Warning: contains lemon/smut/NSFW in the following chapter. Please proceed with caution ~ ;)

A/N: I'm really sorry for not updating this for so long! .

A big thank you to my readers who asked me when I was going to update this as these comments pushed me to write this chapter ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

On another's note, this is my first lemon piece of writing, so apologies in advance if there is anything wrong with it!

Akihito broke out in a cold sweat.

Shit, seriously?

It was just like his luck.

The pretty girl was still smiling at him, albeit the smile was getting strainer with every passing minute.

Shit, shit, shit.

Where is it?

He bit his lip in frustration as he frantically rummaged through his pockets and bag, even though he had searched through them earlier. Unsurprisingly, it did not miraculously appear.

Takato waved at the waitress, "I'll pick up the bill."

Relief was visibly written across the waitress' face as she turned towards Takato and handed him the bill.

Once they were a few paces outside the restaurant, Kou clutched his side and spluttered in laughter, "Did you see her face? She probably thought you were going to say you didn't have money and gonna leg it without paying, since you look like a delinquent and all."

Akihito turned apologetically to Takato, hands clasped together in front of him.

"I'm really sorry. I know I said I was gonna treat you guys, but you ended up paying. I promise I will pay you back."

Takato shook his head kindly and patted Akihito's shoulders, seeing how down-hearted the other guy was.

"Don't worry about it. You've helped me out before too, remember? You can pay me back whenever you want. By the way, how much was in in your wallet?"

Pain etched across the photographer's face. "All my bonus was in there."

Kou's laughter intensified. "The thief sure hit the jackpot today."

Akihito wrapped one of his arm around Kou's neck until the latter man threw both of his hands into the air, gasping. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

Akihito originally wanted to celebrate with Takato and Kou using his work bonus, and invited them to a slightly upscale Japanese restaurant.

Akihito clearly remembered stuffing the wallet into his jacket this morning, because he knew he would need to use it today. He chose the jacket specifically because it had deep pockets, so there was no way it would just fall out on its own, but now, it just wasn't there anymore.

After parting with his friends, Akihito got onto his Vespa and headed towards work. While driving along the highway, Akihito noticed a black car three vehicles behind him was following him discreetly, always keeping the same distance between them. Akihito clicked his tongue in annoyance.

His mood wasn't great to begin with, with him losing his money, and now the private detective Asami hired to keep tabs on him was following him. He revved the engine, making the Vespa growl louder beneath him, and grinned. At least shaking them off provided some entertainment.

Holding his breath in and crouching as still as a statue, Akihito stared warily at the hotel a few meters ahead to his left.

The hotel was situated in a small, quiet neighborhood, so famous people often chose the place for their rendezvous. One would think after so many politicians got caught here the others would learn from their predecessors' mistake and not come here, but it looked like their political speeches caused their own brain cells to die out.

The wind shifted, rustling the bush in front of him, and Akihito braced himself.

The 'bush', if one could call it that, was a type of plant that Akihito had never seen before.

It was as if a ball of green thread had been tangled up, with an array of needles sticking out, pointing to all directions. The tips shone with a dull gleam reflected from the artificial lights. Every slight movement proved to be fatal. Even a single breath could sway it. It would lean backwards, then thrust forward, stabbing the unfortunate person.

The courtyard of the hotel were sparsely decorated, meaning the bush was Akihito's only hiding place. He supposed the hotel got rid of them so journalists couldn't hide behind the ornaments.

The things he had to endure just so he could earn enough to live, while on the other hand, some people could just sit there and watch the money roll into their bank account without lifting a finger.

Akihito consulted his watch as he waited impatiently for his target to appear.

Surely they had been in there for more than four hours?

Where does an old man get all the stamina from? Viagra?

Speaking of unlimited stamina, Akihito's thoughts drifted towards a certain 'old man' that could never seemed to be satisfied...

Asami...

...

Shit.

He was abruptly dragged back to reality as realization dawned upon him.

Asami's credit card was in his wallet.

The bastard had slipped it in there when Akihito hadn't notice.

How was he going to tell Asami?

Just the other day he had lost his key, and Kirishima had to call in the locksmith to change the locks. The secretary had been furious, and gave him a long rambling speech about how he's jeopardizing Asami's safety with his carelessness.

Just thinking about the impending scolding he would surely received made a headache form in Akihito's head.

All of a sudden, the hairs on his neck prickled up. Someone was glaring at him, with such a malicious intent that a shiver ran involuntarily down his spine. The presence was too malevolent to be the private detective from before, and he was sure he shook them off before arriving here for his stake out. His agile eyes darted across the deserted courtyard, but nothing seemed amiss.

