A/N: And now for the conclusion of the short story, where once again my perverted mind found room to fit a semi naked Asami *insert evil laughter*

Happy readings everyone! :)

Trouble

PART III

Akihito wasn't exactly aware how long it took him to regain back his consciousness, but he figured several minutes had passed because when he finally came around, he could already hear Kou and Takato in the middle of a conversation with Asami.

Well, 'conversation' was probably not the correct term.

Kou and Takato seemed to be been doing most of the talking, and from his spot lying down on the living room's sofa Akihito got the gist of what they were saying: to put it simply, they were apologizing their asses off.

"We're terribly sorry. Really, really, we really are!" He heard Takato say for what he imagined was not the first time. "We didn't mean to make a mess of your home. We promise we'll pay you back for the lampshade and the vase."

"Please don't blame Akihito for this." Kou also said. "I forced him into this arrangement. Seriously. I did! Believe me."

Great! Now his best friends were taking the blame for him. As if Akihito needed to feel even guiltier about the situation than he already did…

He could also hear the others' hushed voices coming from the hallway, which at least meant that Asami hadn't thrown anyone out,... for now.

As if on cue, he heard the older man exhale sharply. "No one is blaming anyone here... Look, we'll do things this way: My limo is still downstairs. I'll give word to the driver to take you all to a nightclub in Azabu. You can continue your party there. There's no point in ruining your bachelor's party. And you don't have to worry about expenses. I own the club."

"O-Oh, there is no way I could possibly accept-" Kou immediately started saying, though Akihito figured Asami was swift to give him one of his usual don't-mess-with-me type of looks because Kou quickly ended up thanking him for the offer.

"W-What about Akihito?" Takato asked, somewhat fearful. "C-Can he come as well?"

"Oh, I think Takaba had enough partying for one night. It's best if he stays here." Asami answered, his icy tone giving Akihito cold sweats.

/-/-/-/-/-/-/

It wasn't long before the two of them were left alone in the apartment.

As Asami came back from the hallway after escorting his friends out, Akihito sat upright on the sofa preparing himself for the worse.

As soon as the older man crossed the living room's threshold, their eyes met and Akihito knew that he was in deep trouble.

It didn't stop him from trying to turn the situation around though...

"Sooo, Asami, how was your trip? You came back earlier." Akihito started, painfully aware that his intention to divert the other's attention would fail miserably. "How was Hong Kong? And Feilong, did your meeting with him go well?" He kept asking nonetheless, as the older man drew dangerously closer to him. "…And Tao? Did you see him? I bet he's pretty big by no-"

He stopped at that point because that was when Asami reached him, his eyes narrowing down to slits.

Akihito gulped, feeling a chill go down his spine.

"The meeting went well." Asami said calmly, despite the evil gleam on his eyes. "Tao says Hi…. Feilong too. He complained you still haven't replied to his e-mails though."

A nervous laugh escaped Akihito's lips. "Did he? What a joker." He said, attempting to focus his vision.

"Damn, I'm still seeing double." He thought, desperately trying to figure out which one of the two Asami's he was seeing in front of him at that moment was the real one.

The only thing worse than seeing one pissed off Asami, was seeing TWO pissed off Asamis at the same time, after all.

"I would have stayed in Hong Kong a while longer, but I got a very interesting phone call from one of my bodyguards." Asami continued, his voice reeking with sarcasm.

Akihito smiled innocently. "Really? !"

"Yes, you see, apparently while I was away, you decided to turn my apartment into a strip club." The older man said between clenched teeth.

"What? ! A strip club? !" Akihito repeated out loud incredulously, which turned out to be a very bad idea, because his head immediately started throbbing.

He quickly brought both hands up to hold his head, moaning from the sudden jolts of pain he felt.

"…Are you still drunk, you moron?" He heard Asami ask after a few moments, making him turn his eyes back on the older man while still looking clearly disoriented, courtesy of the sudden headache.

"Yes…I mean, No!…I mean, perhaps… Maybe a little bit?"

That ended up being Akihito's death sentence.

He heard Asami hiss under his breath, but before he had the chance to say anything else, he found himself being dragged by the arm across the living room, passed the hallway and Asami's bedroom, right into the master bathroom.

Asami only loosened his grip on him when he had him directly under the shower head, turning the cold water on before Akihito could even think about escaping.

"What the HELL are you doing, Asami?" Akihito yelled at him, as the cold water hit his head. "The water's freezing!"

"I'm trying to sober you up, you brat!" The older man yelled back, holding him in place.

