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Distorted Reality
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Notes:
* My interpretation of what could happen after the end of
Naked Truth
2.
* Contains spoilers for everything
up to and including the second chapter of \'Naked Truth\'
* Consensual sex, threesome, kink,
ice
cream, angst
*****
Distorted
Reality
by
Kadira (January 2005)
Takaba\'s
eyes are closed; just feeling without
the need to face reality. He much prefers it that way because -- and
he\'s very
sure about that -- the reality right now couldn\'t be any worse.
\"I can
almost understand what you see in him,\" he hears a
familiar voice, not as familiar as Asami\'s, but certainly far less
welcome than
that one. He remembers that voice from his nightmares, which are always
filled
with guilt, fear - and lust. A lust that is shaming in its intensity
when it
leaves him yearning for another\'s touch - just not that of that
bastard. Yet,
the voice is seducing in its own way with its softness and the strange
accent.
With his eyes closed, Takaba can almost believe that he\'s just dreaming
again. There\'s
a slight variation to his usual nightmare, though. Normally in his
nightmares,
the hands wandering up and down his body, demanding and exploring at
once,
always intended of getting everything out of him, are never that firm,
and the
scent of his lo-- of Asami never seems that real, nor his lips as he
claims
Takaba\'s for a kiss that is almost of the same devouringly attention as
the
ones he receives in his waken state.
And
then there are the memories, of course ...
~~~~
He had arrived at Rokumei Lounge shortly after 5 am. Still fighting the
aftereffect of whatever that bastard had put into his drink, he had
crossed the
dark parking spot, the closed store and headed towards the light from
the
restaurant. When he
reached the doorway, he came to a stop. lang=\"EN-US\">
\"Akihito. You shouldn\'t be here.\" The short moment of surprise in
Asami\'s eyes and voice almost made up for his pounding head
desirable state. Almost.
\"You drugged me, you bastard!\" lang=\"EN-US\">All
he received in return, was the trademark smirk, no affirmation, no
negation,
nothing else at all.
that he had expected anything else.
Takaba looked around, but apart from these two, the place was empty, no
sign of
Kou or Takato. \"Where are my friends?\" he demanded, fearing for the
worst. There was next to nothing he didn\'t think the Chinese man
capable of. If
there was someone even more cunning and dangerous than Asami, it was
Liu Fei Long, as Takaba had experienced first hand just two months ago.
\"Why so forceful?
There\'s really no need for
it,\" Fei Long said, before taking a sip from his tea, as if nothing
could
disturb him. \"Though, I understand his temper is what draws you to him,
isn\'t it Asami? I never thought you capable of getting so involved with
anybody, that you would personally come to settle the matter, all to
prevent
him from getting involved any further. The last time we talked, you
were more
than willing to sacrifice your lover,\" he continued, his voice still
soft,
but with a hard edge to it. lang=\"EN-US\">
Asami, whose eyes had narrowed at Fei Long\'s statement, turned his
attention to
Takaba without ever looking away from his Chinese colleague. \"They
should
be home by now.\"
Takaba released breath he hadn\'t even known he was holding.
\"You can call them if you don\'t believe your lover,\" Fei Long
suggested, smirking ever
slightly, making it clear just how much he was enjoying the situation.
Lover! Ha!
Asami\'s \"Who\'s your lover?\" came uninvited into his mind.
That bastard! Though, right now, Takaba wasn\'t quite sure whom he meant
more;
Fei Long or Asami. They
both had their way of playing with and
manipulating people without them even being aware of it.
Without looking at either of them, Takaba got out his cell phone,
hoping for
the best as he called Kou.
\"Isn\'t it a shame when not even your own lover trusts you?\" Fei asked
lightly, but Takaba thought that there was something more in his voice.
Before
he could identify it though, his call was accepted.
\"Kou? Where are you right now?\"
\"Akihito?\" came the sleepy answer. \"Have you any idea how late
it is?\"
\"Where are you? Where\'s Takato?\" Takaba repeated his question, well
aware of the two additional sets of ears, probably even more in the
shadows,
listening to his call, more likely than not highly amused by his action
and
worry. But damn them! He wasn\'t like them; he could never be so cold.
He didn\'t
want to be it either!
\"Home, of course. Where else would we be at this time? We waited for
you
until almost four, but then that friend of yours showed up and told us
to go
home, that something came up and you couldn\'t come.
from New Year\'s Eve.\"
\"I sent him? New Year\'s Eve?\" Takaba repeated, confused, trying to
make sense of what he heard with a mind that still didn\'t quite feel
like his
own. Damn Asami! That was one of the reasons he never did drugs, not
willingly
at least, and almost never drank alcohol either. The loss of control
always
meant trouble.
\"The one with the black BMW, who fetched you.\" Nothing like such a
small detail to improve one\'s
memory
instantly. There was no way he could forget his awakening after that
party and
far too much alcohol. And not to forget the rest … He just had it, so
far at
least, successfully suppressed, along with quite a few other memories.
\"Akihito? Are you all right? Don\'t you remember? You should, you sent
him
to tell us that.\"
\"I\'m fine. I just … forgot,\" Takaba said. Just great.
\"Your boss pushes you too hard. To make you work so long... You should
probably try to get some rest, you\'re acting strange today.\"
\"I will,\" Takaba hurried to say. \"I will call you
tomorrow,\" he ended, closing the connection before Kou could reply.
\"And now that we\'re all here, why don\'t you join us, Takaba-kun? As I
see
it, we still have an issue to resolve,\" Fei Long broke the momentary
silence that had settled between them.
\"What do you want, Fei Long? We both know that it isn\'t about the disk.
You wouldn\'t be as careless as having such sensitive data without a
backup
copy. At least the Fei Long I knew wouldn\'t have done it,\" there is a
slight smile now, almost teasingly, fleeting, before Asami\'s usual
blank mask
falls back into place. \"And even if it would just be about the disk,
you
know that I can\'t give it to you, not even if there was something left.
So if
you haven\'t changed that much, that can\'t be the issue. Is it revenge?
I am
here, there\'s no reason to involve him further in this. What do you
really
want?\" Asami asked, not even the faintest sign of agitation or wavering
in
his voice -- as usual.
The way they looked at each other, keeping their eyes locked, raised an
uncomfortable feeling within Takaba. There was some kind of familiarity
between
them that shouldn\'t be there, and which Takaba didn\'t like at all.
~~~~~
And Takaba can\'t help but think that it is exactly that familiarity
that
brought them into this situation. lang=\"EN-US\">Settling the problem
of the disc and preventing further trouble by having sex……the three of
them! It was the
most
ridiculous solution. Though, after dealing with Asami for so long and
getting
to know Fei Long far more intimately than he ever wanted, it shouldn\'t
really
have surprised him. Must be the job that turned people into perverted
assholes.
Or maybe it was a requirement to be admitted into the mafia.
~~~~~
\"We have seen how far Asami will go to protect the ones he cares for,
but
how far are you willing to go to ensure the continuous safety of your
friends,
Takaba?\"
The soft voice drove him up the wall, but there was no question that he
would
do it, despite the inaccuracy of the first part of Fei Long\'s
statement. It was
just one more proof that Fei Long knew nothing, not about Asami, not
about him,
and certainly not about their relationship. Though, maybe abducting and
drugging people was a sign of caring in their world. Yet, Takaba knew
he
couldn\'t get his friends involved in this, not further than they were
already.
For him, it was too late, but not for them.
So he had taken the bait.
Not that it was even that difficult to endure the short brushing of
lips
against his own as Fei Long leaned forward. On the contrary, even if
he\'d
rather die than admitting that. But that again was one of the reasons
for his
hasty exit and him walking home instead of waiting for Asami.
He needed time for himself, to think.
in the last few days, that there was no way he could brush it aside and
go on
as if nothing had happened. lang=\"EN-US\"> Not that he had that luxury. Asami had already been
waiting for him when he\'d finally reached his apartment; inside.
bother asking how he got in anymore.
thing about the yakuza, it was that everything was possible with him.
Besides,
he had more pressing things on his mind.
\"Are you sure about that?\" as casual as normal. Asami didn\'t even
bother to turn from the window to look at him, his voice giving no
emotion
whatsoever away. Business as usual. And while Takaba should have been
used to
it, this was Asami after all, he couldn\'t quite ignore the bang of pain
he
felt. Not that he should feel this way. After all, he wasn\'t deluded
enough to
believe that there was more to what they had then him being used.
way! Yet, the
feeling was there,
crushing down on him. One more emotion to add to the ever-growing
selection of
feelings he couldn\'t identify and really didn\'t want to deal with.
He had laughed then. \"Because
it was like I really
had any other choices, right?\" lang=\"EN-US\">
\"You could have refused.\"
\"And have him after me and my friends forever? No, thank you. I want my
life back!\"
There really wasn\'t anything more to say.
was the only option to get that bastard out of his life for good,
especially
now that it was obvious he wasn\'t interested in some data after all.
\"Just don\'t forget that you are mine! No matter what happens,\"
strangely comforting words in that situation, followed by a kiss that,
at least
for the moment, made it unnecessary to think and worry.
~~~~~
\"He\'s quite pretty.\" Fei Long again, tearing him away from the
memories. \"Wild like an untamed cat, yet at the same time so responsive
and surrendering to your touch alone. You must enjoy that.\"
Takaba opens his eyes just in time to see the smirk before Liu Fei Long
leans
back in the armchair, pipe in his hands and the half opened bathrobe
revealing
more bare skin than would be necessary and a body that sure doesn\'t
need to be
hidden. On the whole, the bastard looked much more comfortable than he
should.
\"I do and he is. But you know that I always had a good taste,
especially
when it comes to untamed animals of the human variation.\" Asami sounds
far
too amused for his liking lang=\"EN-US\">, and
Takaba finds himself
opening his mouth to protest at that categorization. Not that it would
do any
good. In the end he would just amuse Asami again, which is
the lips on his neck,
biting and sucking, adding more marks to the ones already decorating
his body, taking
from him the ability to form a coherent thought, let alone speak.
Takaba closes his eyes as every protest he had on his lips is fleeting.
He
finds himself groaning and even turns his head to give Asami better
access. The
contact is oddly comforting, which is scaring in itself. Takaba blames
it on
the emotional ups and downs of the last few days and the plain sensory
overload.