Did he imagine it? But Akihito had good instincts, and his gut told his something, or someONE malicious was lurking in the shadows.

Just as he was debating whether or not to get the hell out of here, an older man with thinning hair walked out in tow with a young boy. Danger temporarily forgotten, he hurriedly got his camera into position.

Because he had been crouching behind the bush for so long, his legs had long gone numb, so when his target appeared, he quickly knelt up, but his legs refused to obey, and he tumbled forward. Seeing the army of needles glistening in front of him, he hastily took a step back to avoid being skewered.

Snap.

The crisp sound of a branch being snapped echoed loudly in the courtyard.

Akihito cursed mentally.

The man glanced at the source of the noise, then quickly ushered the boy into a waiting car, and climbed in after him.

To say Akihito's day was bad was an understatement.

The head of the Weekly Edition's editorial department glanced at Akihito's picture before sighing, taking his glasses off and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

The picture was taken too hastily, so it ended up being blurry. In addition, it only showed the backs of two people, which you could vaguely tell were both male.

If they published the picture, the politician could simply deny it was him, and say they were trying to ruin his reputation.

With such an unfocused picture, it would be hard to get the readers to agree it was him.

Unfortunately, the head editor did not accept Akihito's photos, and when Akihito left the office, Mitarai was smirking at him.

The lights were on when he got back. Of all days for Asami to be back early, it had to be today. He dithered at the entrance, wanting to prolong the time before facing the inevitable.

Asami was sitting in the living room, reading some kind of document that Kirishima was handing him.

They both glanced up as Akihito entered the room.

Kirishima sighed wearily when he took in the young man's expression.

"Don't tell me you lost something else today."

Bull's eye.

He could feel Asami's gaze on him as he stared at his feet.

"What was it?"

Akihito shifted his feet. "My wallet. It had your platinum card in there."

Asami reached across the table where his black wallet laid.

"Wait, wait, wait! I don't want another one!"

The hand, which was just in the process of taking out another card, paused.

"I've got nowhere to store it, so even if you give me another one, I would probably lose it again."

Asami was thoughtful for a moment, then he sat back and nodded his head at his secretary.

"Call that store, tell them that we will be coming over tomorrow."

And that's how Akihito got dragged to Ginza the next day.

The black car glided silently down the famous streets. Brand-name stores streamed past the tinted windows as Akihito watched the scenery.

As the car decelerated, Akihito saw people pointing at a store. Curious, his eyes followed the direction of the passerby's gazes, until his sight landed upon a dozen men and women in neat uniform lined up either side of a carpet that leads toward the inside of the boutique.

Akihito sniggered to himself. Must be for some rich-ass guy who got too much money to burn. Whoever wants to embarrass themselves this much?

Yet his smirk gradually faded as the car slowed to a crawl until it parked right in front of that store.

Akihito prayed to whatever deities he could think of at that moment. Hell, he even prayed to Satan, hoping that this was not the place they were going to go to.

Sadly, even Satan ignored his desperate pleas.

An older man stepped out from the shop and greeted them as they came out of the car.

Well, Asami got out, Akihito cowered inside the car, and only reluctantly got out when Kirishima gave him the death stare.

Even though most people who shopped here were made of money, they still don't rent down the entire store for a visit, so all of the passerby and shoppers were openly staring at them.

He quickly exited the vehicle and followed behind Asami. At least he won't feel the eyes on him once he was inside. As they were entering, the staff all bowed and welcomed them.

Akihito wanted to die of embarrassment.

Inside, a huge selection of wallets were already put on display on the glass tables.

Akihito drifted towards them. Picking one up absentmindedly, his eyes glanced at the price tag, and immediately dropped it back like a hot potato. The number of digits on there nearly gave him a heart attack.

The manager smiled and introduced himself, and asked if they would like any refreshments? Asami turned to Akihito, but the latter shook his head. At the rate his luck was going, he was going to end up spilling water onto the most expensive leather goods. He would rather not try out his luck.

The manager turned to Asami.

"Asami-sama, what kind of wallet are you looking for today?"

Asami nodded towards Akihito. "We are looking one for him."

If the manager was surprised, he let nothing showed on his face. Still courteous, he faced Akihito.

"Is there any specific designs you had in mind?"

Akihito shook his head helplessly. A wallet is a wallet right? How were there so many different designs? And why were they so damn expensive? Akihito was sure even the cheapest wallet here was going to worth more than what he will actually store inside it.

Asami picked up a black leather one. The clasp glittered suspiciously.

