licked as Takaba bobbed his head, his won cock dripping precome. Taking Asami in his mouth he began to hum and suck, getting a rhythm as he bobbed.

The whole blowjob lasted a few minutes before Takaba felt hands pulling him away.

“I want in you.” Asami growled, taking back control, kissing Takaba and shifting until the blonde was on bottom, running his hands all over his lover’s body. Kissing down Takaba’s face Asami moved to his neck leaving his evidence all over the collar bone.

Takaba just cried out and rubbed against Asami, cocks brushing each other and hips.

“Lube? Where is it?”

Smirk in place Asami lifted up and reached over to the nightstand, pulling out a condom and lube.

“You don’t need the condom.”

“I do. Disease.”

“I never fucked any one else. You don’t need it.” Takaba argued, a faint blush appearing. Asami just stared. “I mean it. I was to busy with work.” The condom flew to the ground and Takaba was being kissed hard, his mouth full with Asami’s tongue, and he wrapped his arms around the neck. It was a kiss of possession and relief, a quiet thank you. Pulling back Asami took the lube and in seconds Takaba was wringing, wondering how he ever lived with out this. Slick cool fingers fucked him, and he met each thrust, face flush and his mouth open.

“Ready?”

“Yea.”

Asami took his fingers out and coated his cock, before aiming and pushing in. It was tighter than he remembered but not as resistant. Slowly he sank, filling Takaba; kissing the blonde, and moving.

Moans, gasps, and sighs filled the room, as they fucked, fast and hard. The head board hit the wall and Takaba met the thrusts, kissing, scratching and biting Asami. He didn’t last long when a large hand wrapped around him, pumping him with ease. He screamed when he came, Asami not far off from him. Then they just stayed, wrapped up in each other, breathing harsh and quick.

“I love you.” Gasped out Takaba said it clear and loud, opening more than his body up to Asami.

His answer was a kiss and smile. He didn’t expect anything more and it was enough.