Shot?

He settled on the couch, trying to fight the tension in his muscles off that announced the approaching of a head-ache. He knead his temples, desperately wishing for cool, slender fingers to do this for him, massaging his scalp only to move lower and work on the muscles of his neck. They would gently travel down his back, taking their time, being rhythmic and sensitive to then proceed from long gliding strokes to deeper ones. The hands would move in a tantalizing pattern over his back, down his legs to his feet until he would turn over and have him begin again. Akihito would weave a sensual pattern of touches over his chest, exploring his body with every seductive stroke to finally…

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.



“Asami-sama? Takahashi-san is here.”



“Show him in.” He got up to welcome his next visitor, the one he was really looking forward to see.



“Good evening, Asami-sama. Thank you for considering us.” A slender young man walked in with two large suitcases in tow.



“That’s all, Keita. Thank you for coming, Takahashi-san.”



“We are always happy to be of help.” The sales-clerk bowed to the much taller man and gestured towards the suitcases.



“I hope these models are what you were thinking about.” Takahashi quickly opened one of the trunks and started to pull out various items to show to Asami.



“Yes, that’s exactly what I need for him.” Settling back on the couch, he suffered through an endless parade of garments, desperately trying not to picture how Akihito would look in each one of them.



Soon he was drowning in a mass of silk and other materials unknown to him, all designed to make sure his pet would be comfortable. Or not. For sure he would be furious. But he would wear them. As a punishment for getting himself shot. Stupid brat!



He watched as Takashi carefully positioned the second suitcase away from him, so he couldn’t really see what was inside. All of his senses suddenly screamed ‘danger’ at him, and so far listening to them had kept him alive. In one swift move he got up, walked towards the smaller man and towered menacingly over him.



“Care to show me what you’re hiding in this?” His voice was calm. Deadly calm.



Gulping , the small man seemed to shrink even more.



“Nothing, Asami-sama. It’s just…” He swallowed again.



“These items won’t be what you wanted. I was about to got two more out for you, but the rest… require a really exotic taste…” Shaking with fear and embarrassment, Takashi watched as Asami pulled out several pieces and stared at them. Speechless. He felt eyes on him, turning from golden amber to liquid lava.



“I take them all.”



“Even… those?” The young man held up an item which looked… rather interesting. The smell of leather assaulted Asami’s senses and sent them reeling. The clinking sound of metal mesh turned into a loud roar in his ears and he was sure that he started drooling. Of all the… He shook his head to clear it from the images assaulting his tortured brain.



“I. Take. Them. All.”



Glad to have been spared by the large man looming over him, Takashi wiped the sweat off his brow and breathed in deeply. Just being in the presence of the influential Yakuza intimidated him so much that he didn’t allow himself to think about what the tall man would with it. Or who he would make wear it.



“All of them. Send me the bill.”



“Oh, thank you, Asami-sama. If there is anything else I can do for you, please let me know immediately.” Takahashi carefully repacked everything in the suitcases and closed them.



“May I leave the suitcases with you, Asami-sama? It will be easier for you to take your purchases home.”



“Yes, just put them on the bill as well.”



“I will, thank you, Asami-sama. Good night. We appreciate your business.”



He scurried out of the door, glad to be allowed to leave in one piece. Although he had just sold merchandise for over half a million yen, Asami scared the hell out of him.



“Keita? Make sure these two suitcases are being sent to the penthouse.”



“Yes, Asami-sama.” The dark-haired bodyguard closed the door again to find someone to take Asami’s purchase home.



*****



Around midnight Asami finally decided to go home. He was tired, more so as he had not really rested that much over the last couple of weeks. He hadn’t been able to sleep since Akihito had been taken by the Chinese. Because of his injury. It couldn’t have been because he was missing the feeling of a warm, lean body curled up into him. Not at all.



He hadn’t missed the feeling of content that came in the package of a certain lanky photographer who managed in the course of a night to throw the bed-covers on the floor, bunch up the sheets at his feet to then wrap himself into his only available source of warmth. Not possible. He didn’t miss the brat. Not at all.



