Perfect Maid - part 6
Title: Perfect Maid (6/?)
Series: Viewfinder
Pairing: Asami x Akihito
Rating: NC-17
Theme: Akihito's running late for work. Fan Fiction.
Summary: A chance encounter led Akihito to an adventure of a lifetime.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Characters belong to Yamane-sensei.. Based on the novel of Viewfinder.
Conversation and laughter flowed through the Sion Club. The room was full of elegant and influential people, along with Akihito and his finely dressed employer. The scene seemed like some TV drama to the young photographer. And just like any actors in a play, he too was fashionably dressed for the occasion.
Akihito felt self-conscious and tried to ignore the various looks of the men at the table. It's not like he had a choice in being here. He didn't really know anybody, unless he counted the man sitting across the table from him. Except, he didn't really know him that well, seeing it was only the first time they met today.
The club was really lively, and the alcohol (in which Akihito was sure he wouldn't be able to afford even if he worked his ass off), were brought to the table as the minutes passed on. The conversation flowing liberally as voices mixed with the quiet background against the rich platters of food and the occasional tappings of footsteps on the dance floor.
This club was such a magnificent place. Akihito was in awe at the richness of the decor of the entire room. It was no wonder that people paid good money to have a good time in here. Waiters in uniform served and cleared with nearly invisible precision, every course more delicious than the last. The appetizers were delicious and mouth watering, and even though he had already eaten not so long ago, he couldn't help but take a few bites.
He couldn't understand why the men who were with them, likewise his employer, didn't eat at all. They all just talked, drank and smoked. Indeed, It was such a waste. Rich snobs! He felt inelegant being the only one eating. Well, really, why waste such good food? And despite these feelings, he continued to eat.
Akihito decided to have an enjoyable afternoon. Who wouldn't be? Here he was inside a top club, and he didn't have to pay a single yen for the entrance fee to be admitted. The club was superb, and he couldn't wait to tell his two best friends, Kou and Takato, about this. He sighed, again those stares.
Why do the people keep on staring at me? Did he have a tattoo on his forehead saying he was poor or something? He was too aware of the blatant stares not only from the others but was aware of a certain black-haired gentleman, and his watchful gaze.
He really needs to stop gazing at me, Akihito thought nearly an hour later.
His employer was seated across the table opposite him, relaxing back in his chair with the graceful assurance of a lion. With the soft light burnishing his hair, he reminded him of some ancient god of Nordic myth. Or a warrior perhaps, since Akihito was coming to realize that the older man possessed a wild intensity that belied his veneer of quiet sophistication. Added to that was the fact that he was, without question, the handsomest man in the room full of beautiful creatures. Of course, given his undeniable masculine beauty, he was likely to be the handsomest man that he had ever seen in his life.
And he was looking at him, again.
Glancing down at his plate, he struggled to slow the rapid pace of his heartbeat, very much aware of his presence. He really ought to stop, Akihito thought. What was wrong with him today? Despite the incredible food, he had difficulty swallowing, knowing if he glanced up he would find the mesmerizing golden eyes upon him.
Luckily, or so he thought, Akihito didn't think anyone else in the room had noticed his employer's attention toward him. Even while the older man chatted with the man to his right and left, he had kept him in his sights, his gaze stroking over him like a sleek cat. His visual caresses sent his body a tingle, as memories of his talented tongue and glorious kisses earlier today replayed themselves in his mind.
Akihito didn't try to make any conversation with the crowd of stunning looking men at the table with them. Meeting Asami's gaze directly this time, he watched as he gave him a slow smile. Raising his glass, he took a drink, his strong throat working beneath his cravat. Akihito's mouth grew dry, his pulse pounding as Asami's tongue slid out to catch an errant drop of whiskey, the act leaving his own mouth moist and gleaming as if he'd just indulged in a heated kiss.
Akihito's cock hardened beneath the fabric of his pants. Good God, he realized, he's seducing me without so much as a touch! Dangerous. That's what he is. Far too dangerous for me, Akihito thought.
He quickly grabbed another glass from the table and drank. As he sipped his drink, ignored the perverted man and stayed silent in his seat. For once, not looking at anyone, but his eyes remained fixed down on his glass. Hiding the blush that was threatening to spill onto his cheeks.
Bastard. Did he just invite him here to seduce him today? Honestly, he was beginning to think he just might have!
"Care to introduce your companion to us, Asami_sama?" one man had bravely asked him.
Asama glanced up to find the other six men at the table waiting, expectant expressions on their faces.
