Hey there! Grocery Shopping was meant to be a one-shot but finderlov suggested that I should write a sequel, documenting how Asami managed to get Akihito to move in with him. So, here's the second part! Enjoy!

Beta-ed by the wonderful RiveRienStyx.

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"OUCH!" Akihito groaned for the umpteenth time as he massaged his ankle.

Stupid Asami, he cursed.

After sukiyaki, he left Asami's penthouse when the older man was taking his shower – Okay, sneaked out, Akihito admitted since he did not tell the yakuza he was leaving.

Akihito ran his fingers on his left ankle gingerly, cursing his bad luck. How on earth did he misstep on the stairs leading to train platform; he never knew. He guessed he was too preoccupied about escaping from Asami that he didn't see where he was going.

A few hums of the sukiyaki song and the next thing Akihito knew, he landed on the floor, with both hands stretched out. His left ankle twisted in a way Akihito could not imagine. It hurt so bad that the photographer had to remain at the same position for a full minute, ignoring concerned passers-by who offered help.

Eventually, he managed to drag himself up and to the nearby benches after realizing that he had embarrassed himself enough by sitting on the floor. He bit his lips, trying to stop the tears as the pain radiated around his ankle. Akihito waited for the pain to ease before hobbling into the last train, all the while cursing Asami.

If he didn't bring me back to the penthouse, this wouldn't have happened, Akihito cursed angrily. Damn that man and his uncontrollable sexual urges.

He didn't know how he managed to walk from the train station to his run-down apartment but he did; mostly gritting his teeth, trying to hold himself from screaming. He couldn't be more relieved when he slumped on the small couch, resting his poor foot.

At least I've showered in Asami's apartment. It was a small consolation as Akihito didn't think he could walk another step to the bathroom. He rummaged through the first aid box he kept under the coffee table, pulling out some ointment and bandage.

Tears pooled around his eyes as he applied pressure on his throbbing ankle. He gave up after a few tries, opting to bandage the foot instead. By the time everything was done; fatigue took over and he slept on the couch without bothering to undress.

Xx Grocery Shopping -omake xX

The swell ballooned overnight. Damn it, it meant that Akihito had to miss work that day. He called his not too enthusiastic boss to inform him about his condition and slumped back on the couch, unhappy.

"Great, now I can say good bye to any part time jobs from Tanaka," Akihito grumbled.

He stared at his bandaged leg, regretting he didn't mash some ginger to apply on it the previous night. His mother, who got the technique from an Indonesian friend, did that for him once when he sprained his right ankle during his high school years. The method worked but since Akihito did not have any ginger in his tiny little apartment, he conveniently ignored his mother's advice.

By noon, Akihito felt like shit. His ankle was throbbing badly, his stomach was growling and his head was about to burst from the summer heat. He wanted to call his best friends but he remembered Kou and Takato won some onsen coupons and they had left for the hot springs in Gunma yesterday.

Desperate, Akihito even thought of calling Asami but the idea was brushed aside immediately.

Hell will freeze over before I call him. Even for someone like Akihito, he had pride.

By evening, Akihito was positive that he was dying - at least from hunger that is. He tried hopping to the kitchen for some ramen but he hadn't stock up and since he left Asami's penthouse in a hurry, he left all his groceries there as well.

He lay on the couch, trying his hardest to ignore the pain around his ankle and the sweat trickling down his neck. Akihito tried sleeping but he was fairly unsuccessful due to the pain. He closed his eyes anyway and he didn't know when he managed to doze off because the next thing he knew, he heard the doorbell rang.

Akihito groaned, thinking it must be the landlady who wanted him to pay up last month's rent. Akihito would have paid her but since he was in no condition to walk, he remained silent, hoping the landlady would leave him alone.

She didn't. Akihito jerked from the couch when he heard the key slid into the door knob. How dare that old lady trespass into my apartment?

The injured photographer sat up ready to confront his landlady. The door opened and Akihito was greeted by a familiar bespectacled man. He automatically stepped aside for another man to enter the room.

"What the hell, Asami? You're trespassing!" Akihito said angrily.

Ignoring the photographer, Asami toed off his shoes at the small genkan and strode in confidently, as though as he owned the place.

"Get out, I'm not in a mood for company," Akihito said sarcastically, lying down.

"It feels like sauna in here," the yakuza commented, looking around for a place to sit.

His dutiful secretary brushed off a pile of old newspapers and magazines from a couch and gestured his boss to the single couch.

"Unlike some rich bastard, I don't have an air conditioner to keep me cool," he retorted, trying to ignore Kirishima when the secretary opened the windows for some air.