Being threatened one moment and then the next getting shown just what
for a
relationship they have -- at least in Asami\'s opinion -- by being
fucked over and
over again, can do strange things to one. It certainly is a much more
pleasing
and easier explanation than all the other ones that come to his mind,
or facing
and exploring these special emotions to start with. Takaba hasn\'t done
it so
far, not much at least, and he won\'t do it now if he could avoid it.
He opens his eyes again as Asami shifts on him, moving slightly beside
him, so
that he can look at Fei Long.
\"And he\'s mine.\" Takaba almost startles as he hears the heat
in the other\'s voice so close to his ear, speaking words that -- as
always and
no matter how much he hates it -- go straight to his cock, making it
twitch in
excitement, betraying him as clearly as nothing else could. What was it
with
him and his treacherous body anyway? And what\'s Asami\'s obsession with
him? His
constant \'he\'s mine\', as if Takaba was just a toy or a pet, at most,
and only
when he didn\'t treat him like a child. It takes all his willpower not
to arch
into the hand that wanders up from his stomach to his chest, to caress
his
upper body. \"This is the last time you\'ll get a taste of him.\"
Takaba can\'t stop himself from freezing as Fei Long puts the pipe on
the nearby
table and stands up, letting the bathrobe slip to the ground in one
smooth
move. \"After today
you will leave him and his friends
alone.\" There was an
unmistakable warning in the yakuza\'s voice, dark and heavy
with its implications.
Fei Long however doesn\'t seem very impressed and just shrugs. \"More
trouble than being set up by you? Maybe this time you won\'t get me to
the
hospital in time or make sure that vital organs are not missed?\" For a
moment the air seems to be electrified with tension as they look at
each other.
\"He gave me the bullet wound on my chest. I think of him whenever it
aches. It makes me want to take away everything of importance from
him...\"
Takaba remembers suddenly the words that didn\'t make any sense in his
drug-befuddled mind then, but now the pieces were slowly coming
together...
He shakes his head in an attempt not to think about the two of them
this way.
That is neither something he wants to have confirmed nor does he even
want to
think about that anymore. Yet, in a not so strange way, it does make
sense.
Their expression when they looked at each other then, the almost
electrified
atmosphere here, Fei Long\'s statement, his abduction to start with,
this
strange situation now...
\"I never wanted something like this to happen,\" Asami said, voice
calm and controlled, as if they talked about something completely
ordinary.
\"And yet it did, just when I was almost convinced that you could be
trusted.\" The calmness is merely a farce here, trying to cover the
emotions that bubble just below the surface, insufficiently because
even to
Takaba they are clear to see, in the way the other\'s eyes darken ever
so
slightly, the tense voice, the way Fei Long\'s jaw sets for just a tiny
moment
before the mask of unconcern falls back into place. He has no doubt
that Asami
saw it as well.
Takaba can barely suppress a shudder at the images that turn unbidden
up in his
mind by their exchange. Yet, while he still refuses to think about it
further,
not even he can really ignore -- even less explain! -- the feelings
seething
within him and so he\'s almost grateful for the distraction as Asami\'s
hands continue
their absent journey over his body. It\'s too worrisome to explore such
things,
so he gives himself over to the sensations Asami always manages to
create
within him. A low moan escapes him, as warm fingers begin to play with
his
nipples, coaxing them almost instantly to hardness, making him even
more aware
of his body and the man close to him. The caress awakens
they are together, whether
he wants it or not.
Yet, and he\'s more than grateful for that, the sound of his moan is
drowned out
by the Chinese mafia leader\'s soft laugh. Not a Yakuza, but a Triad
leader.
Takaba had
almost immediately after he had the misfortune to get to know Liu Fei
Long,
just as he did with Asami after their first meeting. Not that it helped
him so
far when it came to dealing with either of them, but it made him feel
more
secure. A paradox in itself, especially seeing just how dangerous the
two of
them are when they want something, even when in their better moods.
Still, \'knowing
your enemy\', \'knowledge is power\' and all that nonsense.
And one thing was for sure, they both had a serious problem
understanding and
accepting a simple \"No\". Sometimes, Takaba wishes he would have said
yes to the newspaper\'s offer instead of insisting that he could make it
on his
own, and jumped at the chance of working part time for the police.
Despite the
boredom that would have been inevitable, it would certainly have spared
him a
lot of trouble. He thinks that very rarely, though, because his life is
just
fine, short of perfect even, if it weren\'t for certain perverted
bastards who
insist on messing it up every so often.
His cock twitches in approval as a fingernail scraps over his erect
nipple,
sending a bright surge of lust through his body, making it for a moment
almost
impossible to concentrate on the events that are unfolding here. Damn
Asami for
knowing his body so well that he could turn Takaba, with the simplest
touch,
into a quivering mess!
\"But yes, that\'s what I said, didn\'t I?\" Fei Long says simply.
\"I mean it, Fei Long.\" Still dark, but somehow pacified as the
Chinese triad leader comes closer, long hair loose and with a very
unsettling,
hungry expression as he lets his eyes wander over them, like a panther
on the
search for its next prey. Yet, not even Takaba can deny that there is
something
very appealing about him.
\"I have no doubts about that,\" Fei Long says, amusement echoing in
his words as well as in his voice. \"Of course,\" he continues,
\"that doesn\'t mean that I extend the same courtesy to you, Asami. We
both
still have an open bill,\" his voice is a purr, which is just as
unsettling
as the actual statement. \"More than one actually, the disk being only
one
issue.\" Takaba\'s suppresses a shiver and unconsciously presses himself
closer against Asami, then, realizing just what he is doing, cursing
himself
inwardly. Right, give Asami even more ammunition. Just what he needed!
Asami\'s hold on him tightens, so that he can\'t even remedy that
mistake. Not
much of a surprise there. Resigned, he lays his hand on Asami\'s side,
once more
marveling at the heat the other man radiates, and instinctively allows
the
other\'s scent to calm him somehow. Fei Long just laughs, obviously very
well
aware of what just took place here. \"Don\'t worry, kid, I have no plans
of
killing your ... lover. Not yet anyway,\" he says, half kneeling on the
mattress, far too close for Takaba\'s comfort, making the wide hotel bed
appear
far too small. Unconsciously, Takaba\'s grip on Asami tightens again and
his
eyes narrow.
That was the bastard who poisoned him with that tobacco of his. The
bastard who
raped him, tried to shoot him, then threatened him for something that
was no
longer in his possession nor that he ever wanted to start with and who
caused
this situation now. And that very same bastard was now calling him a kid?
If it hadn\'t been for the arms around him, he would have jumped up that
moment.
Not that he would have known what to do, but he would have thought
about
something. He\'s sure about that.
\"Who are you calling a kid?!\" he asks, eyes blazing. He would be
damned if he would give the other man the upper hand again. The
situation was
bad enough as it was, without letting himself be offended.
\"This all the last seven years have come down to? I remember a time
when
there was more to you,\" Asami interferes before Fei can answer or
Takaba
say anything more. Even without turning around, he can see and hear the
grin in
Asami\'s voice. \"Or is talking the other side to death the new motto of
your
family?\" Asami continues, a light smirk on his lips that rarely
promised
anything good.
And right, before any of them can react, Asami has released Takaba and
grabbed
Fei so abruptly that the other man loses his balance, and with a
surprised gasp
lands half in Asami\'s arms and half on Takaba. Before he can say
something, or
protest, Asami\'s mouth is on his, kissing him, hard, almost with the
same
devouring intensity he normally pays to Takaba.
Takaba doesn\'t like it. Not at all. A flood of some unknown and highly
unwelcome emotions rush through him as he observes them, caught between
them,
hating what he sees, but unable to even look away.
unwelcome part of his mind provides him the absolute unnecessary
thought that
the picture, A - has something very stimulating, and B - they look far
too
comfortable together.
And as if it wasn\'t
already enough to have to observe
them, much to his dismay he feels Asami’s cock twitch against his thigh.
Takaba\'s hand clenches into the sheet as the kiss goes on and on and
on, while
he fights against the desire to just go between them.
What the hell is wrong with him? He shouldn\'t be turned on by this, no
matter
the situation or how they look together! Even less should he feel this
way, so
... unsettled at what is happening, so torn between arousal and
loathing! If
anything at all, he should be grateful that Asami\'s attention is
focused on
somebody else for a change, especially after the last few days and the
time
they spent together! Yet, no matter how much he tells himself that, the
feeling
refuses to vanish.
After an eternity of being caught in the disconcerting mix of emotions,
torn
between lust and loathing, both seething just under the surface, they
finally
separate again, both of them clearly out of breath. Takaba finds
himself on the
edge, not sure what to do next, but very certain that giving into his
most
basic urges and strangling the Chinese bastard isn\'t an option, no
matter how
much it appeals to him right now or how good his reasons are.
Fei Long closes his eyes, then licks over his kiss-swollen lips as if
cherishing the taste. \"Not bad for the beginning,\" he says, voice
rough, before opening his eyes again. His gaze lingers on Asami, the
hunger
between them palpable, before he sits up once more. Takaba tries his
best to
get his emotions under control again and to wish his arousal away. That
was not
good, not at all.
\"But I think someone is getting jealous,\" Fei Long says, his dark
eyes locking with Takaba\'s, penetrating him as if trying to read him,
gaze far
too knowing to be comfortable, before it wanders further down his body,
taking
and drinking in every clear detail. And while there is nothing he
hasn\'t seen
already, Takaba still feels uncomfortably exposed and vulnerable. The
last time
was one thing, it wasn\'t as if he had a choice then, but this time is
something
entirely different, even if he agreed to do this, for the sake of his
friends
and getting his life back. The arousal he feels in the confusing mix of
emotions that has been his constant companion for some time already but
has
become much worse during the last few days, and has now obviously
reached
another peak, doesn\'t help much. Not that he really wants to understand
his
emotions, or that he believes understanding them would help. In fact,
the only
thing that probably would help is if Fei Long would be very far away
from Japan
and vanish out of his life, instead of sitting there and taking in
every small
mark Asami has left on Takaba\'s body during the last days.
With an immense effort of willpower, he resists the childish temptation
to
cover himself in any way. Instead, he focuses on the situation at hand,
as good
as he can, and tries to find the right words to finally make the other
man shut
up. \"I am not jealous! lang=\"EN-US\">Where\'d you get that idea
from!\" Takaba
finally brings out, with much more force than would have been
necessary to get his point across. \"I just think that you\'re a
bastard!\" Not the cleverest thing he could have said, he realizes
almost
immediately. Instead he sounds like a spoiled child.