With a tired sigh he walked into his bedroom – no their bedroom and slowly started to take his clothes off. All he wanted was a hot shower and then sleep. His eyes scanned the room before him, wondering how Akihito would fit in it. Did he need to make more changes? Should he talk to the interior designer he had hired? The huge bed dominated the space, made to his specifications. A huge mattress was sitting on top of a platform, very stylish and minimalistic. Well, not really that minimalistic. Inside the platform were all of those wonderful hidden compartments, places to keep the implements he preferred using to enhance his pet’s pleasure close by. He wondered if any of them would send the cleaning maid running away screaming. He chuckled and dropped his shirt carelessly on a chaise. His eyes wandered up towards the ceiling, still amazed that he couldn’t really the seams of the cover that hid the sling. Not that he had anything planned with it- yet. It was only installed in case Akihito wouldn’t be able to stay in bed any longer without pain. After all, he was injured in a rather sensitive place. From a gunshot. Stupid brat.



The rest of his clothes followed his shirt and he walked into the bathroom to take his shower. He stepped into the large walk-in tiled compartment and soon steam started to fill the room. He leaned against the warm tiles, enjoying their warmth, once more thankful that he had insisted on heating not only for the floor, but also behind the walls. His pet would enjoy this; he always seemed to be cold. At least his feet were all the time. The bunny slippers would really come in hand. He chuckled at the thought of how Akihito would yell at him for making him wear them. And all the other clothes he’d bought so far. Life was definitely starting to look better.



The spray of water hit him from every side, caressing his body with pulsating jets, massaging his tired body. He tried to not think about how it would feel to rub up against a certain slender body, pressing against tight cheeks and drink in the taste of his skin. He turned on the cold water. He needed to cool down. Three more days. Stupid brat.



Quickly he stepped out of the shower, toweled himself dry and put on his robe. He stifled a yawn and went back into the master suite. His eyes fell on the two suitcases that had already been delivered and were waiting for him to unpack them. A tortured groan escaped his mouth; he couldn’t do it. There was no fucking way he would survive this. Not now.



Almost violently he yanked back the covers and lay down, desperately waiting for sleep to claim him.



*****



The hospital was quiet, only the nurses were silently walking in the hallways making sure their patients were taken care of, even in the late hours of the night.



Keita still sat in the corner, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He was sure he wouldn’t survive another minute of his ward’s feverish mumblings that somehow involved his boss. Wasn’t there anything else the brat could dream about than Asami. He was so tired of hearing Asami-sama’s name being screamed out, followed by deeply erotic moans. He wanted out. Now.



He sighed in relief when a tall nurse came in with a bright smile on her face. She was a pretty girl with long black hair and he took his time to look her over. Well, she had a rather flat chest, but then again she really had beautiful grey eyes.



She pushed a trolley in front of her towards the bed. Without being asked to, she lifted the cloth covering the top to reveal a bedpan. Keita groaned. His night just went from bad and boring to really disgusting.



“I’m here to relief the patient. It’s been quite some time.” She waved the bedpan at him vigorously and walked closer to him.



“You look tired. If you want to, you can step outside while I help Takaba-san to do his business.”



Hesitating only for a moment, Keita gave the tall, slender girl a thankful smile and got up.



“Well, you can see that I carry nothing on my person, so really, there is no reason for you to stay in here.” She gave a simpering giggle and ran one of her hands seductively down the side of her body, pressing the flimsy material of her uniform against her flat torso.



Keita’s eyes scanned over her body again and decided it to be save to let her do this unpleasant task without him watching. Really, there was no reason for him to look at the photographer’s crotch being manhandled by the nurse. He went to the door, signaling one of his men to take position right at the door.



“Make sure no one goes in. There is a nurse inside now doing something, when she leaves make sure he is okay and wait for me to come back.” He needed a smoke. Hell, he needed a smoke and a vacation. Preferably somewhere far away with a whole cheer-leading team. He sighed and went to the stairwell to go outside for a smoke.



Hanashi opened the door to see the nurse carefully rolling her patient on the side and then positioning the bedpan. He quickly shut the door and took up his position again. He so didn’t need to see that.



After a few minutes, the nurse stepped outside, pulling the trolley with the now full container behind her, daintily walking down the hallway and disappeared out of sight. He went inside again and checked on Takaba. Or actually Akihito-kun as all of Asami’s men called him. He felt sorry for the boy, lying immobilized on the bed, his breath wheezing and desperate, yet soft moans coming from his throat. The kid was really sick and hurting. Seeing that there was nothing out of place he waited for Keita to come back to relief him. Maybe he would look for the pretty nurse. He hadn’t seen her before; she must have just started on her night-shift. She was tall and slender, her body a bit on the boyish side, but then he never much cared for large breasts. He was a real leg-man. And she had some legs, never-ending, long, silky limbs that called for his touch. Yes, he would definitely look her up…



*****



Ring.



