Warnings: Swearing, mild violence, mild Yaoi.
The next morning...
"Ah! A-no! No Asami p-please n-h-ah! AHH!"
Akihito, exhausted. Screams hoarsely as he comes into Asami's mouth, the man not having left the poor boy alone almost at all since they got in last night and then again since they had woken after a short nap this morning. Asami's young ally cat is so freaking tired right now and he swears his body is going to break clean in two! Although, even then the chances of Asami stopping are slim to none -
On the contrary, Akihito thinks: that'll only encourage the perverted bastard even more!
The utterly spent photographer lays there in the crumpled, semen stained sheets, panting and eyes drooping closed, his body downright refusing to obey him as he reluctantly falls into a another light slumber. Asami chuckles, feeling (yeah a tad bit dirty) but refreshed none the less after innumerable orgasms over the past nine hours.
Having already swallowed down Akihito's come, he lays kisses over Akihito's bare stomach before covering the now snoring boy up with the sheets and getting up to have a shower.
He's got a busy day ahead of him after all.
He washes, brushes his teeth, dresses and drinks a large mug of black coffee all in record time, even slotting in a quick smooch with a grumbly Akihito before heading down to meet Kirishima, who already awaits his arrival at the limo.
To head to the docks.
On arrival to the nondescript, waterside warehouse the raven haired, golden eyed man nods to his men, entering silently and observing the shocking and macabre scene before him...
A shiver of delight runs down his spine.
Two frightened, wounded and crumpled figures struggle in their bonds as they sit, tied to rigid wooden chairs with rough, blood stained ropes around them. They whimper muffled, distraught and pathetic noises that makes Asami smile.
Serves them right.
He comes to a stop and finishes the cigarette that he had been smoking, savouring - and flicks it onto the cold concrete floor, leaving it for the clean up crew later. The man removes his suit jacket, leisurely, folding it with a graceful ease and laying it on the cloth covered table.
Beside the gleaming and jagged blades.
He turns to his prey and relaxes his pose, absentmindedly running a finger along the thick hilt of a hunters knife.
"Kirishima. Do you have a pen and paper to hand?"
"Good. Take note..."
He walks now, circling the wide eyed victims of folly. The Takanouchi's. Dictating to Kirishima who takes note silently and efficiently...
"…Jiyūminshutō….Minshutō...Nippon Ishin no Kai.…Kōmeitō...Minna no Tō...Nihon Kyōsantō...Seikatsu no Tō….Shakaiminshutō. How many is that?"
Asami stops walking as he comes to a stop before the barely recognisable figures, their faces bruised and swollen.
"Takanouchi-san as you've just heard, I'll be dividing you up into eight and sending those pieces to the diet as a friendly reminder, to not, challenge me again. I'll wipe out every last one of you if I need to."
The father and daughter can't help but let out muted, incoherent cries of horror as they stare at Asami, the man now looking back to the table to pick up a medium sized hacksaw.
They know it's too late. Far too late for further words or reason.
Slow and steady foot steps echo off of the corrugated steel walls and roof as Asami bares down on the miserable, worthless animals.
"Hn. I thank you, Takenouchi-san. For your cooperation..."
The fridge slams shut, Akihito having to close the door awkwardly with a hip as his hands are full with beer and garlic and chive dip. It's take-out pizza night.
Well, home delivery pizza night anyway.
Originally, it was supposed to be Kamo nanban night but thanks to a certain-fucking-someone, Akihito couldn't make it out of bed until three-fucking-PM and since then, he's been pottering round the house (yes, 'pottering' being the correct term as his ass really does feel like it's been split in two!) Eventually (even after taking two doses of painkillers and feeling no better) he had given up on the idea of going to work, seeing friends or even shopping for the dinner ingredients and opted to stay in instead. Figuring it's OK every once in a while.
His stomach rumbles away and the photographer breathes deeply, smelling the tantalising aroma of the pancetta and herbs coming from the mouth wateringly large, freshly prepared pizza on the dining table and says a little prayer. Asami had just text to say he's on his way home but seriously, if it's not in the next thirty or so seconds, Akihito is gonna have to eat a cheeky slice without him!
Right on cue, as if the panther-like man had heard him, Asami enters the penthouse and looses his shoes, his jacket and tie following suit as soon as he enters the living room and smiles wickedly at Akihito, when he spots the boy lingering by the table.
"How many have you had?"
He asks as he undoes the top two buttons of his shirt, ready for a quick pre-dinner shower.
"Eh? None! What do you take me for?!"
Asami chuckles, he had half expected to arrive home and be greeted with the sight of mozzarella and tomato sauce smeared around a guilty looking Akihito's mouth. Hey, speaking of things being smeared around mouths -
"You aren't going to greet me properly?"
Not at all satisfied with the sarcastically huffed out welcome, Asami motions the boy over to him making Akihito laugh and he swears he can hear the kids stomach rumble from where he is, four metres away. Akihito eventually makes his way over to the man and smiles another "Okaeri" before being taken into a heated kiss, his arms around Asami's neck and their bodies pressed together as Akihito has no choice but to stand on his tip-toes.
The crime lord loves to watch his delicious little lover's innocent reactions and cracks an eye open, instantly aroused upon seeing the blush covered cheeks and lone trail of saliva making it's way down the boys chin as he moans into the kiss. He cradles Akihito's head in a hand, the other on his waist so he can hold that slim, lithe body close and out of the corner of his eye he sees the tiniest, faintest drop of blood that has made it's way (somehow) onto his sleeve.
A wave of fierce satisfaction hits the newly reinstated top-dog and sends a jolt of arousal straight to his cock.
Pizza's still good cold right?
The man laughs, now making Akihito crack open a curious eye as he wonders whether this guy has finally cracked, but Asami just holds his boy that little bit closer, merely happy with the simple fact that the Takenouchi's will never bother them again.