\"Ouch, that hurt,\" Fei Long says and the words are accompanied by
that hated half smile-smirk. \"How I am supposed to continue living with
that knowledge?\"
\"How about not at all?\" Takaba snaps. He isn\'t sure if it is the
result of the surge of emotions, still fresh on his mind, or the fact
that he
knows for sure that Fei Long won\'t try to kill him here, certainly not
with
Asami so close by, or just the stress of the last few days, but he
allows his
rage onto the surface. This is the bastard, after all, who is
responsible for
so much recent misery in his life and he would be damned if he would
put up
with even more shit from his side.
Damn! He needs some time to think - far away from both of them. Not
that he has
any such luck, certainly not anymore after the last few days when he
more or
less gave into Asami and the strange idea he had about their
relationship.
\"That\'s enough,\" Asami interferes once more, \"we\'re not here for
that.\"
\"Whatever,\" Takaba mutters under his breath, breaking the eye contact
-- not without a last murderous gaze, or so he hopes at least -- when
Asami
turns his head and pulls him into one of his kisses that steal not only
his
breath, but also make it impossible for Takaba to resist or to think
clearly.
It is an unfair weapon, but one which Asami likes most.
\"Indeed, like a wild animal, tamed to just one hand,\" Fei Long says,
using Takaba\'s inability to defend himself under Asami\'s onslaught, as
his
mouth is expertly plundered and explored with the other\'s tongue,
narrowing
Takaba\'s world to the feel and taste of Asami, until he is sure that he
will
drown in his lover. In this very moment, he wouldn\'t even mind it, not
with the
mouth on his and the hands wandering over his backside, caressing him
in that
special way that makes him feel owned, the tangible proof for
Asami\'s
words. That he doesn\'t even mind it anymore, certainly not as much as
he
should, is something he has realized already some time ago, but then
successfully blamed it on the habit of hearing it so often. And here
and now,
with Fei Long at his back, it is even comforting, some last rational
part of
his mind admits while another hopes that Fei Long will understand the
message
as well and finally leave them -- him -- alone.
\"And quite beautiful, too.\" Of course, it isn\'t supposed to be. But
when did things ever get the way Takaba wished for when it came to
dealing with
one of them? He should be used to it after having Asami after him since
… it
seemed forever and a day.
Not that Asami is the same, a very unhelpful part of him adds.
Of course
he is! There was not much of a difference. Both took just what they
wanted and
did everything they could to get their way, no matter who would get
hurt along
the way. Only, Takaba doesn\'t really believe it himself. Not anymore.
In fact,
he hasn\'t in a rather long time, no matter how often he tells himself
that.
It\'s just one of the many things that had changed on the way and that
he hadn\'t
realized until it was almost too late.
\"The two of you are a very … interesting combination. Exotic,\" Fei
Long continues and Takaba wishes not for the first time that he would
just shut
up and vanish, or even just the first. Still, he arches into the lips
that
broke from their kiss and wander down his throat, kissing and nipping,
brushing
his most sensitive places with an ease born out of hours of
exploration. He
can\'t suppress a soft groan as the lips are suddenly at his earlobe,
the hot
breath caressing the sensitive skin behind it as much as the teeth on
it, then
wandering further down to his shoulders while the hand that isn\'t
wrapped
around his waist reaches his ass, teasing him there. Instinctively, he
tries to
lean back in both, the hot mouth and the hand, unable to resist the
demands of his
treacherous body.
\"Just as I imagined it would be,\" Fei Long again, making Takaba
briefly wonder if he is serious or just set on causing a disturbance,
to make
the situation even more unpleasant. In any case it is highly annoying,
just as
much as the excitement his body decides to translate the words of their
unwelcome voyeur to. That and the unmistakable breathlessness in Fei
Long\'s
voice did something to him that was almost as uninvited and scary as
those
other emotions and should certainly be filed away just as thoroughly
and never
be left out again. But then another voice spoke up, overshadowing the
rest, his
worries as well as his anger --
-- if the perverted bastard got off on the idea of them together, he
should get
his show, Takaba decided, with an inner strength he first discovered
during the
last few days. He wraps his arms around Asami\'s neck and kisses him.
Not like
during most of their time together because he had no other choice but
to give
into Asami\'s coaxing, nor in a desperate attempt to feel safe from the
menace
that threatened his life and just now sits there, observing them, nor
hesitantly like during the time after that, when he had no idea what to
make
out of that new stage of their relationship but before the confusion
about his
own emotions really hit him hard, but this time because he wants it. He
does it
because he wants to drown once more in the other man, because he
wants to feel him that close, in the only act that is even more
intimate then
all the other things Asami did to him, and because this time it is his
to give.
And also to show that bastard behind him that, whatever there had been
between
them, belonged to the past!
But while he goes into the kiss with that thought foremost in his mind,
it soon
becomes unimportant. What was first almost a mantra turns into a low
echo, then
into a faint reflection and then vanishes completely, far too fast, as
it
should have, given the utter bizarreness of the situation and what
happened
lately. And even that doesn\'t matter anymore, as he gives himself
completely
over to Asami, in a way, he hasn\'t even done during the last days, as
their
lips meet and he opens himself to his lover. Unlike all the other
times, even
the last days, he doesn\'t wait for Asami to start anything, but is the
initiator this time, using all these unexplored but pent up emotions to
draw
strength from as he goes that last step as he pushes against Asami\'s
lips,
demanding entry.
For a moment, their eyes are still locked, and Takaba thinks he sees
something glisten
in Asami\'s gaze, but then his lover\'s taste invades his senses and not
even
that is important anymore. Not that, nor the fact they aren\'t alone,
nor that
the term lover suddenly lang=\"EN-US\">somehow
seems to have lost
the disturbing connotation it had so far. For that one moment, it is
just the
two of them, exploring each other in a way that has been impossible
before, at
least for Takaba. His moans are lost in Asami\'s mouth as their kiss
deepens and
their tongues meet and Asami\'s arms not just wrap around him, but pull
him even
closer, until he thinks that he can hear the other\'s heart beating
against his
own chest.
He doesn\'t know how long it lasts, but it seems by far not long enough
when
they separate again, breathless. Takaba can\'t suppress a certain
satisfaction
that Asami\'s cock not just twitches, but has fully come to life at some
point.
That is the way it is supposed to be, not with Fei Long, but with him,
especially with Asami insisting on the whole lover thing.
His satisfied smile is hidden in the other\'s neck as Asami pulls him
close and
then lies back on the bed, pulling Takaba with him, so that he finds
himself
half spread over Asami, his hard cock pressing against the others
thigh. For a
moment Takaba can relax under the hands that are wandering over his
back, even
forget that they are not alone. This strange closeness is something he
had a
chance to get used to during their last encounters, between their sex
marathon
and, much to his surprise, he discovered that he liked it too. It was
just … strange.
Not something he ever expected to happen between them. Like so many
other
things.
His eyes snap open as he feels another set of hands on his body, harder
and
colder than that of his lover, and while not entirely unfamiliar,
definitely
less welcome, followed by the sensation of hot lips and teeth on his
back. With
a growl he opens his eyes and turns his head, twisting it, to actually
see
something while trying to ignore the surge of lust that takes
possession over
him. Waves of dark hair spread over both their bodies, like one of the
very
clever photo development tricks or a bucket of paint spilled over an
empty
canvas, as Fei works his way over his body. Too mesmerized as that he
could
look away, and unable to prevent his body from reacting to the
unfamiliar
touch, Takaba looks at Fei for a moment longer, before he finally tears
his
eyes away. He turns his head again, buries it once more in the familiar
scent
and body of his lover and lang=\"EN-US\">lets Asami\'s skin smother
refuses to be swallowed.
He can honestly say that this is not what he has expected. Not that he
had any
idea of what to expect, but this was not it. The almost gentle touch is
so
different from his previous experience with one Liu Fei Long, that he
can\'t
even start to connect it in any way. T
out of the loop, like being transported to another realm and all Takaba
can do
is float along, with no anchor whatsoever anywhere in sight.
His grip on Asami tightens instinctively as a tongue sneaks out and
over his
skin, first tracing the small of his back, then wandering further down.
He
cries out as teeth bury into the flesh of his backside, probably not
hard
enough to leave a mark, but definitely strong enough to send a surge of
fire
through his entire body and catches him even further in the storm of
arousal he
can\'t fight or even ignore. And right now, with that tongue tracing the
bite,
soothing the previous sharpness, and fingers carding through his hair,
he can\'t
even say anymore just why he wanted to or should fight it.
The series of groans that escapes Takaba as the tongue wanders further
is
swallowed by Asami\'s mouth as he presses their lips together and kisses
him
once more - hard and demanding, almost as if he wants to taste and suck
out his
very being, or maybe just to swallow any protest he could have. Not
that he has
any. His mind is curiously blank as he just feels for the moment. The
arms
around his body anchor him, not quite preventing him from meeting the
far too
hot and pulsating tongue as it first pushes against his entrance, then
slowly
enters, but merely holding.
And suddenly Takaba couldn\'t care less just who it is who is
responsible for
the pleasure raging within him, or that the hands on his ass are not
the ones
of his lover, nor that the grip on his hips will leave bruises, nor
that he,
only moments ago, has wished Fei Long to hell, as he flows on the
sensations
that seem to be all around and in him and awake a hunger within him
that only
grows with every touch, demanding more.
Before Takaba even realizes what he\'s doing, his hands wrap around
Asami\'s
neck, pulling the other man to him until he\'s close enough so that he
can kiss
him this time, with all he has and is in this very moment, with all the
emotions battling within him, trying to share each and every one of
them,
however fleeting, in the attempt to make them less threatening and to
ease the
hunger within him.
And Asami obliges.
