Hey all, Starry-eye here, I was moved by all your reviews so I wanted to give you a little something extra. It's a little different than my first fic but hope you like it. So, again, let me know your thoughts, please and thanks!

-SEA

Akihito woke up to a cold bed, his mind still clouded from the night's activities, and his lower back feeling as if he had just run a marathon. He tried to sit up, groaning as his aching muscles screamed in protest. After a few more futile attempts at getting out of bed, Akihito collapsed back down onto the mess of sheets, his remaining strength quickly sapping away from him.

That bastard. I'm gonna kill him.

Speaking of the colossal pervert, where the heck was he? Akihito looked around him, eyes adjusting to the darkness of the large room that he shared with Asami. His older lover was nowhere to be found, and Akihito glanced at the clock perched on the nightstand next to Asami's side of the bed. It was nearly four in the morning. Even for the Yakuza, it was still much too early for him to be up. Idly, he wondered if Kirishima had called him to Sion regarding some important matter.

It wasn't as if Akihito wasn't used to these sorts of things happening. In fact, over the years that two had been together, he had grown accustomed to not seeing his lover lying next to him when he awoke in the morning. But still, Akihito couldn't help it as disappointment coursed throughout his tired body. After the weeks that Akihito had to endure without Asami's touch, the boy had been looking forward to seeing the sleeping man next to him in post coital bliss. He knew better than to dwell on these types of feelings, that Asami was an important man who was always being called away on business. Asami would return to him just like he always did, and these unwanted feelings would vanish just as soon as they had come.

So why did he feel so terribly lonely?

Sighing, Akihito brought the heavy duvet to his chin, shivering from the coldness of the empty bed. He closed his eyes, wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep, and hopefully see Asami smirking down at him once he fully woke up.

After tossing and turning in bed, Akihito decided it was time for a shower. Maybe the hot water would help him with his frenzied state.

Pushing the covers away from him, Akihito forced himself to a sitting position, trying his hardest to ignore the way his muscles ached with every move he made.

Bastard, did he he have to be so damn rough?!

He made his way to the bathroom door, entering and turning on the water to as hot as he could get it.

With the scalding water pouring down on his aching muscles, Akihito was able to think more clearly, his thoughts travelling straight back to last night's activities. He blushed furiously, holding himself tightly as shivers went down his spine.

After their first few rounds on the couch, Asami had given Akihito no time at all to recover, carrying him to their king size bed and ruthlessly fucking him into the mattress until the boy had finally collapsed on top of the older man, exhausted and spent with Asami's cum dripping from his ass. He could still feel Asami's rough fingers on him, stroking and carressing him in a way that no one ever could, no one but Asami.

Despite the initial anger Akihito had felt for his yakuza lover, the uncontrollable lust for him outweighed everything else.

He could still hear Asami's voice at his ear, his dirty words only driving Akihito closer and closer to the brink of release...

"You're sucking me all in, Akihito. Did you want it that badly?"

"I love the face you make as I fuck this whole of yours. Promise me that you'll only show that face to me."

"Akihito, it's really twitching back here, it's appreciating me so nicely."

Akihito shivered, the hot water falling down on him doing nothing to stop his body from shaking.

"Asami..."

Last night had really done a number on him. He ached from head to toe, but the pain was nothing compared to how badly he wanted Asami there with him at that very moment, pushing him into the cold tile of the shower, taking him, filling him, stroking his aching cock until he cried out from the pleasure.

Akihito's hands travelled down the length of him, groaning as he slowly stroked himself until he came with Asami's name falling breathlessly from his lips.

God, when had he started being like this? Had he always craved his hot lover so desperately? Just the thought of his needy moans and whimpers was enough for Akihito to clench his fists in embarrassment. He was angry. Angry at himself for behaving in such a ludicrous way, angry at Asami for not being there at this very moment to fuck him until he was seeing stars.

Get ahold of yourself, idiot.

Taking a few cleanding breaths, Akihito cleaned himself before swtiched the water off, standing in the middle of the steamy shower before finally stepping out, wrapping a towel around his waist.

As he opened the door to the bathroom, a strong arm grabbed him around his middle, and a hand clamped down hard over his mouth.

"Mmmph!" Akihito struggled, helpess to fight off whatever intruder had made their way inside the penthouse.

"Do you miss me so desperately you can't stand ten minutes without me?" Asami's husky voice purred at his ear, making the hair on the back of Akihito's neck stand on edge and a fire course throughout his entire being. "I could hear you in there you know, touching yourself and coming while you think of me." Asami grazed his teeth along the shell of his young lover' ear.

Akihito struggled to pushed himself free, arms flaying and legs kicking behind him, his face heating up at being caught.

"Bastard," Akihito said, trying furiously to hide his flushed face. "Did you have to give me a goddamn heart attack!"

Asami chuckled, his broad shoulders shaking with laughter. He was dressed as impeccably as ever, not a wrinkle in his ever present three piece suit. "It's just so fun to mess with you, my sweet boy." The older man smirked, and he gazed at Akhito hungrily, seeing how he was clad only in a flimsy towel.

"Tch," Akihito scowled. "Where were you anyway? Out conquering the world as usual? It wouldn't kill you to leave a note, you know."

Asami smirked. "I"ll be more considerate of your feelings next time." Slowly, the older man began to advance closer to Akihito, like a predator to its pray.

Akihito could feel panic setting in as Asami grew closer, "What am I, twelve? Don't bother. Besides, you snore and hog the blankets," he said, trying his best to hide the way Asami's heated gaze made delicious shivers run down his back.

Asami chuckled, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "Maybe I like seeing the way you react when I'm not there sleeping beside you." He smirked. "It's rather adorable."