The manager was smiling.

"Ah, you've got keen eyes, Asami-sama. That is a limited edition one I got shipped over just for your visit. There's only ten of them made. The diamond itself is of the highest quality..."

Akihito drowned out his voice.

Then he realized Asami's look on his face, and his worst fears came true when Asami said, "Fine, we will take this-"

"NO!"

"..."

"..."

Silence descended upon the room.

Nowadays, it seemed only the God of Poverty and Bad luck visited Akihito.

Please, God, just drop something onto my head and kill me already.

The corners of Asami's mouth lifted slightly. "You don't like it?"

"Well, um, it doesn't fit someone like me, right? It looks more suitable for a rich old geezer or something."

"..."

"..."

"..."

Because he was mortified at his outburst, he started talking the first thing that came to his mind to hide his embarrassment.

Only he dug the hole deeper.

Akihito could quite literally feel Kirishima's anger radiating behind him, whereas Asami's eyes only gleamed with amusement.

"Really?"

"Yeah, plus, with my job, it would more likely that I would lose it, so it would be a waste."

"I could buy all ten of them so it would take you a while to lose all of them."

Akihito stared at him, horrified.

The amount could probably allow him to live comfortably for a long time, and Asami wanted to waste it on this piece of leather? Did the guy not know any limits in spending money?

"W-well," Akihito knew that he had to think fast, otherwise he would be burdened with yet another junk that he would never use. "You can't eat diamonds, right? So what's the use in buying something so expensive when you can buy food?"

Someone sniggered, before quickly hiding it with a cough behind Akihito.

Yep, Kirishima was definitely going to skin him alive when he gets the chance. He was only surprised that the secretary hadn't shot laser out of his glasses yet.

In the end, Asami settled with a slim leather wallet that looked the most inconspicuous out of all the flamboyant ones.

Still, the price made his eyes water.

"I can pay-"

Akihito's hand reached into his pockets, and came up empty.

He had forgotten he had lost his wallet.

Asami had already smoothly held out his card to the manager, who accepted it with both hands.

He bent down towards Akihito's ears and whispered in his deep voice, "Then I will look forward to tonight's repayment."

His breath caressed Akihito's ears and the young man's face went red.

Evening fell, and at last they were both home after a long day.

After their shopping trip, Asami took Akihito to a restaurant that was famous for their lobster. Akihito stuffed himself so full until he could barely walk out of the restaurant.

He was sitting at the edge of their bed, gazing admiringly at his brand new wallet when he noticed it was thicker than when he viewed it at the store.

Curious, he opened it.

It was stuffed with notes.

Before Akihito could open his mouth to protest, Asami interjected smoothly. "A loan. You haven't got much cash left, right?"

Akihito snapped his mouth shut. True. If he doesn't accept it then he might have trouble buying the groceries for their dinner...

"But," Akihito raised his head when he heard Asami's tone dropped deeper, "I'll be taking the interest now."

In a flash, Asami grabbed Akihito's waist and threw him onto the bed.

Landing with a soft thump with his breath temporarily knocked out, Akihito had barely got his breath back when he was pressed down. Asami loomed over him, pulling his own necktie lose with one hand, the other pressed next to his head.

"Wait, I haven't had a bath yet..." Akihito protested feebly.

"That can wait. But this can't, right?"

The hand left his necktie and traced over Akihito's trousers, tantalizingly.

Akihito breath hitched. All his blood started rushing to where Asami had touched him.

"...Stop..."

His objection was cut short as Asami bent down and crushed their lips together, his hand holding Akihito's head firmly in place.

He could feel Asami's tongue prodding his lips, then entering his mouth, curling against his. His tongue tried to push against the other as he attempted to come up for air but Asami only came up long enough for Akihito to draw a lungful of air before crashing their lips together again.

Before long, a cold hand slid under Akihito's top and he shivered. It was like ice against his fiery skin, and soon, his heat warmed the freezing hand as it travelled slowly upwards until it reached Akihito's chest. The fingers tweaked the nubs, and then pinched it. The sensation made Akihito gasp, and he arched his back upwards.

The older man's lip trailed against his cheek, until it reached his earlobe, and whispered huskily, "Enjoying yourself, Akihito?"

The sensation of having his name whispered so hotly in his ear, and his chest played made Akihito's cock strained against his underwear.

"A-Asami."

Asami understood Akihito. With a flash, he took off Akihito's top, revealing the blond man's chest. His tongue swirled around the red bud, before biting it and pulling it with his teeth. Akihito moaned, his hand grabbed Asami's head, fingers locked into the raven hair.