Before Takaba can blink, even less utter his surprise or digest just
what is
happening, he finds himself on his back. For a moment, that almost
seems like
an eternity, he\'s bereft of anything. He\'s transported back into that
strange
realm, where everything and nothing seems to be there and possible,
with
nothing to anchor him anywhere. Then Asami is back, holding and
securing him
with the right hand buried in his hair, the other entwined with his,
kissing
him deeply before pushing his head aside to let his lips wander again.
his lips, his
neck, his throat, covering him in kisses and spit and bites until
Takaba
doesn\'t think that he can take anymore of this, until he\'s sure that
he\'ll die,
or at the very least explode or drown into a sea of sensations that are
too
much,
\"As…Asami,\" it\'s all he can get out. Everything else he could have
wanted to say is swallowed by a surprised scream as his cock is
suddenly and
completely enveloped by a warm mouth. Unconsciously, he arches up from
the bed
and into the warmth and the teasing tongue around his cock. His grip on
Asami\'s
hands tightens while the other hand, before he\'s even aware of it,
entangles in
the mass of long, dark hair as if trying to prevent the sensations from
stopping and the warm mouth from leaving.
He finds himself positively drowning in sensations, even more as
Asami\'s lips
wander further down his neck and onto his chest, almost impossibly hot,
tracing
the marks from their earlier encounters and adding new ones. His hands
tighten
their hold, right now not caring very much for any damage he might
cause with
his grip, only wanting, needing lang=\"EN-US\"> something,
anything, to hold onto.
When Asami\'s lips close around his nipple, not even that is enough
anymore.
Between Fei Long\'s assault and the teeth that barely scrap his nipple
before
soothing it again with a lick, it all becomes too much. Takaba can feel
with
every fiber of his body that he\'s losing the precious hold he had on
his
control so far. Slowly, yet at the same time impossibly fast, he feels
himself
spiraling, faster and faster until he arches one more time up from the
bed,
into the lips and mouths on his body,
contact as possible, before the lust finally consumes him and he comes
with a
strangled scream.
~~~~
\"I\'d appreciate it, if you could let go now,\" is the first thing
Takaba hears once he becomes aware of his surroundings again, making
him
realize that he\'s still clutching strands of Fei Long\'s hair and that
it must
hurt the other man. With a mumbled \'sorry\',
that could be audible or not, he lets go, then closes his eyes.
even more so by the fact that it isn\'t
just Asami and him, but Fei Long as well. The later being largely
responsible
for the pleasure he just experienced….pleasure that Takaba never asked
for!
He\'s grateful for
Asami\'s lips that are suddenly on
his, helping him escape or at least minimize the discomfort of the
moment, and
he willingly loses himself in the kiss.
When they separate and Takaba opens his eyes, once again Fei
Long is
there. First just sitting beside them, still looking very much like a
predator
on the hunt. Then suddenly leaning forward far enough that his lips are
ghosting over Asami\'s face, and then kissing him! Takaba still doesn’t
like it,
not at all! And no matter how enticing the image might be, he likes it
even
less when Asami responds by putting a hand around Fei Long\'s neck to
keep him
close.
When they break the kiss, eyes locked, Fei Long licks over his lips,
then says,
\"I have waited a long time for this\", and there\'s something very
disconcerting in his voice. It\'s almost nauseating and Takaba wishes
once more
that the other would just vanish, out of their lives at the very least.
\"And of course, that was the only way to get it,\" Takaba mutters,
glaring at the other man.
Fei Long smirks at him. \"Recovered already? Amazing. Why should I
forego
such an ideal opportunity?\"
Takaba doesn\'t think that he\'s ever hated anybody quite as much as Fei
Long
right now. The force of his own emotions towards the other man
surprises him.
Not even after what happened two months ago, had he felt this strongly
about
Fei Long, or anybody else, and definitely never in such a negative way.
\"Then stop being annoying and do something more useful,\" Asami says
while playing with Fei Long\'s hair, an unreadable expression in his
eyes. It
could be amusement as well as irritation or a mix of both, or something
entirely different. Takaba isn\'t even sure he wants to interpret it.
And then
he doesn\'t have time for it anymore either, because Fei Long decides to
take
Asami\'s words very literally, leans half over him, grabs Takaba and
presses
their lips together, using Takaba\'s surprised gasp to his advantage and
invades
his mouth with his tongue.
It isn\'t half as unpleasant as it probably should be, considering just
who\'s
tongue it is and that he should be shell-shocked or at the very least
disgusted
and think about biting down, and after a moment in which he
instinctively tries
to push the other man away, Takaba gives in. He not only accepts the
intrusion
but participates actively as well, exploring the taste that is so very
different from Asami\'s familiar one. Even the taste of tobacco, Takaba
notes,
isn\'t as bad as he remembers. lang=\"EN-US\">And then there\'s Asami,
joining them and while it’s a bit awkward at first, Takaba is far from
complaining, as the tastes of the two of them melt together into one
special
flavor.
He\'s panting softly when they break apart. It doesn\'t help much that
Asami
turns him around and presses their bodies close together, his erection
pressing
against Takaba\'s. \"Mine,\" Asami tells him before kissing him, but
Takaba can\'t tell for whom the statement is really meant, if for Fei
Long, or
as a reminder for Takaba, or... Not that it really matters, because
right now
it is just him and Asami, kissing. Fei Long\'s presence, while not
forgotten,
lost the importance and threat it had lang=\"EN-US\"> presented
before. When
the kiss ends and
Asami pushes him slightly down, Takaba follows willingly, by now
knowing what to expect and even looking forward to it, though he would
never
admit it.
His groan is lost around Asami\'s cock as he takes it into his mouth.
\"This is what a lover should do ...\"
And damn! If it would take that to convince Liu Fei Long that he was a
thing of
the past, no matter the current situation, then be it. Besides, it
isn\'t even
that bad, quite the opposite, but again Takaba would never willingly
admit it,
under no circumstances.
He smiles slightly around the cock in his mouth as the fingers in his
hair
tighten, showing that he could affect Asami just as much as the other
way
around, and closes his eyes, giving himself over to the sensation of
giving his
lover as much pleasure as possible. He doesn\'t open them as Asami
shifts, even
though he knows that the two of them are kissing above him, because in
effect
he\'s the one down here, not Fei Long or anybody else. He is
giving Asami
the pleasure. The thought spurs him on even more and causes his own
cock to
twitch in appreciation of the situation.
He unconsciously moans around the hard flesh in his mouth as fingers
card
through his hair, not urging him on, but just there, comforting. The
almost and
very strange peace he is experiencing however is instantly interrupted
when he
feels a set of hands on his back, massaging and caressing. Takaba
freezes as
Fei Long presses himself against him and his hard cock nestles against
the
crack of his ass, suddenly having an unbidden but very vivid flashback
of the
last time he was with Fei Long. For a short moment, he feels something
like
panic welling up within him, but then Asami\'s hands wind in his hair
and he
finds himself relaxing again. It wouldn\'t be like last time. The
situation
isn\'t like last time. And Fei Long wouldn\'t dare doing anything like
last time,
not with Asami being here. Besides, Takaba decides after a moment,
after having
somebody\'s tongue up your ass, it would probably be rather pointless to
start
objecting now. Not that he really feels like objecting, but that is
just
another thing that he shouldn\'t ponder further. After all, he is only
doing
this to get his life back. The rest is just a pleasant side effect that
makes
the situation more bearable. Nothing else.
\"It\'s the last time, Fei Long. Don\'t make the mistake of forgetting
that,\" Asami says once more, calm but with a certain edge that leaves
no
doubt that he means it. Takaba shivers as he feels himself pulled up
and
Asami\'s arms wrap around him.
\"So possessive?\" and there\'s some dark amusement in the Chinese triad
leader\'s voice. Takaba feels decidedly uncomfortable with their
exchange,
almost like a prey that had the unfortunate luck to get between two
predators.
Not that the comparison is that wrong. Just leave it to him to get
caught in
such a situation. \"You surprise me Asami,\" Fei Long continues when
Asami doesn\'t answer. \"I just wonder if it is only your desire to own
speaking here, or if there\'s something more to it ...\"
Takaba shivers inwardly. It is not something he wants or needs to know.
And he
can\'t even say if it is because it could confirm or refute his fear. In
fact,
not thinking and talking about that at all sounds best.
\"That it is none of your business.\"
\"That says more than words could. But it is not me who goes around and
betrays people\'s trust and then lets them get shot. And my memory is as
good as
ever. I never forget something.\"
\"I hope it won\'t be any different now. For your own sake, as well as
that
of your family.\"
\"Such sweet pillow talk. You have changed your tactics after all, it
seems,\" Fei Long says and Takaba thinks that he can hear the smirk that
accompanies the words. It is also more than enough information as far
as he is
concerned. In fact, he\'s slowly experiencing an information overflow as
far as
their past is concerned. It is as he told Asami: he doesn\'t care what
happened
between them. Not much anyway and certainly not beyond the burning
feeling
within him that rages through him at the mere thought of them together.
And then he has no time to think about it anymore, because with one
push Fei
Long is in him, and all he can utter is a gasp as his brain
functionality is
almost instantly turned to zero and all he can focus on is the sudden
burst of
lust. And even that sound is lost in the mouth that is suddenly on his.
Being caught between
the two of them is far from being
bad, if Takaba was to be honest, and the growl that escapes him when
they both
simultaneously stop, doesn\'t sound much like relief, but more like
disapproval.
To feel this way would have horrified him when this started, but right
now he
could care less.
The mouth at first his ear than wandering further down his throat to
his
shoulder, sucking and biting, marking him,
if it is just as skilled, and the lips at his nipple, don\'t help much
to let
him remember just why he shouldn\'t feel that good or want more. When
Fei Long
urges him to turn around and then kisses him, the reasons become even
more
unimportant, because it feels good! Certainly good enough to
wind his
hands in the strands of the soft, long hair and to engage actively in
the kiss
and to savor the other\'s taste that is still unfamiliar and very
different to
his lover\'s, but in the current situation entrancing enough.
An involuntary shudder runs through his body as he suddenly feels
Asami\'s hot
breath against his ear, while his lover presses against him from
behind,
followed by a whispered: \"Just don\'t forget to whom you belong,
Akihito.
You\'re mine.\" And then Asami moves away, so that Takaba feels out of
balance, bereft without the warm body behind him. When the kiss breaks,
there\'s
really nothing to support him anymore, so that he indeed loses his
balance and
falls back.
\"So eager to continue?\" Fei Long asks, smirking.
Was it a hobby of Fei Long\'s, that just when one thought that he had
something
redeeming, he had to destroy that impression immediately? \"Asshole, you
know --\"
\"I don\'t think that it is such a good idea to insult the person who has
valuable body parts of yours between their teeth,\" Fei Long interrupts.
