Chapter Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Asami/Akihito

Spoilers:No spoilers. Set sometime post Escape and Love.

Contains: Utter crack.

Summary: "I'm yours. Here to please you in any way you see fit."

Disclaimer: These characters belong to Yamane Ayano, not me.

Author's Note: Title of this story thanks to Gnarls Barkley and their "Crazy" lyrics. I've always loved the mindwipe/brainwashing trope where one of the protagonists is programmed to become someone's sex slave. It's usually not within an established couple, but I really got the urge to play that out with Asami and Akihito, so here you go. I hope you (and they) will forgive me! This story is all mapped out 5-6 chapters + epilogue. The second chapter is already written, so you can expect quick updates. (If you don't ban me from your journals.)

Akihito sat on Asami's expensive leather couch and fumed. Kirishima had made it sound as if the world would end if Akihito wasn't ready and waiting when Asami arrived home from his business trip abroad. Of course, he hadn't bothered to explain. He'd just scolded, threatened, and finally ended up begging and promising Akihito any number of favors if he would just cancel his plans for the night and be waiting at the door like a good little lapdog. And oh, sure, his plans were nothing to the great Asami-sama's, of course. But Akihito had done just that. He'd lost a job to it in fact, and the bastard still had the nerve to keep him waiting for over an hour.

When the door knob finally rattled, Akihito was up on his feet to fix a deadly glare on the person who entered. It was Asami, quickly followed by Kirishima.

"Finally." Akihito couldn't help the way his stomach lurched a little seeing Asami again. Despite his long flight, he looked as devastatingly gorgeous as ever. It had been over two weeks after all, and he really had missed the jerk even if he would never say that out loud. "Just who do you think you are making me wait around like this?"

Asami's face turned toward him at the sound of his voice and lit up with a wide, happy smile. Akihito's jaw dropped, though he didn't notice. He was too shocked by the sight of Asami's open, joyful expression and the way he crossed the room with eager strides to fall to his knees in front of him.

"I'm sorry. I came as quickly as I could." He looked up at Akihito with a gaze that was nothing short of worshipful. "I missed you, Master."

Akihito stared. Asami stared back, still smiling in a way Akihito hadn't even known was possible for him. It was giving him a severe case of the creeps.

Finally, Akihito started frowning. He looked at Kirishima and then back to Asami again. "Is this some kind of joke? Because I don't think it's funny. I really did lose a job tonight because you-" he jabbed a finger at Kirishima "-told me it was imperative I be here."

Kirishima stepped forward. "I assure you it's not a joke. Takaba-kun..." He cast a nervous look at his boss, who was still kneeling at Akihito's feet and still offering up that infinitely creepy smile. "There was an accident during the first few days of our trip."

"What? Why didn't you tell me before?" Akihito looked more closely at Asami, concern making him reach out and touch his shoulder lightly. Asami appeared euphoric at the contact and leaned into it, resting his cheek against Akihito's arm. "What kind of accident?"

"An explosion. He was in the hospital under observation for several days."

Akihito gasped, his fingers tightening their grip.

"I'm fine, Master." Asami said soothingly, turning his face to kiss the back of Akihito's hand.

"Oh my God! Does he have a concussion? Brain damage?"

"He's fine, Takaba-kun. Don't panic. The MRI showed no damage."

"Fine? He's on his knees smiling like a psycho and calling me Master!"

Kirishima cleared his throat. "Ah, well. The doctors think he may have suffered a minor, temporary memory loss."

"Minor?" Temporary?" Akihito's voice rose in loudness and pitch. "What the hell! He's acting like he thinks he's my slave or something! That's not minor! That's a total personality transplant! How can they say-" His words choked off as large, warm hands began to slide up his thighs.

"Not just a slave. Sex slave, Master." Asami's voice was low and sultry now, and his smile turned alluring. "I'm yours. Here to please you in any way you see fit."

Akihito blushed to his roots and grabbed desperately at the hands before they could reach their final destination. What the fucking hell? Was Asami pouting?

