Late Winter 2008

"Stop! Asami-san!"

"For the last fucking time!" Akihito yelled behind him, looking over his shoulder at the two guards in pursuit. "It's Takaba! Ta-ka-ba! I never agreed to take the asshole's name!" Directing his attention back to his front, Akihito increased his speed, slamming his feet into the ground to push off harder, allowing him to run faster and hopefully loose the men.

His breathing grew louder as he kept going, turning here and hopping this fence there. He finally skidded to a halt to dash into an alley, sliding to hide behind some trash cans. He dropped to his stomach, palms down, head low. Within minutes he heard the footfalls of two bulky men, racing towards and then past the alley.

Success.

Grinning, Akihito waited a minute or two before sitting up. He let out a deep breath – really, the goons were getting faster. No doubt because of the new work out Asami now required from his men. Who the hell makes their employees go to the gym to run an extra hour a day, anyway? Then again, Asami probably threatened on pain of death.

After all, the bastard was starting to get very annoyed by how easily Akihito could dodge his guards.

Smiling as he imagined how pissed Asami would be this time, Akihito rose to his feet, dusting off the dirt from his pants. He grimaced as the soil only smeared, ruining his jeans. Sighing, Aki merely shook his head and made to leave the alley-

Only to find himself face to face with Asami.

Damn.

He immediately tried to jump back, but Asami was ready, his hand shooting out and grabbing the boy's wrist.

"Akihito." The word came out as a deep rumble. There was no humor in his voice.

"Uh, hey, um…" Akihito let out a nervous laugh. "You know, my guards are just around the corn-"

"You ran away from them. Again." Yanking Akihito forward, Asami grabbed the front of his ratty t-shirt and lifted him up so they were eye to eye, Aki's feet barely dragging the ground. "What did I just pound into your head last night about this very subject?"

Akihito snorted. "It wasn't my head you were-"

"Asami." His no-nonsense tone, let alone the use of the name, made Akihito gulp.

"N-not to leave their side…"

"Exactly." Asami lowered Akihito back to the ground, watching as a sheepish grin overtook the brat's face. Huh. The boy was dreaming if he thought he was getting off that easily. "But it seems I need to go over that lesson again."

"Wha-"

"I can either put you over my shoulder and keep you there, standing on the sidewalk among hundreds of people while we wait for the limo, or you can attempt to be a good boy and hold my hand."

Akihito scowled. "I'm not a kid-"

"Only children run off and manage to get themselves covered in filth," Asami frowned, nodding at Akihito's pants.

"Damn it, Asami-"

"Carried it is, then." Asami made to grab Akihito under the arms, no doubt to lift him up.

"N-no!" Akihito yelped, frantically trying to move out of Asami's reach.

"Then you have to hold my hand." Asami crossed his arms, leaving Akihito to make the move.

"Why? Can't we just stand next to each other?" Akihito pleaded, realizing just how serious his lover was.

"No," Asami said simply. "I can't trust you not to take off again."

"But I-"

Asami glared at him, holding up three fingers. After a moment he curled one in, leaving only two fingers up, then one finger-

"Fine!" Akihito huffed, thrusting his hand out toward Asami.

Smirking, Asami firmly took Akihito's hand, not even holding it like a lover would with fingers intertwined but as a parent would a child, gripping the hand as if he really expected Aki to make a break for it.

"Good boy. Maybe we'll stop for ice cream on the way home."

Akihito didn't know what was worse – the way Asami was treating him, or the fact that ice cream sounded appealing when it obviously shouldn't.

Turning, Asami led Akihito out of the alley to the street, the limo obediently waiting on the curb.

"Thought you said we'd have to wait on the car?" Akihito muttered, wanting so badly to point out any flaw in Asami and make himself feel better – even if the best he could do was mock Asami's sense of time.

"Come now, Akihito – you know I needn't wait for anything. And you wouldn't either, if you'd start behaving like a good little boy."

Akihito frowned, glaring at nothing as Asami opened the door and motioned for Aki to slide in. Akihito tried to get in quickly, but was apparently too slow as Asami was able to smack his ass when he bent to get in the vehicle.

"Bastard."

"Brat," Asami smirked.

Akihito rolled his eyes, but fled to the other end of the car nonetheless.

Once Asami himself was inside and seated, he gave Akihito the look. Narrowing his eyes, Akihito boldly crossed his legs in answer.

"And here I thought a wife was supposed to keep her legs spread for her husband?" Asami raised an eyebrow.

"Weren't you just calling me a brat?" Akihito hissed.

Asami shrugged. "You're one to talk. You call me many things, sometimes everything in just under a few minutes."

"That reminds me," Akihito's eyes flashed. "Why the hell do your guards call me 'Asami'? They used to call me 'brat' or at least 'Akihito', but now all they can say is your fucking name."

"Last time I checked, that name was added to yours two years ago. Don't tell me you've forgotten the wedding?"

"As if I could forget that embarrassment," Akihito blushed in spite of himself. The surprise ceremony was bad enough, but the sudden excuse to have sex for a month, nonstop, had nearly killed him. "You know what I mean – why are they only calling me by my last name?"

"I ordered them to."

"The hell?"

"I like the sound of it," Asami smiled, his eyes shining in possessive content. "Now come here. Unless you'd like to be best friends with the bed for a week again…?"

Akihito couldn't move fast enough.

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