Ring.



Ring.



With a curse, Asami struggled awake to answer the annoying phone.



“This better be good.”



“Oh, it is… “



“Feilong.”



“The one and only.” The Chinese couldn’t hide the evil glee in his voice.



“I told you already, that as soon as I have the time, I’ll hand him over. Do. Not. Push. Me.”



“Far be it for me to push you, mighty Asami-sama. I didn’t call you to pressure you into giving Arbatov over. No, I just thought to call you and ask how our kawaii Akihito is doing?”



“None of your business, you bastard. You shot him.” Asami replied with a cold voice. Anybody who knew him would run for cover upon hearing him talk with ‘the’ voice. Not Feilong.



“See, I thought you wouldn’t be forward enough to tell me how he is, so I paid him a visit to make sure he is properly taken care of. And I left a little present for you in the hospital. With him.” Smugness oozed from the phone.



Even if he hadn’t been wholly awake before; he sure was now. He didn’t even reply on the sarcastic sounding remark; he just hung up.



Cursing, he dialed Keita’s number while struggling to get into some clothes.



“Asami-sama?”



“You better tell me that you didn’t let Feilong into the same room with Akihito.”



“Nobody got into the room. Only hospital personnel. I was here with him all the time.”



“I’ll be there in 15 minutes.”



Click. He hung up.



Hurrying out the apartment with Akira closely on his heels, he got into the black limousine and drove to check on his boy.



*****



He walked towards his pet’s room, every brisk step exuding menace and a dark promise of retaliation to anyone who’d harmed his boy.



Keita was waiting for him in front of the room to greet his boss without waking the kid up.



“Keita.”



“As I told you before, Asami-sama. A nurse came in earlier with a bedpan, I checked her and she was clean. Nobody else but me and Hanashi have been inside.”



Asami took a deep breath and opened the door. He controlled his urge to groan at the sight of his boy and walked inside, firmly shutting the door behind him. The room looked the same as this morning. His pet looked the same as this morning. Damn him.



He called Yamaguchi.



“I want you here. Now.”



“Something wrong, Asami-sama? When I last checked on Takaba-san, he was asleep.” There was no worry in the doctor’s voice, only confidence in his assessment of the boy’s condidtion.



Silence.



“I’ll be there in a minute.”



Click.



For the first time since they had brought Akihito to the hospital, the Yakuza sat down on the side of the bed, afraid to touch his pet, however seeking to be close to him. He gently touched a slender hand with one finger, carefully caressing it, making sure not to wake him up. A soft moan drifted from his boy, making even this small touch almost unbearable.



The door opened with an almost inaudible click.



“Someone who was not supposed to be here apparently had access to him. I want you to make sure he is alright.”



Yamaguchi cast a concerned look at the dangerous man sitting next to his patient, worry clear on his face. He couldn’t take this lightly.



“Any idea what I’m supposed to look for? Poison? Drugs?”



“No. Just test him for everything. I was told that a present was left for me. I have no idea what this could be.”



“Do you want to stay while I examine him?”



“No. I’ll be outside.” He was sure he wouldn’t survive a close examination of his boy in front of him. All that delectable skin exposed to his eyes, every inch his to devour. He got up and stepped out.



After a few minutes the door opened and the doctor came out with a weird look on his face.



“I think I found the present left for you, Asami-sama.” His voice sounded strained as if he was trying to desperately hold back.



“What is it?” Asami impatiently stepped forward.



“Well, I think you should take a look at it.” The doctor motioned to the door. When Keita made an attempt to follow both men inside, Yamaguchi stopped Asami.



“I think you should look at this alone. Please.”



He nodded to Keita and quickly went inside the room.



“So, what is it?”



Yamaguchi didn’t say anything, just carefully positioned the boy on his side and pointed.



“I think this is it.”



“He. Is. Dead. That fucking bastard just died.” He looked once more at the cold gleaming piece of metal, turned around and stormed out of the room.



*****