"When did you sprain your ankle?" Asami asked, noticing the bandages on Akihito's leg.

Akihito shifted uncomfortably. "Last night; at the train station – "

Asami actually chuckled. "It's your punishment for escaping while I'm in the shower."

Cheeks flushed, Akihito sat up. His hands went to his ankle immediately, "OUCH!"

The crime lord moved next to Akihito, brushing his hands away. "Stay still," he commanded when the photographer tried to wriggle away.

"It's badly swollen," Asami commented when he removed the bandage.

Akihito had to bite his lips from crying aloud when Asami inspected his bruised ankle, checking for any fractures.

"Just to inform you – OUCH – it's your fault that I'm like this," Akihito said, yelping every few seconds.

Asami continued inspecting the foot. "If you didn't run away, you wouldn't have fallen."

"If you didn't abduct me to your apartment, I wouldn't have run," Akihito defended. "And if you're done inspecting, you can go. Don't let me hold you up," he said with a hint of sarcasm.

Asami's lips curved. "I have nothing scheduled later," he commented and looked at Kirishima. The secretary bowed and immediately stepped out to rearrange his schedules.

Akihito snorted. "Yeah, right," he muttered, staring at Asami. The crime lord was still inspecting his swollen ankle. "You have a foot fetish or something, Asami?"

Again, the lips curved. Without a word, Asami wrapped an arm around Akihito's shoulder, slipped his other hand under Akihito's knees and carried the boy up.

"Hey, put me down!"

"Takaba," he warned.

Akihito stayed still, recognizing the change of tone in the yakuza. Asami hardly called Akihito by his surname but when he did, it was an indication that he wasn't pleased with Akihito.

"Where are you taking me?" Akihito asked when Asami carried him out of the apartment.

With a hand around Asami's neck to support himself, Akihito glanced backwards and saw Kirishima locking his apartment door. Asami's bulky guard, Suoh was walking in front, leading the way.

The door to the limousine was already opened for them and Asami slid into the vehicle gracefully, carrying Akihito with him.

Cool air immediately greeted Akihito and the photographer nearly purred, welcoming the comfort. "Where are you taking me?" he asked again.

Asami did not answer but from the instruction he gave Suoh, Akihito knew they were heading to the hospital. Never fond of medical centers, Akihito struggled. "No, put me down. I don't want to go."

Loosening his grip, the yakuza said, "Suit yourself but judging from your injury, I don't think you can recover in a day or two."

"Hah, you think I care? I can take care of myself," the photographer said stubbornly.

"—even if you won't be able to work for a few weeks?" Asami interrupted smoothly, gazing at Akihito.

Akihito stilled. Damn him, why did he have to rub it in? Still seated on Asami's lap, Akihito shifted his position.

"And I ran into your landlady just now. It seems you're a month behind on your rents?"

Temper flared, he gazed his fiery eyes at Asami, "You – you have no right to ask questions like that."

"I didn't but the old lady was desperate to collect her payment," Asami informed him, his fingers tracing Akihito's pursed lips.

"Stop it, you pervert." Akihito slapped the hand away.

Asami cupped Akihito's chin firmly, forcing the boy to look at him. "Is that how you should talk to your savior?"

The photographer looked confused. "What savior?" Then, his eyes widened. "Don't tell me you paid the old lady my rent?"

Asami crushed his mouth on Akihito's. "Yes, and I came to save you from that place you call apartment," he replied when he pulled away.

"Bastard," Akihito cursed, trying to squirm away. A wrong move had Akihito yelped. He was so focused in his banters with Asami that he had completely forgotten about his injured foot.

"I told you to stay still."

Akihito did, only because he couldn't move. Giving up, he sulked all the way to the hospital.

Xx Grocery Shopping – omake xX

He suffered a hairline fracture on his ankle. The combination of excessive walking and negligence caused the blue black bruise around Akihito's ankle to spread its perimeters. Akihito tried to protest when the doctor placed a splint on his injured ankle but he was threatened with a cast if he refused.

Left with no choice, Akihito obediently allowed Asami's personal physician to fix the splint in place and groaned further when the doctor cheerfully told him that he had to be excused from work for two weeks. Maybe longer; depending on how long his ankle needed to heal.

And the doctor put it rather bluntly, No approval from me, you don't go back to work, Takaba sama.

There were no ends to his bad luck, Akihito mused when he found himself being bundled into Asami's limousine, yet again. This time, Asami didn't bother to child lock the door since Akihito couldn't run even if he wanted to.

"Why do I have to follow you back to the penthouse?" Akihito asked when the limousine stopped in front of the building.

"You're incapable of taking care of yourself," Asami answered simply, carrying the boy up to the penthouse.

