Takaba lay on his bed, in his black boxers, eating sweets and reading the newspaper in search of photography jobs. He was in dire need of work. He furrowed his brows as he put another of the red spherical sweets into his mouth.

The door of the apartment creaked open.

"What do you want Asami?"

"Waiting for me were you?"

Takaba sat up abruptly; crossing his legs.

"NO! It's just who else visits this late without even knocking, plus I can smell the cigarettes from here."

"Hmm" Asami loomed in the door frame amused that Akihito could recognise him by his smell. Just like my pet.

Takaba had returned to reading the paper, scanning the pages. Suddenly, he was captured from behind. Asami sat behind him on the edge of the bed; one arm across Takaba's torso and the other reaching for his crotch.

"You know I'm fighting the urge to put a collar and leash on you don't you, Takaba?" Asami breathed, while cupping the bulge in captive's trousers.

"Hey, no, stop err I have a bad stomach."

"Then you shouldn't be eating these" The yakuza confiscated the boy's sweets.

"Ah, no!"

"If you want them that much I could feed them to you another way."

"Ha ha, you're joking right- wait- stop!"

Like many times before, Asami's hand slid down to Takaba's hip, pulling down his skin tight boxers with his finger, before the boy could protest. The next thing he knew, Asami had taken one of the sugary spheres and began to push it inside him. Takaba dropped down onto his left forearm, closing his eyes in discomfort as he reached frantically behind him with his remaining arm to clutch at Asami's wrist.

"S-stop" he gasped out.

The ring of muscle twitched as four more were teasingly inserted. Takaba began to moaning wildly, Asami actions seceding in turning him on.

"Take 'them' out" The words spilling from the aroused photographer's mouth.

"But you seem to be enjoying them."

"Who-who would hnnn..." moaned the boy.

Asami smirked as he crooked a finger inside.

"Wah!" Takaba's erection began to leak down onto his pink flesh as Asami rolled the sweets around. The tickling and itchy sensation was overwhelming the boy.

The yakuza withdrew his finger from the feverish body, unzipping his trousers and lifting Takaba up so he was sitting on his lap with his back leaning on the older man's chest... and something else.

"Wait...you didn't take...them out"

A snigger followed his statement, and then Asami's cock was thrust inside the boy. Takaba shook from shock and pleasure. He gasped at the feeling the sweets gave him when they rubbed against Asami's engorged flesh inside him.

"Ah, it feels...so...deep-ha"

Asami pulled out only to slam back in and hit Takaba's prostate. The blond writhed and arched within the older man's hold. Takaba clutched at his bed sheets, unsure what to do with his rarely unrestrained hands. Asami teased the boy's nipples to hear him groan and whimper softy, leaving them swollen and notably hardened. As the pounding and cries of satisfaction bounced off the apartment walls, Takaba opened his mouth in search of his captivators enticing lips. Leaning onto the strong torso and turning over his shoulder, their tongues fought and entangled with each other. Nearing climax, Asami continued their vigorous movements, thrusting deep into the other to drive the smaller body into madness with need. As the pounding grew quicker, Asami finally buried himself deep into Takaba causing them both to release.

When the yakuza pulled out of the boy, the sticky sweets dropped out, smothered in Asami's seed.

"Hnnn... I'll never be able to eat those sweets again...ahhh the thought" Takaba muttered to himself, lying sulking on the now messy bed.

Asami seemed not to have listened, distracted.

"Do you need a job, Akihito?" The man questioned, glancing at the circles on the newspaper.

"... yeah, w-why?"

"You should work at Club Sion, you're be thoroughly satisfied at work."

"Ha no way- then I might really be working under you." He grumbled rolling away from Asami covering himself with his quilt.

This is going to be my first fanfic thats guarenteed at least four chapters. Hope this chapter is okay. '~' (lost confidence during writers block)

*This fic is dedicated to Secret Ritsuka, who called smexy words and sentences that actually made sense, into my hollow and echoing brain.*