It\'s the only warning Takaba gets. Before he can come up with a retort,
one
that would finally shut him up, preferably for the rest of the time
here, Fei
Long has moved down his body and engulfed his cock once more in his
mouth.
Takaba cries out in surprise, then grows completely still as teeth
scrape
softly over his flesh. He wouldn\'t put it past Fei Long to make true on
his
threat. But despite the sudden surge of alarm, his cock twitches
happily in the
other\'s mouth and against his tongue.
With a groan, he lets himself fall back and closes his eyes, succumbing
to a
fate that isn\'t as horrible as it should be and would be downright
pleasant if
it were anybody else, or if Fei Long at least wouldn\'t be so set on
annoying
him. Takaba freezes for a moment as he feels the fingers at his ass,
then, upon
realizing what is happening and to whom they belong, Asami not Fei
Long,
relaxes again. He not only allows the intrusion, but even arches into
the
touch, drifting on the double stimulation that lets the lust in him
boil to a
point that he\'s sure he can\'t hold onto anymore and will explode any
moment,
but at the same time is maddeningly frustrating and barely enough to
even
satisfy the surface of his renewed hunger.
Takaba\'s hands clench into the sheets and he groans in frustration when
not
only the fingers retreat, but even the mouth with a last teasing lick.
It just isn\'t fair!
When nothing new happens and he opens his eyes to see why, he\'s greeted
with
the sight of Asami having wrapped one arm around Fei Long and the other
one at
his head, half buried in his hair, holding him close, and kissing him
-- again!
But even though it sends another wave of emotions through him that
causes his
innards to twist and coil in a highly unpleasant way, he isn\'t entirely
immune
to what they do. Much to his chagrin. It is something he could do very
well
without. Just like the whole situation.
his body obviously doesn\'t agree on this, because he feels his cock
twitch in
approval at the image, even more so when Asami opens his eyes and they
lock
with his.
Not only that, but it feels as if Asami\'s gaze burns into Takaba even
while
he\'s still kissing Fei Long, letting him take part in their intimacy.
Takaba
can\'t say that he likes it, or even that he doesn\'t, and it is by far
not
enough and only adds fuel to the fire that is his own desire.
The noise that escapes him, something between a growl, a moan and a
whimper,
highly unconsciously and very embarrassing, obviously gets their
attention
because they break apart.
\"So you are eager, after all,\" Fei Long says, but even the malice
loses its sharpness in his breathlessness. It\'s just too bad that it
doesn\'t
shut him up entirely, Takaba thinks as his hips arch up from the bed
and into
the fingers that stroke teasingly light down the length of his cock,
over his
balls and further down.
\"Bastard ... just do it already ...\" he brings out between clenched
teeth as a finger teases the ring at his ass.
\"Be glad that I\'m in a good enough mood today and willing to indulge
you,\" Fei Long says, leans over him and then enters him in one swift
movement, impaling him in a way that made it impossible for Takaba to
bring out
the \'asshole\' or any of a few other things, which he had on his lips
only
moments ago.
His movements are more erratic than Asami\'s, some part of Takaba\'s mind
that
can still think clearly realizes as Fei Long starts to move within him,
but
stimulating nevertheless and still determined enough to hit his good
spot every
so often, driving his lust even higher.
His hand, that instinctively goes to his erection to feed the hunger
within him
even further, is grabbed in mid-motion. \"No. We don\'t want to end it
too
soon, do we?\" Fei Long says, taking both of Takaba\'s wrists in his
hands
and putting them over his head. Takaba turns his head aside when Fei
Long leans
close in as if to kiss him. Instead the other takes his earlobe between
his
lips, bites and sucks it, before turning his attention to Takaba\'s
neck, which
he treats the same way, leaving Takaba a shivering and moaning mess.
His eyes snap open again when Fei Long not just stops moving but seems
to
freeze completely for a moment. He sees Asami positioned behind the
other man,
a hand on his hips in a caressing gesture while slowly pushing into him
-- and
Fei Long deeper into Takaba, causing them both to groan.
There\'s a thin layer of sweat covering Fei Long\'s skin and for a
moment, at
least as long as his eyes are closed, he looks completely different
from his
usual bastard self, which Takaba has come to know so intimately.
However, the
moment is so fleeting that it could just as well have been an illusion
and when
Fei Long opens his eyes again it seems as if he wants to eat him alive.
And then they both start to move and everything else but his lust
becomes
unimportant. Takaba
feels as if he\'s being devoured here and
now. Not only by the ever increasing thrusts, or the disturbingly
appealing
image of Asami taking Fei Long, but even more by the force of the
emotions
raging within him. And with Asami\'s eyes piercing into him, it almost
feels as
if it isn\'t Fei Long fucking him, but Asami himself.
for him to lose control. And when it becomes too much, and he can\'t
hold on
anymore, it is Asami\'s name on his lips, not Fei Long\'s.
~~~~~
He can\'t say what woke him, but when he opens his eyes, it feels as if
something is definitely not quite right. The room is dipped in the
light of a
dimmed halogen lamp, which makes the actual waking up easier, but at
the same
time difficult to see anything, Takaba discovers as he looks around.
The bed is
empty apart from him and if the coldness of the sheet to his left and
right is
anything to go by, has been for some time already.
He finally makes them out in the adjoining room of the suite, standing
together
at the window. Asami\'s arms are wrapped around Fei Long\'s waist, both
of them
only loosely clothed in the hotel bathrobes. If they are aware that he
is awake
and observing them, they don\'t give any indication. But Takaba doubts
it. They
both seem far too absorbed in each other, as if anything else could
matter to
them.
It suits him just fine. The strange feeling in his stomach returns as
he
watches them, once more unable to tear his eyes away from the pair.
Even in
this distance he can\'t help but notice the familiarity between them,
like very
old friends … or something more. The way they look at each other
silently, not
speaking at all, awakes in Takaba the feeling that they\'re having an
entirely
conversion without words. He blames the last several
jealousy running through him as Asami pulls Fei Long close, embracing
him and
kissing his forehead.
He finds himself shaking as he gets up from the bed and wills his legs
to not
only bear his weight, but to carry him to the bathroom, silently, as
not to
catch the attention of the other two. There\'s no way he wants to face
either of
them. Not yet and probably never again. Takaba tries his best to avoid
the
full-length mirror as he not only closes but locks the door, unwilling
to see
the old and new marks covering his body, this time not just from Asami
but from
Fei Long as well.
His movements as he switches on the shower are mechanical, and even
though the
water is almost scalding hot, turning his skin red, he is shivering.
It\'s just
another one of those things that he refuses to explore further. He
takes his
time, first to shower, then to get dry, before he comes out again. Much
to his
dismay there\'s no bathrobe left anymore, so he has to be satisfied with
a towel
that he wraps around his waist. It\'s not something that would bother
him too
much if it were just Asami and him, but with that bastard there, he
isn\'t too
keen on the idea of being half nude.
So, when he comes out again and just sees Asami still standing at the
window,
alone, with no sign of Fei Long anywhere near by, his relief is great.
But
despite that he doesn\'t pay any more attention to the yakuza as he goes
in
search of his clothes.
\"He\'s gone.\"
\"Good. Will he stick to his word?\"
\"For now yes. He got what he wanted.\"
Takaba much more would have preferred a plain yes, to be sure that what
he did
wasn\'t all for nothing, but he still manages a short nod. Silence
settles
between them, yet Takaba can feel Asami\'s eyes on him, following his
every
movement. It\'s awkward to say the least. Even more than during that
first
evening, shortly before Asami thought it a good idea to drug him.
\"What are you doing?\" just as he is buttoning his crumbled shirt, an
action that is made more difficult by his trembling hands.
\"What does it look like? I\'m getting dressed!\" Takaba snaps, then
giving up on his shirt for now, goes in search of his underwear and
trousers.
\"Why?\"
\"Because I don\'t fancy running around in the streets nude,\" he
answers, not even looking at Asami, as he puts on the jeans he finally
found
half hidden under the bed, not bothering anymore to look for his
underwear. It
wasn\'t
Getting out of
here,
regaining his breath and not thinking about anything at all anymore is
much
more important. Just shoes and socks and he would finally be there,
too.
With a quick scan through the room, he discovers one of his missing
shoes right
behind Asami in the doorway, however it got there, and at least one
sock under
the armchair. He goes for that first, then barely can hold back a sigh
of
relief when the other shoe turns up behind it, half hidden by the
television
shelf. Forget about the other sock. It wasn\'t important either. Not
right now.
He grabs the two things, then goes towards the door, which is still
mostly
blocked by Asami. The other man leans casually in the frame, an unlit
cigarette
dangling from his lips and observes him with that impenetrable gaze of
his that
gives nothing at all away, but has the tendency of being highly
unsettling. It
doesn\'t help to lift Takaba\'s mood.
\"May I?\" he asks, voice -- much to his dismay -- terse when suddenly
an arm in front of his face closes off even the last bit of possible
escape.
\"What do you think you\'re doing?\"
\"Going home, what else? We are finished here, and I have work to do.\"
\"Who said we are finished, Takaba?\"
He looks at Asami then. \"I am finished. I have work to do. If
you
aren\'t finished, you can always try to find that bastard somewhere and
continue
with whatever you had in the past! Let me go, now!\"
For a short moment that lasts far too long, no words are spoken and
they just
look at each other, Takaba with a glare, desperately trying to hide the
rest of
his emotions, the ones he doesn\'t understand but which urge him to get
out of
here now, and Asami with his usual gaze. Though, but Takaba
isn\'t sure
if it isn\'t just imagination, he thinks he sees there in a short
succession
quite a few emotions. Which he can\'t say and doesn\'t feel like
interpreting
either. He has spent too much time already on trying to analyze the
other man,
much more than what would be fitting for the causal relationship they
have. If
one could even call it a relationship ...
\"Was Fei Long right after all, and you\'re jealous?\" Asami asks, an
amused-knowing glimmer in his eyes, which right know Takaba finds even
more
unsettling than the usual piercing stare.
\"Certainly not. You both are crazy! And now get out of my way!\"
Not that that method ever worked with Asami. Not before and it probably
wouldn\'t this time either as Takaba knows very well, even before Asami
grabs
him and pulls him close.
\"Leave me alone!\" Takaba says, trying to push Asami away, to no avail
of course. Nothing new there. But he would be damned if he would stop
trying.
\"I said, stop it, Asami!\" Takaba feels exasperation winning the upper
hand as he turns his head while at the same time pushing Asami\'s face
away.