"No. I suggest you keep your eyes to yourself Keichi. Leave my boy alone. Surely, you don't need me to tell you twice now, do you?" Asami spoke calmly, while he continued to watch the boy.
He noticed a slight flush on Akihito's face. His eyes slightly narrowed as he registered that the boy was probably not used to drinking.
The man nodded in compliance, and so did the others. At first, they gave a soft grunt of dissatisfaction at his reply. Nevertheless, they too, had nodded in understanding and stopped with inquiring any further about the unknown boy amidst them. Fearing the powerful figure of Asami Ryuichi, the well-known yakuza who was after all, the leader of the underworld in Japan.
Some of the staff and patrons alike also wondered who the young man was? It was a strange sight to them, to see the smile on the famously reserved, and cool face of the yakuza boss.
Asami spent the next hour sitting in the room full of these imbeciles go on and on, talking useless stuff. But decided to act lenient toward them. He did need to stay in touch with their current activities, making sure that they're doing their jobs right, on what they're supposed to be doing for him and the organization he built.
Although, a part of him wanted to just leave the socializing for another time and just spend time with Akihito. When it came down to the boy, he certainly couldn't get bored with his company. Looking at his face from time to time while the others chatted nonstop. All he knew for certain was that he'd never met anyone who had so much impact on him, or on his senses for that matter.
Akihito's cool, yet childlike attitude, amused and amazed him. That he felt really excited to be with him for hours. Also, Akihito made his blood burn like fire, leaving his body stiff and aching with need. The kind of arousal he hadn't felt since he'd been a randy youth discovering the glorious delights of lovemaking.
And it didn't escape him, that some of the people who work for him noticed it too. He smirked at the astonished and surprised looks on their faces today, when they all see him smile naturally for the first time since he had decided to become a yakuza just like his dad, seventeen years ago.
Akihito accepted a glass of whiskey from the waiter and decided that this will be his last drink. And then he would indeed leave. With or without his employer's permission. He had to go back and finish his work for the day and it was already late as he glanced at his wrist watch. He really didn't expect it to be that late. How was it that the time flew so fast?
Truth is, he already felt more than drunk. And as the evening progressed, they had moved to a new room where they had been in the bar earlier. He couldn't really understand the need for more privacy. The club was private enough, but whatever.
He couldn't drink anymore at it was, but seeing that he had taken a liking to the taste of the expensively rich drink, it had made him forget to hold on to his senses and thus unknowingly drowned himself.
Taking a swallow, he half listened to the conversation of the group of men with whom he was seated the whole time. He listened, or tried to, but the effects of the alcohol were too great. Indeed, it was beginning to have it's effect on his system, fogging his mind to anything.
He registered though, that the men were now silent. And the conversation was becoming more intense. He couldn't understand what they were discussing anymore due to his intoxicated mind. Or, why the sudden chill in the air. It had made him a bit nervous, and he wondered what was going on?
One of the men left suddenly, he was unceremoniously escorted out by the blond bodyguard he saw earlier today.
"Pardon the interruption, Asami_sama." The man wearing a thick framed glasses, leaned over his employer and discreetly whispered something in his ear.
Akihito again wondered what the hell that was about? He was a little bit lost in the moment. He did however remember the man, he was the one who hired him about a week ago. What was the man doing here? But that was the last thing he thought before he drifted unconscious.
As the men began to leave, Asami laid a gentle hand on Akihito's shoulder. The boy had fallen asleep on the table barely a few minutes ago.
Asami smiled softly and leaned forward. His hands gently caressing the boy's hair.
"Asami_sama, should I carry him out?" Kirishima asked.
"No. Its fine. Ready the car. I'm taking him home. You do know his address, right?"
"Yes. Asami_sama."
"Good." He gently lifted the boy, carried him in his arms, and walked toward the back entrance. After he had placed the boy on his lap inside the car, he ordered his driver to drive carefully so as not to wake the sleeping boy.
His body tightened of its own accord when the sleeping boy suddenly moved closer to his chest, burrowing his head onto his. Asami watched him leisurely, and leaned forward. He kissed Akihito's closed eyes softly. He wanted him, too bad he had different business to take care of tonight.
He struggled to quell his desire, his loins ached in a way that he knew proved to be a bit embarrassing, and knowing that he had showed this lack of control upset him. Almost angering him, because he had showed some weakness which he was not accustomed to doing. But it was there nevertheless, and he knew it's not likely to ever go away.
He pressed his face against Akihito's neck for deeper inhalation.
"Mine," he said tenderly. And a soft sigh escaped the boy's lips...
