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Author's Note: I have to tell you I had sooo much fun writing this chapter. I wanted to do salsa dancing but changed it and decided on something else. So I'm sorry I changed it. I'm not too familiar with any kind of Spanish dancing so I went looking and found….*drum roll*…Bachata Dancing. I found out that it's the most sensual dancing ever existed and looked it up on YouTube. And let me tell you I was all sorts of hot and bothered. But when I started thinking about Asami and Akihito…OMG…OMFG! *hyperventilating* ….It's getting awfully hot in here.

Akihito watched the man leading him on to the dance floor. Following behind him, he could see the physic of the man and realized the word physical fit did not do him any justice. The aura and presence the man commanded was something else. He was once again reminded of the overwhelming feeling of danger radiating off this stranger. He had placed his hand in the others with a sense of foreboding.

When the man called Asami had grasped his smaller one into his bigger one, Akihito almost felt as if he had given up his freedom, picturing a small bird locked in a cage, only he was the small bird. Outside stalking the cage was a big black sleek panther coiled with so much power watching the small bird with intense interest. He shuddered at the thought involuntarily causing Asami-san to turn, giving him an amused look.

Asami watched the punk with subtle irritation. It was time to teach this street rat a lesson. He had no idea how this brat got in. Usually Suoh had the other guards informed of such punks entering the club. Looking over at one of the staff members he signaled him over. Bending his head, he whispered orders to the staff and nodded him off. Looking down at the brat he wondered absentmindedly if he'll make it in time to the warehouse. Kirishima always had something up his sleeve; either it was more reports or another meeting. He just wanted to get this night over with. He had no time to play with brats.

Akihito watched the man suspiciously, "What is going on?" The staff member had made his way over to the DJ stand and was whispering something to him.

"Hmm? Oh I thought I would just change the music a little to match our new dance," Asami said watching as the brats eyes narrowed at him.

"What new dance?" Akihito did not trust this man. Something was not right. "What's wrong with salsa? Or are you backing out?"

Asami raised a manicured brow in amusement, "On the contrary I thought it was a bit bland. Bachata dancing on the other hand seems a bit more exciting. So do you think you can still keep up with me? Or we can waltz if you prefer something…less physical." That'll teach the punk not to mess with him. He watched as the boy paled, then a myriad of emotions flickered across his feature leaving a slightly pinkish hue to his cheekbones. Hmmm… that's interesting.

Hmph. So this man thought he couldn't keep up. Well, he'll show him. The only problem Akihito had was the female steps in Bachata. His sister, Makota, had taken classes before and had asked him to help. Akihito had firmly refused stating he couldn't be her partner for several reasons. She had blackmailed him with his porn collection saying that she'd let their mother know about his secret stash. Aki had vehemently denied it stating that the collection belonged to Kou.

She was heedless to his protests, so he'd give in. He realized too late in how intimate the dance was but his sister had smacked him really hard in the back of his head and told him to concentrate or he'd pull a muscle and he wouldn't be able to walk for a week. The female dancer had a lot of work to do, not that the male dancer didn't have his fair share, but the female dancer had double the movements with hip movements, dips, and spins.

He wondered if he could pull it off. Looking up he saw the shit eating grin on the bastards face and decided this was one challenge he was not back out of. Hmph…we'll see won't we. "Are you ready to eat your words," he said it as sweetly as he could and as mockingly.

Asami stared down at the punk and smirked, "Why Aki-chan, are you that desperate to have my hands on you?"

Akihito blushed furiously and stammered, "N-No I'm not! I just …" He glared at the man when he saw the amused look he was giving him. "Hmph." Turning away, he snatched his hand back from the man and took a deep breath, closing his eyes. The man was just trying to mess with him. He needed to concentrate and get into the zone. He took a few more deep breaths, waiting for the music to began, before he turned focus eyes back to man. He will win this challenge. Definitely.

Asami observed the focused look in the boy's eyes with such fiery intent in them. He realized the brat had become serious. The look in the brats eye's stirred something in him.

The music started and Asami reached for the boy pulling him close. Hmm…let's play a game. "How far do you think you can go Aki-chan? Or should I say Aki-kun? Hmm?"

Asami's big hands held him steady as he stumbled, shocked at what the man said. "Wh-what do you mean?" Glancing up nervously Akihito gasped. He stepped back instinctively as he saw the cold anger in the man's eyes only to find he was locked in the man's strong steal arms.

He struggled to step out of the bastard's reach but he wouldn't let go pulling him even closer. One of his big hands splayed on his back holding him in place another holding their arms out. He had bend, moving their cheeks closer so that they were touching as the man's warm breath caressed his ears and whispered. "Do you not want to continue your charade? You came in here thinking you can get away with whatever it is you and your companions planned. But you are not going to get away that easily."

Their hips were locked together as Akihito was short his hips were lower than Asami's with him riding the leg that was between his own. "Do you think you can walk away now? I thought you were going to make me eat my words?"

The bastard was mocking him! What gall! Aki was pissed. Well he had no idea who he was dealing with. Turning his slightly he whispered seductively into the man's ear."Since you knew why didn't you turn down the dance? Unless… you're into this kind of thing," he punctuated it with a twist of his hips against the older man. Moving closer with his dance steps in mind he continued to twist his hips against the older man, moving into and away from him.

Asami growled, "Don't play with fire punk. You might get burned." He spun the brat around facing him away from him, bringing his back flush with his stomach, their hips moving in sync with each other, his hands holding the kids hip to his. He pushed his hip forward like a snake moving up and down with the brat. He leaned over and whispered back in the brat's ear, "Didn't your mother ever teach you not to play with fire?"

Before Aki could retort back he was spun around again. This time, a full 360 and another 180, and was brought back face to face with the bastard. He smirked as they moved in step with the music. Cheek to cheek, he whispered back, "I love playing with fire." He was dipped with their hips still flushed together when Aki wrapped one of his legs around Asami's waist, forcing the man to hold his thigh. He grinned up at him with fire in his eyes.

Asami's lips twitched as he saw that fiery gaze fixed on him. He pulled the brat back up. So he wanted to play with fire. Then let's play.

He slides his hand back up the brat's thigh to his hip pulling their hips flush. He leaned his forehead down touching against the brat's forehead, getting a waft of the boy's sweet scent.

Golden eyes looked down into hazel eyes that refuse to back down.

The brat was wearing a dress that was backless that dipped low, just barely stopping over the top of a very round and shapely ass. Two slits went down the sides stopping very high up on the brats also shapely, creamy white thighs. When that brat had wrapped his leg around his waist, he had seen a garter belt that caused things to stir deep down inside. Asami was a busy man so when he found the time to, he would play with a man of his interest. This young man was nowhere near his type but he was quickly beginning to be.

Asami placed his hand strategically low on the boy's back where he knew women to have a sensitive spot and wondered if it will work. He brushed his thumb over the sensitive spot while moving his leg between the brat's legs, letting his bigger thigh rub against the boy's inner thighs. He watched as hazel eyes widen in surprise and a small gasp escaped a delectable looking bow shaped lips. He smirked turning his head he whispered low and seductively, "You will burn little brat."

I'm so sorry this was cut so short, I tried to get it out earlier but you know how it is to write something that you can picture in your brain!? I just can find the words or write fast enough before the image disappears and a new one take's it's place. I want to say Thank you sooo much to those of you who wrote reviews and Fav./Follow my stories. I look forward to reviews cause its you guys that keeps me goin. So Thank You!