\"Just leave me alone! What the hell is wrong with you guys anyway?\"
Takaba freezes for a moment, as he feels Asami\'s hot breath against his
ear.
\"You should stop comparing us all the time. Fei Long and I are nothing
alike. You should know that by now.\" A shiver runs through his body as
lips brush against his ear, an intimate gesture that awakes all kind of
emotions he really doesn\'t want to feel right now within him.
\"Sure, you\'re nothing alike at all. You both just take what you want,
without any care for anything or anyone. You both use everybody on your
way, no
matter the method,\" Takaba says, voice sharp, and yet not sharp enough
to
cover the underlying tremor, turning his head so far around, that their
eyes
meet with the last words. \"And now let me go! Damn you!\" he added,
trying to push the other man away from him, using more force than
before, just
acting on his instincts, which are all focused on just one thing:
getting away
-- from Asami, what happened here, and even more, his own feelings,
which are
getting more convoluted and overwhelming with every passing moment it
seems.
Before Takaba can even register what is happening to him, Asami\'s lips
are on
his; at first just pressing against his own, then becoming stronger,
more
insistent, until Takaba instinctively opens his mouth, letting the
other man
in. Unconsciously, he finds himself moving closer to Asami as the
assault
continues, allows himself to be explored, possessed and devoured; as so
often,
unable to do the slightest thing against it, even as he feels himself
getting
lightheaded.
Then suddenly, before he even knows what is happening to him, he finds
himself
back on the bed, landing with a loud whoosh there, face down, the whole
situation having an unsettling resemblance with the day the drama had
started.
\"You bastard!\" Takaba presses out, trying to recover from his
surprise and to regain something akin to control over himself and the
situation. The latter is quite hopeless and the former even more
difficult when
Asami is suddenly laying on top of him, the familiar weight pressing
comfortably down on Takaba.
\"We covered that already,\" Asami says and Takaba thinks he can hear
that trademark smirk in the voice. \"You on the other hand, are being an
insufferable brat today,\" followed by a lick against his neck.
\"Wh -- what?\" Takaba asks, stunned, once he somehow managed to
recover from the surprise of the moment. Then, as the words slowly sink
in:
\"Hey! I\'m not the one who drugs people just so that I can use them!\"
\"I told you that I wouldn\'t let you go. The drugs were just an
additional
precaution to ensure that you would listen for a change, instead of
running
head first into danger once again, and maybe even getting yourself
killed this
time. Unfortunately, your system seems to digest them very fast, so if
you want
to blame somebody, blame your body.\"
That is just … Takaba can\'t even find words for it. Neither the
attention Asami
pays to his throat, nor the hand that has somehow found a way to sneak
between
his body and the mattress, help much. \"And without you messing up my
life,
I\'d hardly have been in that situation. I never asked for any of this,
least of
all for coming between you and your lover!\"
The warm chuckle against his ear makes him shiver. \"So you figured that
out.\"
Takaba swallows any possible retort that comes to his mind by that
statement. \"Just leave me alone now! I don\'t want this!\"
\"Really? I got a different impression today ...,\" Asami says and
somehow the hand that is captured between his body and the mattress
finds
enough space to wander over his body and into his still half open
shirt,
caressing him there, impossibly hot on his bare skin.
\"Go to your lover and leave me alone. Fei Long seemed very keen
on
having something with you!\" Takaba spits out, then bites his lips to
prevent the moan in his throat from slipping out as Asami\'s hand finds
a nipple
and starts to stroke it.
\"You’re
misinterpreting a few things. I already told
you to use your head and think. Maybe even for something other than how
to get
yourself into more trouble. If I were so keen on having something
with Fei Long, wouldn\'t he still be here?\"
\"I don\'t care what you say. Just let me up and leave me alone!\"
Takaba says, fighting against an intense feeling of suffocation between
his
current position, Asami\'s attention and his own emotions. Takaba
collects
strength he doesn\'t really have anymore, not after the last several
hours, and
tries to throw Asami off. He needs to get out now, to have some
peace to
collect himself. Without success. With a muttered \"Damn you!\" he
falls back onto the bed, panting, at least for the moment giving in.
\"Yes, that\'s much better. lang=\"EN-US\">Be a good boy Takaba,\"
Asami says. \"Tell me what it is you want.\"
Takaba feels the familiar rage stirring within him. The hell he would!
Not that
he could do it, even if he wanted. It\'s not as if he understands it
himself.
\"Get off me and stop treating me like a child!\"
\"Then stop behaving like one.\"
A shiver runs through his body at that voice. He knows it only too
well. And it
means trouble, most likely for him. \"I\'m not ... what the hell are you
doing, Asami?\" he demands as the other man shifts on him in a rather
disconcerting manner.
\"Just giving you what you want and need.\"
For a very short moment Takaba harbors the hope that Asami would give
in, only
once, that he would indeed let him go. After all, that is all he wants
right
now. He should have known better than to even think that was a
possibility,
however slim. Not with Asami. Instead of getting up and leaving him
alone, the
other man drapes himself once more on top of Takaba, positioning
himself, so
that even through the layer of his jeans, Takaba can feel the other\'s
cock
pressing clearly against his ass. It\'s too much in that situation and
Takaba
begins to struggle once more under the taller body. Yet, if somebody
had asked
him why, if to escape or to get more contact, he couldn\'t have replied.
The answer
to that question is deeply buried under the draining mix of emotions
that took
hold if him some time ago.
\"Damn you! I never said that I wanted this. I just want to go! I told
you
I have work to do!\"
Instead of an answer, Takaba suddenly finds his arms grabbed. Before he
can
voice his surprise or raise a complaint, Asami is wrapping the belt of
his
bathrobe around Takaba\'s wrists, tying them together in one fluid
motion.
\"Wh … What do you want from me?\" he finally brings out, as Asami
binds the remainder of the soft robe around the headboard of the bed.
\"Lemme go, you bastard!\" he demands, twisting his head so that he can
look at the other man.
\"I\'ve told you that
your stubbornness would get you
nowhere. However you refuse to listen, so I am going to help you get it
through
your head. After your \"spoiled brat\" performance today, you certainly
deserve it.\"
This time he can\'t catch and suppress the groan in time as he feels
Asami\'s
lips ghosting over his throat, not quite touching the skin, but
definitely
there. \"What are you talking about?\"
\"Your behavior with Fei Long. What did you hope to gain through
that?\"
Takaba finds himself arching into the mouth as Asami sucks the back of
his
neck. \"I don\'t know what you mean. He was the one who started and
wouldn\'t
leave me alone. You can\'t expect for me to just take everything he
dishes
out.\"
He moans as teeth fasten on his shoulder. \"That\'s not what I mean as
you
know very well.\"
\"I have no idea what you\'re talking about.\" A tongue, soothing the
bite. Takaba can\'t suppress a shiver. \"Ah … stop that...,\" he says,
and not even to his own ears does it sounds in any way convincing.
\"Then tell me what you want.\"
\"I told you already, to let me go! Damn you, Asami! That\'s all I
want!\" The disapproving growl however, when Asami first sits up and
then
indeed leaves him entirely without any contact, belies his words.
\"Not good enough. We both know that it isn\'t the truth, no matter how
much
you want to believe it.\" Then, not giving Takaba a chance to
even
think about an answer, hands are sneaking between the mattress and his
body,
absently caressing his cock through the rough material of his jeans.
Unconsciously, Takaba presses into the hand as his body reacts almost
immediately to Asami\'s touch. Then the hand moves up leaving him once
more
strangely bereft of touch and sensation and inwardly aching for more.
Damn that bastard for always doing something like that to him! Always!
For
jumping into his life and just refusing to vanish again, for making him
yearn
for his touch, for him, and even more, for awakening these emotions
within him!
He shouldn\'t feel this way, no matter what Asami does to him!
Takaba buries his head somewhere between the mattress and his right arm
as his
erection is freed from the constricting cloth and stroked in exactly
that light
manner that never fails to set his nerve endings on fire, and drive him
crazy
in no time at all.
\"What do you want, Takaba?\" That is even worse than the teasing touch
and being here, in this position, so absolutely vulnerable. What is he
supposed
to answer to that? Takaba bites his lips as Asami\'s thumb grazes the
tip of his
arousal, to stifle yet another series of moans that threatens to come
out.
Suddenly he feels himself oddly reminded of their first encounter, when
Asami
was set on teaching him a lesson and pulled him through the hell of
pain and
pleasure until Takaba could barely remember his own name anymore, and
the other\'s mercy. It was supposed to end then! Damn! Why couldn\'t
Asami just
have vanished after that, leaving him alone? Then none of this would
have
happened and he wouldn\'t have to endure this very peculiar
interpretation of a
hell now. He could be somewhere with his friends instead of seeing them
getting
it on with each other and having to deal with all the emotions he, by
all
means, shouldn\'t feel!
\"Hmm, Takaba? What is it?\"
\"I told you already, for you to let me go! That\'s all I want!\" he
presses out between clenched teeth. He wants and needs to get out here,
to gain
some much needed distance, at least until he has his emotions under
control
again and can think straight once more. Until the danger of him falling
apart
has passed.
He feels Asami shifting once more and for a moment he dares to hope
again. It
lasts exactly as long as it takes for Asami\'s breath to brush against
his ear,
making him shiver. \"And I told you that isn\'t going to happen. We are
not
finished yet. Your insisting on being stubborn will only make it more
fun,\" Asami says and there\'s amusement in his voice.
\"What the hell do you want from me, As … ah …\" Asami\'s name is
drowned out in a moan as his earlobe is sucked into Asami\'s mouth and
skillfully treated with teeth, lips and tongue. Instinctively Takaba
tries to
buck up as he feels Asami\'s cock stirring against his ass, convinced
that he
can feel it pulsating even through the layer of his jeans. He doesn\'t
resist as
Asami\'s hand buries into his hair, lifting his head up enough so that
they can
kiss, or rather: for Asami to plunder his mouth, for it is nothing less
than
that and all Takaba can do is accept the not really unwelcome
intrusion, and to
drown once more on in
his senses and
heightens his awareness for everything even more.
Far too soon, Asami breaks away, leaving him a panting, yearning mess
on the
bed. \"My cute Akihito,\" he says, stroking over Takaba\'s hair.