( Next chapter! )
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Series: Viewfinder
Pairing: Asami x Akihito
Rating: NC-17
Theme: Akihito's running late for work. Fan Fiction.
Summary: A chance encounter led Akihito to an adventure of a lifetime.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Characters belong to Yamane-sensei.. Based on the novel of Viewfinder.
Conversation and laughter flowed through the Sion Club. The room was full of elegant and influential people, along with Akihito and his finely dressed employer. The scene seemed like some TV drama to the young photographer. And just like any actors in a play, he too was fashionably dressed for the occasion.
Akihito felt self-conscious and tried to ignore the various looks of the men at the table. It's not like he had a choice in being here. He didn't really know anybody, unless he counted the man sitting across the table from him. Except, he didn't really know him that well, seeing it was only the first time they met today.
The club was really lively, and the alcohol (in which Akihito was sure he wouldn't be able to afford even if he worked his ass off), were brought to the table as the minutes passed on. The conversation flowing liberally as voices mixed with the quiet background against the rich platters of food and the occasional tappings of footsteps on the dance floor.
This club was such a magnificent place. Akihito was in awe at the richness of the decor of the entire room. It was no wonder that people paid good money to have a good time in here. Waiters in uniform served and cleared with nearly invisible precision, every course more delicious than the last. The appetizers were delicious and mouth watering, and even though he had already eaten not so long ago, he couldn't help but take a few bites.
He couldn't understand why the men who were with them, likewise his employer, didn't eat at all. They all just talked, drank and smoked. Indeed, It was such a waste. Rich snobs! He felt inelegant being the only one eating. Well, really, why waste such good food? And despite these feelings, he continued to eat.
Akihito decided to have an enjoyable afternoon. Who wouldn't be? Here he was inside a top club, and he didn't have to pay a single yen for the entrance fee to be admitted. The club was superb, and he couldn't wait to tell his two best friends, Kou and Takato, about this. He sighed, again those stares.
Why do the people keep on staring at me? Did he have a tattoo on his forehead saying he was poor or something? He was too aware of the blatant stares not only from the others but was aware of a certain black-haired gentleman, and his watchful gaze.
He really needs to stop gazing at me, Akihito thought nearly an hour later.
His employer was seated across the table opposite him, relaxing back in his chair with the graceful assurance of a lion. With the soft light burnishing his hair, he reminded him of some ancient god of Nordic myth. Or a warrior perhaps, since Akihito was coming to realize that the older man possessed a wild intensity that belied his veneer of quiet sophistication. Added to that was the fact that he was, without question, the handsomest man in the room full of beautiful creatures. Of course, given his undeniable masculine beauty, he was likely to be the handsomest man that he had ever seen in his life.
And he was looking at him, again.
Glancing down at his plate, he struggled to slow the rapid pace of his heartbeat, very much aware of his presence. He really ought to stop, Akihito thought. What was wrong with him today? Despite the incredible food, he had difficulty swallowing, knowing if he glanced up he would find the mesmerizing golden eyes upon him.
Luckily, or so he thought, Akihito didn't think anyone else in the room had noticed his employer's attention toward him. Even while the older man chatted with the man to his right and left, he had kept him in his sights, his gaze stroking over him like a sleek cat. His visual caresses sent his body a tingle, as memories of his talented tongue and glorious kisses earlier today replayed themselves in his mind.
Akihito didn't try to make any conversation with the crowd of stunning looking men at the table with them. Meeting Asami's gaze directly this time, he watched as he gave him a slow smile. Raising his glass, he took a drink, his strong throat working beneath his cravat. Akihito's mouth grew dry, his pulse pounding as Asami's tongue slid out to catch an errant drop of whiskey, the act leaving his own mouth moist and gleaming as if he'd just indulged in a heated kiss.
Akihito's cock hardened beneath the fabric of his pants. Good God, he realized, he's seducing me without so much as a touch! Dangerous. That's what he is. Far too dangerous for me, Akihito thought.
He quickly grabbed another glass from the table and drank. As he sipped his drink, ignored the perverted man and stayed silent in his seat. For once, not looking at anyone, but his eyes remained fixed down on his glass. Hiding the blush that was threatening to spill onto his cheeks.
Bastard. Did he just invite him here to seduce him today? Honestly, he was beginning to think he just might have!
"Care to introduce your companion to us, Asami_sama?" one man had bravely asked him.
Asama glanced up to find the other six men at the table waiting, expectant expressions on their faces.