Meanwhile, Asami's hand had reached his trousers, and undid the clasp swiftly.

The cool air against his hot skin made the hair on his skin stood up. Now all that separated his cock and Asami's hand was a thin piece of cloth. For a few torturous seconds, Asami simply stroked his cock lightly outside the fabric. Then, the hand slipped into his underwear.

A sweet shiver ran down his spine, and Akihito tightly pressed his lips together to stop an embarrassing sound out, still clinging to that last bit of reasoning. He didn't notice the hungry look entering the other man's eyes.

Asami's fingers were tightly wrapped around his cock, and pumped up and down the length, sometimes fingernails grazing ever so slightly against the top, and it was all Akihito could do to stop himself from moaning out loud. Beads of precum leaked from the tip, and just as he was about to cum. The hand stopped.

Still dazed, Akihito looked down when Asami said, "Lift your hips."

Akihito compiled, and in one swift motion, Asami took off his trousers and underwear and threw them under the bed. Then he leaned back down to Akihito.

Seeing how the other man was still dressed, Akihito's fingers tried to open Asami's shirt, but somehow his fingers won't listen to him. In frustration, he ripped the remaining buttons off the shirt, and devoured the sight of Asami's chiseled chest. His fingers ran over the tight abs, down, down, until it reached the bump straining against the black trousers.

Asami's breathing became strainer, which fueled his boldness, and his fingers unbuckled the belt. An impressive bulge stood out against the black boxer, heat radiating from it. Akihito's heart raced faster as he imagined that it will be inside him soon.

Reached across the drawer, Asami took out a bottle of lube, and squeezed it onto his hand. He put one of Akihito's legs onto his shoulder, so the photographer's ass were spread open, giving Asami the full view of the small pink hole, waiting eagerly.

The lube covered fingers massaged the area around the small hole, before a single finger sunk inside.

"Ahh!" Akihito's back went taunt, hands clenching the white sheets tightly.

The entry was smooth. Akihito automatically tightened around the object entering him, before relaxing slightly. Asami slowly moved his fingers in and out.

Soon, one finger was not enough, and Akihito was begging for more.

"More, Asami."

Asami slipped another digit inside, scissoring the hole. A wet squelching noise echoed, but Akihito was too delirious to notice. Then, a third finger was added.

Every time when the fingers reached the deepest part of him, the fingers would grind upwards, hitting that spot that made Akihito tremble in pleasure, hands clutching the sheets, toes curled.

Akihito was about to reach climax when Asami, yet again, stopped.

"Not yet."

"Asami, please."

The black haired man lifted his head, and looked at the boy spread deliciously in front of him. The blond hair was messily fanned across the pillow, the plump lips had changed a bright shade of red, his face flushed, and he was gazing tearily at Asami.

Even then, Asami could not resist bullying the younger man a little. Staring into the pair of glazed brown eyes, he asked huskily, "What do you what me to do?"

Lust clouding his judgement, Akihito supported himself up with one elbow, the other arm curled around Asami neck, his swollen lips whispered, "I want you in me, Asami."

Akihito was the only one that could ever lit such a fire of passion behind Asami's eyes.

With a wicked grin, he pushed Akihito down.

"Well said."

Asami lined his cock against his hole, rubbing it, slowly teasing the entrance by entering the tip then pulling out. He repeated this motion a few times, until Akihito thought he would go crazy with the teasing. Then, he slammed it in all at once, until his hips were touching the other's buttocks.

It left Akihito breathless.

The small hole was spread taut to accommodate the giant cock. It wrapped smoothly around the length, as if it was made for it.

"Ngh." Akihito brought his hand up to his mouth, and bit down on it, in an attempted to stop him moaning out loud. The fullness made him ache slightly, but paired with the pleasure, it made Akihito see white.

Asami grabbed his hand and held it down.

"Let me hear your cries, Akihito."

"But it's embarrassing- Ahh!"

Asami pulled all the way out until the tip is barely in before slamming back in.

"T-too rough, Asami, slow down!"

Yet every time Asami pulled out, Akihito's hole tightened, and eagerly sucked it back in when Asami trusted inside. After a few thrusts

Asami lifted one of Akihito's leg up by the ankle. The change of position allowed Asami to reach even deeper, hitting Akihito's sweet spot every time. Akihito could no longer hold back his voice, and with every thrust he seemed to grew louder.

Sensing he was close, Asami hand grabbed the younger man's cock, pumping it.

The black haired man bent down and sucked on his neck.

"Asami!"