\"I\'m going to enjoy this,\" and then he\'s withdraws completely,
causing a strange sensation of disorientation for Takaba.
\"What … are you talking about?\" he finally brings out after what
seems like an eternity in which he tries to make sense out of the
words.
Takaba gets his answer in the form of his jeans suddenly being yanked
down. He
unsuccessfully tries to stifle a groan as the cooler air hits his
oversensitive
skin, then relaxes ever so slightly. This he knows at least. Asami has
perfected the art of undressing him even before Takaba realizes what he
has in
mind or could protest. The familiar terrain is much more comfortable
than the
rest of today. A somehow strange build up, but he can deal with that.
And by
now, thanks to Asami\'s constant teasing, he is more than ready for
another
round. In fact, everything that prevents him from thinking is more than
welcome
as far as he\'s concerned. He relaxes some more as a warm hand settles
on his
backside, caressing his ass, unconsciously even spreads his legs some
more to
give the other man better access.
He should have known better, should have been prepared that nothing
was
a given with Asami. Ever. But he isn\'t. Not for what comes now
anyway.
The hard connecting of flesh on flesh, of the hand getting in direct
contact
with his backside in such a vicious way that he\'s almost sure that it
will
leave a mark, takes him so by surprise that he forgets all about
staying silent
and not showing just how much he is affected. He yelps, as much for
surprise as
well as the unexpected pain.
\"What … Why... Shit! … Stop!\" he brings out once he catches his
breath and wits somehow together again. \"What are you doing?\" he
manages to add, still somehow breathless, trying to twist his head to
look at
the other man. All he can see is hair, but he can feel Asami\'s
grin
against his body before the other man licks over the skin he previously
abused.
\"Just giving you what you asked for,\" and this time Takaba thinks he
can hear the air shifting before Asami\'s hand connects once more with
his ass,
this time the other side, just as hard as before, sending a wave of
heat and a
strange mix of pain and pleasure through Takaba, who struggles against
his
bonds and desperately tries to suppress another yelp. He doesn\'t
succeed
entirely with the latter and a strangled sound that could be
interpreted as
everything and nothing fills the air.
Crazy, utterly crazy now, is the first thing that comes to his mind.
Asami must
have lost it completely in the course of the last few hours. There\'s no
other
explanation for it. \"Are you completely insane now?\" he asks, breath
slightly ragged from the exertion to keep silent. \"When did I ask for
this? I wanted to go home, nothing else!\"
\"Oh, but you did,\" followed by another slap. Two of them, to each
side. Takaba bites his lips in an attempt keep silent and not to give
the
lunatic behind him anything more. \"Not in words, but with your manners.
With your stubbornness,\" accompanied by yet more strikes, hard enough
that
Takaba is almost sure that he can taste blood on his lips from biting
on them
to keep his cries and moans and whatever other sounds that want to come
out,
inside. Deeply sealed.
He\'s pretty sure that by now his backside has taken on a color that
would make
any tomato envious. And it goddamn hurts! But that isn\'t the worst. Not
by far. The pain is
something he could live with. lang=\"EN-US\"> It\'s the tenderness
in-between that gets to him; the caresses and the kisses on his abused
skin
whenever there\'s a break. It throws him off the loop, makes him
understand even
less. And he\'s pretty sure that\'s the purpose of the whole situation.
Just
another one of Asami\'s mind games. Only, it doesn\'t add up. Nothing
here does
and hasn\'t in quite some time.
\"Feel free to make all the noise you want. The manager is an
acquaintance.\"
He would rather go to hell than do something like that! That much
Takaba is
sure about. And right now, it is the only thing keeping him up. And he
needs
this mantra, because without it, he would fall apart here and now,
would be an
easy prey to the darkness that has been patiently waiting for him for
some time
already. He can already feel its claws reaching for him. He has felt it
already
before, even stronger just a few hours ago. He has hoped that it would
stop
there and just leave him alone, maybe even fade again with some
distance, but
it only became stronger with every passing moment and now it is here,
waiting
for him to let his guards down only once, so that it could finally
devour him,
body and soul.
It scares him. More than the pain hurts, more than the tears forming in
his
eyes humiliate him, or his erection, or his inability to do anything at
all.
Almost as much as the anchor the situation provides him with in the
chaos that
are his emotions -- Asami. It is ridiculous, really, to feel this way.
He\'s
aware of that. But damn! It is Asami and him here, not Asami and that
Chinese bastard!
Still, it is another emotion he shouldn\'t feel.
Was it payback for readily letting his body be used to reach his goal?
\"Damn you … Asami! What do you want from me?\" Takaba asks between
erratic breaths, hating the wavering in his voice very much. Seemingly
undisturbed, Asami lets his hands roam over his body, starting from his
heated
ass, up to his backside and back. \"Just … let me go!\"
\"No.\" As easy as that. \"I never let go what belongs to me. And
you belong to me, even if you seem to have forgotten that.\"
Forgotten? Takaba almost laughed at that. How could he with Asami being
at
every corner he turned?
\'I am the only one you will ever have. You should cry knowing that
you only
belong to me.\'
Another slap, followed by a tongue that feels almost blissfully cool on
his
heated skin, making him yearn for more.
Pain and pleasure. Asami has certainly perfected that art.
\"What do you want, Takaba?\" Again. He startles as the voice is
suddenly so close to his ear and then shivers as lips ghost over his
skin. Not
necessarily in an unpleasant way. A soft lick against his neck,
bringing the
sensations he feels to an almost unbearable level and he grinds into
the
mattress as far as he can, despite the restrictions, tries
unconsciously to bring
his hard cock in contact with something. It isn\'t enough. And right
now, he\'s
convinced that it never will be. Not anymore and no matter what he\'ll
do. He is
caught in a nightmare. Not one filled with monsters and the usual stuff
kids
dream about, but one where all his emotions are laid out bare, rare and
in
techno colors, and where there\'s no other escape but into Asami\'s
direction, if
he wants it or not.
\"Why don\'t you just give up your stubbornness?\" Asami asks, before
pulling him into a kiss.
Because it is impossible! Because then he would be entirely too
vulnerable to
the darkness! He\'s sure about that. Now more than ever.
\'Even if my body responds to the pleasure, I\'ll never give you my
heart.\'
The words that have been his mantra for the better part of their
strange
relationship suddenly come to his mind. But instead of filling him with
the
strength it is supposed to -- and did in the past few months, to some
extent at
least -- it only sounds hollow now, making him realize with painful
clarity
that it is too late for that, that the words have outlived not just
their
usefulness but …everything. A part of him knew it already, even before
he saw
the two of them together. Today just dragged it to the light.
Takaba could very well have done without that.
He is doomed, Takaba realizes even as he opens himself up to the kiss.
And
there is nothing he can do anymore. In barely two months Asami has not
only
managed to flip his whole world upside down, but had gone even further,
into an
area where he wasn\'t supposed to be. And not even with that he was
content.
Asami couldn\'t just be satisfied with using his body and leaving him
alone
otherwise. No, he had to show up at the most impossible times, had to
rescue
him -- after getting him into the shit to start with! -- and had to
slowly
sneak into his life and to take over everything.
He\'s painfully aware of his ass as Asami\'s hand wanders once more over
his back
and further down, of the waves of heat it must emit from the feeling of
it. He
can\'t even tense up anymore in preparation of the next strike. It seems
as if
the fight has drained out of him with that last insight into himself
and left
him weak and exhausted like a newborn puppy. All he can manage is a
shudder and
a soft moan when Asami strokes over his heated skin, sensitizing it
even more.
He groans as the kiss breaks, but before he can utter his disapproval
in any
other way, the lips are on his face; kissing and licking away what he
realizes
now are tracks of tears. He doesn\'t care much anymore. \"What do you
want,
Takaba?\" yet again. For a short moment, Takaba has the image in front
of
his eye of Asami recording the same question on tape, just to spare his
breath.
He smiles inwardly at that, as he, unconsciously, arches into the
finger that
caresses very lightly the crack at his ass, wanting, needing more
contact.
Don\'t make me say it, he begs silently, knowing that all his pretense,
all his
running away, mostly from what he feels, would find an abrupt end if he
has to
voice it. It would be his undoing.
\"Tell me, Takaba.\" A slight change in routine, almost as if Asami
could sense that he almost reached his goal. He probably does.
\"Please,\" Takaba says, voice coarse, and he doesn\'t think he ever
said it before, not to Asami and not in such a context. He moans as
Asami\'s
mouth fastens below his collarbone, adding one more mark to the already
existing ones. Without thinking, Takaba arches his neck, giving him
better
access.
\"What do you want?\" Maybe he should get him one of the small tape
recorders, after all. The lips are on his again, kissing him hungrily,
one
finger slipping in and out of his ass, barely pushing below the ring,
teasing
him, before wandering up again, massaging his sore flesh, while a hard
cock
presses against his side. It is too much sensation, yet by far not
enough.
\"What, Takaba?\"
His hands clench just as tightly as his eyes.
\"You,\" he finally presses out between gritted teeth. If Asami needs
the ego stroking, please, he thinks, trying desperately to hold onto
that. It
couldn\'t be more. That was impossible!
\"That\'s my cute Takaba,\" another kiss, this time on his eyelid.
\"And who\'s your lover?\" Takaba\'s eyes snap open at the force in the
other\'s voice and lock with Asami\'s, which seem to burn with some fire
that is
of an almost alarming intensity, especially when one compares it with
his usual
stoic expression. No, not entirely true. Asami\'s eyes were often the
only way
to see that he was feeling anything at all as Takaba had a chance to
discover
in far too many close encounters. But the heat is something
new.
This is worse than the last time, only a few days ago. Last time it was
just
about the sex, or at least that\'s what Takaba thought. This time it is
more,
far more. He can feel it with every fiber of his being. They had long
left the
mere body-using stage behind them, had moved up the ladder to something
different, no matter how much Takaba has tried to ignore it. And he
just knows
that he won\'t be able to escape anymore once he said it.
The other man is so close that Takaba, despite his blurred vision, can
see
every fine line in his face very clearly. \"Damn you,\" he says once
more, voice shaking, then closes his eyes again to shut off the other\'s
inquiring gaze that seems to penetrate even his most hidden corners,
the things
he wants to conceal and never to let out again, most of them concerning
Asami,
which does give the whole situation a nice, absurd twist.