"No. I suggest you keep your eyes to yourself Keichi. Leave my boy alone. Surely, you don't need me to tell you twice now, do you?" Asami spoke calmly, while he continued to watch the boy.
He noticed a slight flush on Akihito's face. His eyes slightly narrowed as he registered that the boy was probably not used to drinking.
The man nodded in compliance, and so did the others. At first, they gave a soft grunt of dissatisfaction at his reply. Nevertheless, they too, had nodded in understanding and stopped with inquiring any further about the unknown boy amidst them. Fearing the powerful figure of Asami Ryuichi, the well-known yakuza who was after all, the leader of the underworld in Japan.
Some of the staff and patrons alike also wondered who the young man was? It was a strange sight to them, to see the smile on the famously reserved, and cool face of the yakuza boss.
Asami spent the next hour sitting in the room full of these imbeciles go on and on, talking useless stuff. But decided to act lenient toward them. He did need to stay in touch with their current activities, making sure that they're doing their jobs right, on what they're supposed to be doing for him and the organization he built.
Although, a part of him wanted to just leave the socializing for another time and just spend time with Akihito. When it came down to the boy, he certainly couldn't get bored with his company. Looking at his face from time to time while the others chatted nonstop. All he knew for certain was that he'd never met anyone who had so much impact on him, or on his senses for that matter.
Akihito's cool, yet childlike attitude, amused and amazed him. That he felt really excited to be with him for hours. Also, Akihito made his blood burn like fire, leaving his body stiff and aching with need. The kind of arousal he hadn't felt since he'd been a randy youth discovering the glorious delights of lovemaking.
And it didn't escape him, that some of the people who work for him noticed it too. He smirked at the astonished and surprised looks on their faces today, when they all see him smile naturally for the first time since he had decided to become a yakuza just like his dad, seventeen years ago.
Akihito accepted a glass of whiskey from the waiter and decided that this will be his last drink. And then he would indeed leave. With or without his employer's permission. He had to go back and finish his work for the day and it was already late as he glanced at his wrist watch. He really didn't expect it to be that late. How was it that the time flew so fast?
Truth is, he already felt more than drunk. And as the evening progressed, they had moved to a new room where they had been in the bar earlier. He couldn't really understand the need for more privacy. The club was private enough, but whatever.
He couldn't drink anymore at it was, but seeing that he had taken a liking to the taste of the expensively rich drink, it had made him forget to hold on to his senses and thus unknowingly drowned himself.
Taking a swallow, he half listened to the conversation of the group of men with whom he was seated the whole time. He listened, or tried to, but the effects of the alcohol were too great. Indeed, it was beginning to have it's effect on his system, fogging his mind to anything.
He registered though, that the men were now silent. And the conversation was becoming more intense. He couldn't understand what they were discussing anymore due to his intoxicated mind. Or, why the sudden chill in the air. It had made him a bit nervous, and he wondered what was going on?
One of the men left suddenly, he was unceremoniously escorted out by the blond bodyguard he saw earlier today.
"Pardon the interruption, Asami_sama." The man wearing a thick framed glasses, leaned over his employer and discreetly whispered something in his ear.
Akihito again wondered what the hell that was about? He was a little bit lost in the moment. He did however remember the man, he was the one who hired him about a week ago. What was the man doing here? But that was the last thing he thought before he drifted unconscious.
As the men began to leave, Asami laid a gentle hand on Akihito's shoulder. The boy had fallen asleep on the table barely a few minutes ago.
Asami smiled softly and leaned forward. His hands gently caressing the boy's hair.
"Asami_sama, should I carry him out?" Kirishima asked.
"No. Its fine. Ready the car. I'm taking him home. You do know his address, right?"
"Yes. Asami_sama."
"Good." He gently lifted the boy, carried him in his arms, and walked toward the back entrance. After he had placed the boy on his lap inside the car, he ordered his driver to drive carefully so as not to wake the sleeping boy.
His body tightened of its own accord when the sleeping boy suddenly moved closer to his chest, burrowing his head onto his. Asami watched him leisurely, and leaned forward. He kissed Akihito's closed eyes softly. He wanted him, too bad he had different business to take care of tonight.
He struggled to quell his desire, his loins ached in a way that he knew proved to be a bit embarrassing, and knowing that he had showed this lack of control upset him. Almost angering him, because he had showed some weakness which he was not accustomed to doing. But it was there nevertheless, and he knew it's not likely to ever go away.
He pressed his face against Akihito's neck for deeper inhalation.
"Mine," he said tenderly. And a soft sigh escaped the boy's lips...
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