"You're gonna get yourself wet too. Get out of the way!"

"No!"

"Damn it, Asami!... I'm sorry I didn't tell you anything about the bachelor's party, ok? It was wrong of me. I know it. I promise I'll never do it again! Now please let me get out of the shower." Akihito pleaded, though his words didn't seem to have any positive effect on the other man.

If anything, they ended up having the opposite effect, because Asami, which shirt was already pretty soaking wet from holding Akihito in place, suddenly stepped inside the shower as well.

Baffled by his action, Akihito could only stare in silence as Asami quickly took off his wet shirt, discarding it on the bathroom floor.

Before the younger man had a chance to make any sound, Asami grabbed the bottom of Akihito's own soaked t-shirt, easily pulling it over his head.

"A-Asami? !" Akihito asked confused, seeing the older man slowly lean into him.

"Where did they touch you?" Asami asked, his voice low yet demanding.

"Huh? !"

"Where did they touch you?"

"W-Who are you talking about? Who are they?"

"Those women! Where did they touch you?"

"What? !" Akihito looked at Asami as if the older man had suddenly gone mental. "Who cares where they touched me? !"

"Akihito!" Asami warned, his voice dead serious.

"I-I don't remember, ok?... My arms?" He threw in by chance. He really didn't understand what was up with Asami all of a sudden.

And he got even more confused when Asami suddenly lowered his head and planted a kiss on both of his arms.

"Where else?" He asked again, locking eyes with Akihito; his gaze still intense.

"Asami, come on... Stop it… It was no big deal."

"Where else?" The older man demanded, pushing Akihito against the shower's wall with his own body.

"I don't know. My… neck I guess?" Akihito finally said, unable to stop himself from blushing as Asami lowered his face to it, leaving a trail of kisses from his collarbone up to his chin.

"Don't let anyone else touch your body except for me, Akihito." Asami warned, before moving upwards to kiss him on the lips.

Akihito didn't know what to think anymore. Could it be true? Was the great Asami Ryuuichi jealous of the scene he'd witnessed in the living room between him and the exotic dancers?

Was that what he was mad about?

"H-Hey, w-wait a minute." Akihito mumbled against Asami's mouth. "A-Aren't you angry because of the party?"

Asami broke the kiss, as he suddenly remembered the chaotic state of his living room, cringing as he recalled seeing the remains of the one of a kind antique roman vase he had bought at a Sotheby's auction just two months prior.

...Akihito couldn't help but grimace as Asami turned his attention back on him, sporting an evil grin.

"Oh, don't worry. I'll find a way to make you pay for the party..." He said, before bending down to kiss him again.

(The following morning)

Akihito brought a hand to his lower back massaging it lightly, while giving Asami a dirty look as he sat opposite to him on the breakfast table.

Oh, Asami had made him pay for the party, alright! He'd made him pay for it all freakin' night long!

Akihito was amazed the man still had any energy left in him after what he'd made him go through for the last 6 hours.

Just the thought of the amount of times that they had had sex that night made Akihito wince in pain. He was amazed he was able to walk straight.

The fact alone that he had had sufficient energy on his limbs to get dressed for work that morning, was in itself baffling to him.

But how on earth would he manage to get through the two photo-shoots he had scheduled for that day, was something Akihito still needed to figure out.

"Is there anything you'd like to tell me?" Asami asked him, looking up from his newspaper at Akihito's unamused expression.

"Nothing..." The younger man retorted between clenched teeth, his anger increasing as he saw Asami's poorly concealed smile.

"I'm going to grab some coffee from the kitchen." The older man said, getting up from his chair. "Do you want some too?"

"Sure." Akihito answered as he walked away, trying his best to control his anger.

He was already plotting ways in which he could get his revenge from Asami, when the other man's stern voice suddenly reached him, coming from the kitchen.

"Takaba! ! "

Akihito grew pale as a ghost. It had just crossed his mind that Asami hadn't seen the kitchen yet… and with it the remnants of the small fire his friend had caused the previous night… Darn!

"Why the hell is one of the kitchen walls all blackened out, Takaba? !"

Akihito was on his feet before Asami had finished the question.

He quickly grabbed his backpack and called on all his remaining strength to sprint out of the apartment as fast as his legs would allow him.

"Sorry, don't have time to explain right now. Gotta get to work! See ya later!" He yelled just before shutting the front door behind him with a loud bang.

As he sprinted down the outside corridor, Akihito secretly wondered if Kou or Takato wouldn't mind letting him stay at their house for the next couple of decades...

The End

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