A lost cause, he thinks, though for the life of him he can\'t say if he
is
referring to himself, to Asami, or to the whole situation. Probably a
bit of
everything, which makes it a wonderful round and very fitting package.
Takaba knows that Asami won\'t give up. And he\'s tired of fighting and
resisting, too drained after the emotional up and down of the last few
days.
Right now, all he wants is to feel and taste more of the other man.
Even when
it means that he\'s doomed and that the safety and peace he craves won\'t
be more
than an illusion. Takaba has no doubts that everything will return to
normal
soon enough and the only thing left will be him feeling like a fool.
\"Who\'s your lover, Takaba?\" again, while a second finger slips into
his ass, making him groan and arch up as far as the belt allows,
accompanied by
lips on his neck, finding exactly that special place.
\"Please, Asami,\" he says in a last desperate attempt to hold onto
what kept him up for the last months. Unfortunately, the \'please\'
doesn\'t come easier from his lips than that first time.
\"No. Tell me.\" Of course not, it would have been far too easy and
Asami never went with easy, not when it came to Takaba at least,
otherwise he
wouldn\'t be in this situation now.
This time he cries out as Asami\'s finger slips out of his ass and his
hand
connects once more with his backside, sending yet another mix of pain
and
pleasure of an almost unbearable intensity through his body. \"Goddamn!
Stop it, Asami!\" Takaba presses out, his breath erratic while he
struggles
to regain control over himself and to stop the trembling that took hold
of him.
\"Just answer my question then. That\'s all I want,\" accompanied by a
warm hand on his back, irritatingly soothing and comforting.
\"Damn you.\" Somehow that seems to have become his new mantra, at
least for the moment, but there\'s no real fire behind the words
anymore, almost
as if he wore them out already. \"All right, you win! You\'re my lover. I
hope you\'re satisfied now! Now let me go, you bastard!\" Takaba says,
and
he hears his voice breaking, only adding to the mortification at having
had to
speak that out aloud and for a moment his desire for escape, seems to
be even
more overwhelming than before. Yet, at the same time, he feels like
breaking
apart, not slowly, that isn\'t possible anymore after the last hours ...
days,
but rather falling and shattering and knowing it, too, even
before it
happens.
Then Asami is there, pulling him close against his own body, holding
him and
keeping him together.
Takaba closes his eyes, surrendering to the situation, and finds
himself
melting against the other man, unable to resist, not seeing a reason
anymore
either after his acknowledgment. He needs the closeness now, too. He
needs to
know that this here wasn\'t all for nothing, that the soul strip he has
been
forced to do has some purpose, wasn\'t just done as entertainment or in
cruelty.
\"That\'s right. I am your lover, Takaba. And nobody can change
that.
You\'re mine and always will be! I won\'t let you go.\"
The intensity behind the words is probably even more reassuring than
the words
themselves. If somebody had told him only a few weeks ago that he would
thrive
on the tone of possession in the other\'s -- his lover\'s, by his own
admission
-- voice, that there would be a time that it wouldn\'t drive him up the
wall, he
would have thought them crazy. But here he is, needing to hear
it,
almost clinging to it as if that alone could save him. It\'s pathetic,
he knows,
but he feels helpless against this particular desire, unable to fight
or even
to resist it.
So he just gives himself over to the kisses and caresses, to the tongue
licking
over the abused flesh on his ass, then wandering even further. Takaba
feels
lightheaded by the overflow of sensations, which seems even more
intense after
the emotional distress he went through. And then there\'s really nothing
else of
importance anymore, but Asami, the closeness and what they\'re doing.
\"Please,\" he brings out once more, not entirely sure how he managed
to form the word, as Asami helps him to turn around and a hot mouth is
almost
instantly on his painfully hard cock, engulfing it completely, sucking
him off.
\"No … more...\"
\"Tell me what you want,\" Asami says, and his voice doesn\'t sound
entirely steady anymore either. Takaba arches up into his mouth and
hands as
they wander up his body, caressing, licking, kissing, biting and
teasing,
intensifying the passion of the moment to an almost unbearable level.
\"Ah … you… I want … you,\" he thinks he says, but he\'s not really sure
if he just thought or actually voiced it. It doesn\'t matter either, not
anymore
at this point, certainly not anymore after everything that happened.
When he\'s
finally free again, Takaba wraps his arms around Asami\'s neck,
preventing the
other man from withdrawing again, then kisses him, tries once more to
put
everything he feels into this one kiss.
Takaba spreads his legs in an unconscious act as Asami positions
himself. The
series of groans and moans as Asami finally pushes into him is muffled
by his
lover\'s skin as he clings to him for dear life, not willing to ease up
even a
bit for fear that he will drown after all without that contact, no
matter if in
the darkness or the overwhelming pleasure or in his own emotional
chaos.
And then not even that matters anymore, because Asami is in, on and
around him,
seemingly everywhere, kissing, taking, caressing and holding him and
making it
impossible for Takaba to think about anything at all as his desire is
sent
soaring far too fast. So fast, that he\'s sure he will just fall,
shatter and be
lost in the darkness once it reaches its peak. Only now he isn\'t afraid
of it.
Not anymore, not with Asami claiming him and kissing him the way he
does,
swallowing his scream as Takaba bucks up once more against him and
finally
succumbs to the pleasure.
~.~.~.~.
\"Here.\" It takes more than just a bit effort for Takaba to open his
eyes this time. He feels completely exhausted, but, unlike before, not
in an
unpleasant way. Asami is sitting beside him on the bed, still
distractingly
nude, and offers him a can of coke. An already open can.
Flashbacks of the
last time Asami did that come into his mind. Asami smirks when he makes
no move
to take it. \"It\'s just coke.\"
\"That\'s what I thought the last time, too,\" Takaba says, voice
slightly coarse. He is thirsty, but not so much that he\'s willing to
fall for
Asami\'s tricks again. Besides, drinking would involve movement and that
it
something he really doesn\'t feel like. Not at all.
\"Hmm,\" Asami just says, lifts the can and drinks from it.
\"Satisfied?\" he asks once he swallowed, then takes another sip.
\"Oh, what the hell …,\" Takaba mutters then leans up on one arm and
grabs the can. Before he can reach it, Asami leans forward and kisses
him.
Instinctively, Takaba opens his mouth, only to find it filled with
coke. The
smirk on Asami\'s face widens as Takaba hastily swallows and then
withdraws.
With a glare of death, he snatches the can away from Asami. \"I can
drink
alone.\"
\"You didn\'t give the impression just now.\"
\"Asshole,\" Takaba says, then sits back -- and winces as his ass comes
in direct contact with sheet, mattress and bed, and whatever else there
is and
right now feels like brick against his skin. Brick with implanted nails
sticking out of it, to be precise. He jumps up. \"Shit! That hurts!\"
\"You will probably need to cool it.\"
\"I wouldn\'t need to cool anything, if you wouldn\'t have gone crazy
suddenly!\" Takaba snaps, then, very carefully to avoid any unnecessary
movement, makes a move to leave the bed. He never gets that far. Before
he can
make any considerable progress in his current state, Asami is on him
and
presses him back onto the bed, not even allowing him to squirm.
\"You think it wasn\'t necessary? Well, I do,\" Asami says and Takaba
can\'t do anything else but glare. There are no real counter arguments,
because
he knows he wouldn\'t have faced and said that without the extreme
situation,
but he doesn\'t see a reason to admit that to Asami.
\"Get off me. I need to go to the toilet,\" Takaba says instead. It is
the truth as well. And he wants a shower, preferably a very cool one,
at least
for a certain body part, which still feels as if it is on fire.
~.~.~.~.
\"Just lay down and keep still.\"
Takaba eyes the other man suspiciously, but then complies. \"Don\'t try
anything weird again,\" he warns Asami before he can stop himself. Not
that
he could really stop Asami, but he can\'t stop himself either from
saying at
least that much.
\"Like that?\" Asami asks, then bits into his ass, making Takaba cry
out.
\"Bastard!\"
\"Just making sure that I know what you mean.\"
\"You\'re enjoying that far too much.\"
\"Yes.\"
\"Good for you,\" Takaba presses out. \"I am not.\"
\"I\'m sure I can change that.\"
\"Oh yeah? I\'d like to see that.\"
\"Just lay still now. I ordered some ice. It should take care of the
worst.
Or maybe we should just leave it, as a little remainder for today … the
color
does suit you well ...\"
\"You wouldn\'t dare!\" Takaba says between clenched teeth as Asami\'s
hands wander over his backside.
\"As tempting as the idea is, I have other plans. Maybe next time.\"
\"If you think there will be a next time, you\'re even more insane than I
thought before. Now finally do something!\"
In answer, there\'s just a sudden coldness that comes unexpected enough,
that
Takaba would have jumped up if not for the hand on his back. \"Stay
still
now.\"
\"You\'re one to talk. You\'re not being frozen alive,\" Takaba mutters
under his breath, his hands clenched in fists.
\"You\'ll feel better soon enough,\" Asami says once his whole backside
is covered with ice. It seems to be true enough. The burning that
plagued him
earlier has lessened. Now there is an entirely different sensation and
it isn\'t
just the coldness either.
\"It\'s sticky! Why is it sticky?\" Takaba demands, once he identified
the new feeling. \"Normal ice shouldn\'t be sticky!\"
\"Ah, I forgot to tell you. They didn\'t have normal ice anymore, so I
ordered chocolate ice cream,\" Asami says as if he would just talk about
the weather.
\"What? You forget to tell me that? What kind of hotel doesn\'t have ice
anyway? Get it off! I need a shower before it gets worse!\"
\"And there is the amusement factor. This should be much more
entertaining
than normal ice, don\'t you agree, Akihito?\" It\'s all the warning Takaba
gets, before Asami\'s tongue dives into the mess on his ass and starts
to lick
the ice cream off.
\"You ba --... ah …\"
~.~.~.~.
Much later, very much sated and equally exhausted, Takaba finds himself
in the
other\'s arms, being held close against Asami\'s body. It is a strangely
comforting situation that allows him to feel safe and calm for once. Or
maybe
it is just the exhaustion, but he doesn\'t quite believe that anymore.
\"Mine,\" he hears, already drifting off, followed by a kiss.
\"Rest now, my cute Takaba.\" And he does, for the first time in weeks,
if not even longer, not feeling haunted or restless, knowing that there
is
nothing to run away from anymore or to fear. This here is where he
wants to be,
and for now it is almost perfect.
~The
End~