Akihito's moans made Asami swell even bigger, and his thrusts became more erratic.

The sounds of a wet thrusting noise sounded in the room, yet neither of the men took notice.

Akihito lifted Asami's head with both hands and kissed him, their tongues entwining.

Their foreheads touching, his voice trembled as he brought his hand to Asami's cheeks.

"I'm-I'm close. I'm going to come."

The hand wrapped around Akihito's cock also sped up.

"Ahhhh!"

Akihito arched his spine, rigid, his cum splattered across his own and Asami's stomach. At the same time, Akihito felt a warm jet of liquid released deep inside him.

Akihito laid on the bed with Asami beside him, still connected, fast asleep.

Asami slowly pulled out of Akihito. The hole, still clinging against his cock, made a wet popping noise as he pulled out, as if it didn't want the rod to leave. A gush of white liquid slowly dripped out of the red hole.

He stood up, and quietly cleaned both of them, before tucking Akihito in bed.

Then, he picked up his phone, and softly closed the bedroom door.

Several men in white shirts stood in a wide circle in the basement. Above them, a naked bulb shone harshly at the bloody man sitting in the middle.

He was topless, only wearing a tattered tracksuit bottom. He hung his head limply, chin against his chest. If it weren't for the restraints holding his hand behind the back of the chair, he would surely would had slid onto the ground by now.

The only sound was a faint wheezing noise made from the man's chest.

Everything was still. The men didn't move an inch. The bloody man knew they were waiting for their boss to come.

With a cold click, the door above the staircase opened. In one fluid motion, the men all stood against the walls, forming a path between the stairs and to the bounded man.

The man made a strange gurgling noise in the back of his throat, and lifted his head, his swollen eyes widened in terror. The fear radiating off him were almost palpable.

Then, almost noiselessly, the lock turned with a soft click. The sound made the man's heart plunge into his stomach.

He sat up straighter and leaned backwards, trying to get away as far as he possibly could.

The clipping sound of hard shoe heels were drowned out by the blood thumping in his ears. The owner will no doubt become his grim reaper if he doesn't escape somehow.

Then, he saw that man.

Most people in the underworld had heard of the name, 'Asami Ryuichi' before, and describes him as beautiful, yet the word 'beautiful' does not do him justice.

There was something about him that was so striking, so perfect, that made him seem more like a celestial being than a human, yet, there was something so cold about him. It wasn't his expression. There was nothing shown on his face, yet the aura he emitted was enough for one's inside turn to ice.

There were two other men flanked on either side of him. A sharp glasses man on his right, and a giant blond man on his left.

As he entered, the men originally in the cellar all bowed to him.

One of the men lined up against the wall walked up to Asami. "Asami-sama, here are the objects that we retrieved from his place."

He held up a silver tray that held a worn out wallet, a key, and a photo.

Asami picked up the wallet and opened it. The black card bearing his name was in there.

Asami held up the wallet questionably.

"T-that's... I-I... I was low on ca-cash... I'm really sorry! I-I'm just a lowly pickpocket. I just picked him on random. I swear I won't steal again. Please, you got to believe me!"

Still expressionless, he simply returned the wallet onto the tray and turned around.

Taking off his jacket, he sat leisurely in the chair in front of the man and took out a cigarette. The bespectacled secretary bent down with a lighter. The end lit up a bright red, then slowly vanished, forming only ash that fluttered silently to the ground.

The man could feel an uncontrollable tremor rocking through his body.

"Asami-sama! I'm really sorry! Please! I just thought he was a regular journalist-"

He closed his mouth abruptly, chest heaving, eyes wide, but the damage was already done.

"So you know who he is." Asami drawled evenly, blowing out a thin wisp of white smoke. The smoke curled upwards, as if trying to search for a way out, before slowly dissipating.

In the whole time, Asami's eyes had never directly focused on the man, but now, the golden orb slowly met his eyes.

Like a rabbit trapped in the gaze of a tiger, he struggled not to let out a cry, yet he could not look away from those eyes. The man felt cold. The pair of golden eyes glinted with a sharpness that threatened to cut him dead right there and then.

He held up the photo languidly.

"Do you take a photo of every one of your 'victims'?

"I-" The man's eyes darted about.

"Please!" The man pleadingly searched the room, trying in vain to find any sympathy.

"Y-you can't kill me you know, the police will know." He tried to smile weakly.

"Kill you? Surely sometimes death is more preferable than living, isn't that right, Takeuchi Hiro?"

One of the men stepped forward under Asami's silent command.

Then, the first scream reverberated inside the walls.

Outside, all was quiet.