Akihito turned away angrily, trying to hide his blush as best as he could. "Well, I'm glad you had your fun, assho-"

Before he could finish his sentence, Akihito was swept off his feet and thrown unceremoniously onto the large bed in the middle of the room. Asami loomed over him, all the amusement gone from his face. Akihito gulped, his pulse quickening as Asami gazed at him with those golden eyes that he was always so weak to.

"That smart mouth of yours can't go unpunished, Akihito." Asami growled, caging Akihito's wrists above his head.

The boy struggled beneath him, trying to break free from Asami's grasp but only managing to make the towel that barely covered him slip away entirely.

"A-Asami, wait!" Akihito flailed about wildly, but his small frame was no match for Asami's large body. Asami buried his face in the crook of Akihito's neck and shoulder, gently sucking and biting at the sensitive skin. Akihito stifled a moan, helpless at the way his body reacted to his hot lover.

Akihito arched his neck up higher, allowing Asami more acces as he licked doen the hollow of his throat to the base of his ear.

"Your actions and words don't match up, Akihito." Asami licked the shell of his ear, and Akihito gasped at the sharp pleasure.

"Please.." Akihito begged. "My body... can't take any m-ah!"

Asami's free hand had travelled down the length of Akihito's slim torso, giving his stiff erection a sharp squeeze that had the boy under him turning into a mess of whimpers.

"I think it can, Akihito." Asami whispered, his voice low and husky and oh so seductive. "In fact, I don't think this cock of yours would ever be able to survive without me." Slowly, Asami began stroking Akihito's length, his thumb swirling aroung the head of the younger man's cock.

"Don't you-ah-ever get-ah- tired of this?" Akihito gasped as Asami's masterful strokes quickened in pace.

Asami let go of Akihito's wrists, and began undoing his tie as well as his white button up shirt. Akihito lay under him, panting with his face flushed, his cock straning with much needed release. Before Akhito could blink, Asami was naked and glorious on top of him, his marvelous body leaving his mouth watering and his fingers itching to touch him.

Just as Akihito thought Asami was going to turn him over and fuck him senseless, he did something that totally caught him off guard.

"Akihito," Asami said, barely a whisper, and with more emotion than Akihito had ever heard him use before. His golden eyes were warm and clouded over with something Akihito had never seen before, knocking the breath completely out of him. Asami kneeled before him, perched in between Akihito's thighs as he grasped one of the younger man's hands in both of his own. Tenderly, he brought it to his mouth, kissing his palm with such gentleness that Akihito stopped breathing, his heart feeling like it was about to burst out of his chest.

"So long as you stay by my side, so long as you only scream my name, so long as you stay loyal only to me, I will never get tired of you. Not now, not ever, not for as long as I live. What I give you is all of me, Akihito." Asami kissed the back of Akihito's hand, and in turn, each finger tip. "And in return, I only hope to have all of you as well. Not only your body, but your heart as well as your soul." Asami cupped his young lover's face, bringing them inches apart.

Akihito felt like his heart had been torn away from his body. He was absolutely shaking from head to toe, the overwhelming sense of emotions from Asami's words leaving him trembling and gasping. A part of him wanted to laugh it off and tell Asami to quit joking with him, but the other part of him, the more potent part, was utterly speechless for the first time in his life.

"Y-you... you idiot, Asami." Akihito smiled, despite the tears that fell furiously from his eyes. He wrapped his arms around Asami's broad back, and his legs around his waist. "Like you'd ever let me leave."

Asami smirked, the playful look returning to his face. "Smart boy."

The night passed by in a blur of tongues and lips and bruising fingertips. From heavy, needy panting to slow, gentle carresses and burning touches. Akihito lost count of how many time he was woken up by Asami burying himself in between the younger man's legs, and Akihito gasping and moaning from the continous torture of pleasure. In one moment he was on his hands and knees, Asami buried inside him as he whispered filthy lithany into his ear, Akihito coming from the words alone. In another moment, Akihito was on top of Asami, taking in his cock all the way deep inside as Asami moaned in pleasure beneath him. Then Akihito was on his back, legs wrapped around the solid torso that his body was so addicted to, Akihito crying out in extasy as Asami thrust his delicious cock into him again and again. He remembered positioning himself on top of Asami, taking his entire length into his mouth as Asami thrust his fingers and tongue into his ass. He lost track of how many times Asami made him come, how many times he was brought to heaven and back.

Despite the rough ways Asami had taken him, Asami had been the most gentle than he ever had before. If he did somthing too rough or too painful, he would shower Akihito with kisses, holding him tightly to his body as he made sure the younger man was as comfortable as ever.

With the continous combinatin of ruthless fucking followed by gentle touches, it had Akihito's head wheeling, his body taken to the brink of pleasure and pain, each never outwighing the other.

Tears fell from the younger man's eyes continuously, only to be kissed or licked away by Asami's wicked tongue that had been all over him only moments before.

When it felt as if it were all over, Akihito had collapsed into a heap of post coital bliss, the last thing he remembered was Asami whispering into his ear as he brought the covers around them, holding him close to Asami's heated body.

The next morning, Akihito awoke feeling better than he ever had before. He stretched his tired body. For once, he welcomed the new aches and pains, loving the way it reminded him of the greatest night he and Asami had ever spent together. Akihito turned his head to the side to see a sleeping Asami, his dark hair tumbling over his face as his shoulders rose and fell with every breath that he took. Akihito's heart swelled up in his chest.

This crazy, over bearing, unpredictable, possesive, criminal man was a mess of things that Akihito always swore to stay away from. But now, he couldn't possibly picture his life without Asami Ryuichi.