Akihito had already lost all will power to fight or struggle; but he did protest when Asami placed him on the bed and started to undress him.

"What the hell?" he shouted, pushing Asami's hands away.

"You're soaked in sweat, Akihito. As seductive as you are, you're not going to bed without a shower," Asami smirked.

"You can save all the unpleasant smell by taking me home," Akihito said, sounding a little too hopeful.

Cupping Akihito's chin, Asami said, "You think I'd let you go when I have the perfect opportunity to cage you here with me?"

Akihito would have kicked Asami for the comment if he wasn't injured. "You're a jerk, Asami." He crossed his hands. "Just you wait; I'll escape the minute I'm well enough."

The yakuza said nothing, infuriating Akihito further. Stripping the boy with efficiency, Asami carried the photographer to the bathtub and lowered him into the lukewarm water.

Akihito nearly wept from joy. He was sticky, sweaty and sore; and the warm water felt like heaven. He felt himself relaxed almost immediately. Feeling drowsy, Akihito began to doze off until he felt Asami carrying him again.

Asami smelled of soap, Akihito noted when Asami laid him on the bed. He did not protest when Asami placed the splints on his ankle, choosing to close his eyes instead. He was exhausted and Asami's bedroom was cool and comfortable. Akihito told himself that he had no desire to be anywhere else at the moment.

"You're not going to bed so soon, are you?" Asami whispered, trailing his fingers along Akihito's ass.

The photographer's eyes snapped open immediately. No longer tired, Akihito tried to push Asami away. "I'm injured!"

The eyebrow arched. "You sprained your leg" he agreed, "but hardly incapable of some light exercise."

Akihito tried to move but the splinters on his leg made it difficult to do so. Besides, even if he could get off the bed, it wasn't as if he could run. "So, you'll pounce on an injured man?" Akihito asked, trying to infuriate the crime lord.

Asami bore no signs of being offended. "I don't but you're special Akihito," he said, moving his fingers to Akihito's already hardened cock, caressing it. "Like I said, your body is a drug. Whenever I see you, I have to have you."

Covering his mouth, Akihito tried to stifle a moan when Asami started pumping his manhood. For a moment, neither spoke as they enjoyed each other. Asami took his time preparing his young lover, driving Akihito wild in need and frustration.

Having forgotten about his ankle, Akihito was on the verge of pushing Asami down to straddle him when he felt a sharp pain around his ankle.

"I – ah – I can't move!" Akihito said, tears forming at the corner of his eyes.

Asami smiled. Brushing the tears, he bent down, nuzzling Akihito's neck. "Don't worry, I can."

Xx Grocery shopping- omake xX

By the time Asami had finished doing wonders to his body; Akihito felt relaxed, warm and famished. He waited for his heartbeat to settle down before turning to the crime lord.

As if Asami knew what he was thinking, he asked, "Hungry?"

Akihito's cheeks flushed. "Did you hear my stomach growl?"

Giving the photographer a smirk, Asami got up from the bed, put on his robe and stepped out of the bedroom. He came back with a bowl of porridge minutes later.

"Kirishima made this," he said when Akihito's eyebrows arched, surprised.

Akihito took the bowl gratefully. "Thanks," he mumbled and ate. As expected from Asami's personal secretary, the porridge was delicious.

When Akihito had finished, he passed the bowl back to Asami. Laying on the bed, he was ready to take a well-deserved rest when the crime lord spoke, "Kirishima will move your things here tomorrow."

Akihito sat up immediately. "WHAT?"

The yakuza smirked. "I told you that you should move in with me."

"I refused!" the photographer protested. "Besides, you just paid my rent, that means I can still go back," he added, smiling cheekily.

Asami stood up and began to disrobe. "I did but I also told her that you will be moving out," he said, slipping into the bed.

"You bastard; you had it all planned!" Akihito said, grabbing the sheets to cover himself.

"I didn't but the timing of your little accident was perfect," the yakuza admitted. In one swift movement, he pinned the boy underneath him. "Now that you've refueled, let's continue."

Akihito struggled against his restraints. "Don't tell me that you're still not sated!"

Asami smiled almost evilly. "We're still young, Akihito. Once is hardly enough, don't you think so?" He said, and proceeded to devour him.

- Owari –

A/N: Thank you for reading! Truthfully, I didn't know how to proceed with this chapter so I let it stall. Then on Tuesday, I took a misstep, fell from the stairs and sprained my ankle. It was swollen and it hurt so bad that I had to miss work the next day. Confined to my little room, I sat on my bed, reading yaoi mangas when it suddenly occurred to me that I should use the experience for Grocery Shopping. LOL

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