"Oh my God," Akihito moaned. "Kirishima, this is a nightmare, right? Please tell me I'm asleep and this is just a very very twisted dream."

Kirishima had gone rather pink too. "Takaba-kun. It's not that bad-" An hysterical laugh burst out of Akihito. "The doctors say things like this aren't uncommon under the circumstances." He faltered at the look of sheer disbelief Akihito threw him. "And, well, his private physician here concurs that it's best to let this play out on its own."

"What the fuck does that mean? Shouldn't he be in the hospital until he's...back to normal?"

Akihito was starting to have trouble breathing. The shortness of breath made his voice sound odd to his ears, or maybe that was just because his hearing seemed to be getting more and more muted now. He thought Kirishima was saying something about Asami needing to stay with him, and the doctors thinking it would cause more trauma if they didn't go along with it for the time being, and then everything just sort of faded out as someone seemed to be calling his name over and over.

He came back to his senses cradled in Asami's strong arms. The look of concern on Asami's face would've been touching if memories of the past few minutes hadn't come flooding back to Akihito in one fell swoop, making him feel faint all over again.

"Oh my God," he moaned again.

"Shh," his six foot plus sex slave whispered. "You're not well. I'll nurse you back to health."

Asami stood with ease and began to carry Akihito toward the bedroom.

"What? No, wait!" Asami stopped and looked down at him. "Put me down, Asami!"

Asami frowned. "You just fainted, Master. It's not a good idea."

Akihito scowled. "I thought I'm supposed to be in charge here. I'm telling you to put me down! I need to talk to Kirishima."

Obviously conflicted, Asami finally allowed Akihito to stand, though he kept a firm arm around his waist, not letting him step away. "You can talk for a moment, but then I'm putting you in bed. It's my job to care for you properly." He gave Kirishima a significant glance.

"Kirishima,' Akihito began desperately. "What about his work? How will he manage that if he's...like this?"

"Oh, that." Kirishima straightened his glasses. "He's actually been operating quite as usual in that respect. The only change since the accident appears to have been...this one." He gestured awkwardly toward Akihito. "We didn't realize there was a problem at all actually until, due to the accident and treatment, we were late returning to Tokyo-and to you-by our original date. That was when Asami-sama began exhibiting signs of...er...unusual behavior."

Akihito snorted.

"So what-he said: 'I'm Takaba Akihito's sex slave and I have to get back to Tokyo to serve my master?'"

"Not exactly, but close enough." Kirishima was turning pink again.

"I want to speak to his doctor personally."

"That can be arranged. He was going to come by tomorrow anyway."

"Fine. So what am I supposed to do in the mean time?" Akihito grabbed Asami's hand when it started to wander again.

"Just.." Kirishima lowered his voice, though Asami seemed focused on running his fingertips up and down Akihito's arm with his free hand. "Humor him. Make sure he goes to work in the morning. As long as he is allowed to spend a certain number of hours with you each day, he'll keep to his daily routine...we think."

"You think," Akihito said scornfully, trying not shiver as Asami raised goosebumps on his skin.

"Please, Takaba-kun. It will just be for a short time. I swear we'll find a solution."

"Master needs to rest now." Asami's voice brooked no denials, so Kirishima bowed his head, casting one last pleading look over his shoulder at Akihito.

"Do you your best, Takaba-kun. We'll talk again tomorrow."

Akihito flipped him off.

When the door closed, Asami swooped him up in his arms again and into the bedroom. Instead of being tumbled onto the sheets as was Asami's wont, Akihito was gently placed in the center of the bed, his head resting on one of the soft, fluffy pillows.

"Shall I run you a bath, Master?"

"Er...no. I showered earlier." Morbidly fascinated, Akihito stared up at Asami.

"Then, allow me to give you a massage, Master."

"Oh, no, that's-"

He was gently flipped onto his stomach before he could get the words out and firm but gentle fingers began to knead the muscles of his shoulders and back.

Akihito moaned.