Negotiations

Disclaimer: All characters etc. belong to Yamane Ayano. This is a work of fiction done for fun.

Negotiations

Part III

By: shad0wg8

Akihito tossed his head to the side and mumbled groggily, arching into the pleasant sensations caressing his body. He was still half asleep, when a none-too-gentle bite brought him fully back to consciousness. Something was wrong, very wrong. His body tensed up in fear as he realized he was completely blind and tied down. He tested the bindings and was disturbed to find himself tied spread eagle to what he assumed was a bed.

“A-” he paused, swallowing as his voice cracked. “Asami?”

He was answered with silence as something soft brushed against his bare thigh and trailed upwards, skirting his half stiff member just barely. The photographer whimpered as a pair of fingertips slid along his bottom lip. He parted his lips reluctantly as pressure was applied and instantly regretted it as a ball gag was shoved roughly into his mouth and secured behind his head. The blindfold covering his eyes was ripped off and he blinked rapidly to clear the spots dancing in his vision. The first thing he saw once his sight cleared was a smug Asami looming over him.

“I’m going to talk, and you are going to listen,” Asami explained, tapping the gag for emphasis. “Do you understand?”

Akihito nodded uncertainly. Why did he have to be bound and gagged to listen?

Asami brought one hand up to curl around the boy’s hip and leaned in closer. He nodded in satisfaction and continued on.

“You’ve been pushing your limits a little too much lately, pet.”

Akihito bristled at the use of that word. His hands curled into fists as he ground his teeth into the gag. Asami’s lips twitched into something resembling a smile at the predictable reaction.

“It seems I need to remind you of your place.”

Something glinted in the blonde’s peripheral vision and he blinked as it was brought before his eyes. Asami held a smooth band of metal about a fourth of an inch thick between his thumb and forefinger. An unpleasant feeling bubbled up in Akihito’s stomach as Asami grinned at him. There was a soft click and the band parted into two pieces.

“Naughty little boys have to be collared and disciplined,” Asami murmured, mischief glinting in his flaxen eyes as he secured the metal band around his squirming boy’s neck.

Akihito thrashed and strained, desperately trying to loosen his bindings. Discipline meant punishment, which meant a sore ass among other things. The lesson he’d had to endure in the car had been more than enough for one day. He wanted to scream and shout at the arrogant bastard looking down on him, but was prevented from doing so by the gag. He settled for a wordless cry of fury and a glare that would have burned a hole straight through any normal man.

Asami let the boy wear himself out, watching the lithe body twist and strain against the mattress.

“What would you like to work on first?” He purred as the boy finally stilled from fatigue, his chest heaving. The blindfold was slipped back over his eyes as Asami leaned in, nipping his ear. Akihito squeezed his eyes shut behind the blindfold and forced back the tears that threatened to spill. It was going to be a long night.

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Akihito frantically tried to claw his way across the large bed grabbing fistfuls of the expensive cream colored sheets, only to be dragged back to where Asami wanted him. He latched onto the only thing within reach and flung it at the man. The large down pillow flopped uselessly against the broad chest before hitting the floor with a soft thump. The squirming photographer received a sharp slap to his behind for the infraction.

“The more you misbehave, the more I’m going to punish you. Or is that what you want,” Asami goaded, knowing the reaction it would induce.

“Fuck off!!” Akihito growled, still fighting against him.

“Do I need to tie you up again Akihito?”

The photographer glanced apprehensively at the restraints lying dangerously nearby. A blush crept up his neck as he remembered all too vividly what Asami had done to him while he’d been tied to the bed and defenseless.

“N-no…” he stuttered, tearing his gaze away from the leather contraptions before Asami got any ideas.

“Then, you’re going to be good? And take your punishment?”

He nodded hesitantly, knowing that no matter how he struggled and raged against the man the outcome would be the same. Asami stepped back from the bed, releasing his hold.

“Come here,” he commanded, pointing to the floor.

“Asami, please, I-”

“Now Akihito, or do I need to gag you again as well?”

Trembling, the young man slipped off the edge of the bed and onto his knees. He flinched when a large hand came to rest on his crown, gently stroking his hair.

“Why don’t you show me how sorry you are for being so disobedient.”

Akihito’s head snapped up at the statement, his eyes going wide. Surely he didn’t mean… The fingers in his hair tightened, giving him a clear warning.

“S-sorry,” he finally conceded, raising shaky hands to the waistband of Asami’s trousers.

“Like you meant it, Akihito,” the older man admonished, his eyes darkening as he watched the boy stare down the rather sizeable endowment.

Taking a steadying breath, Akihito leaned forward and gave it a tentative lick. As he slid the large organ past his lips and into his mouth, he shuddered as he felt the large vein pulsing against his tongue. Relaxing his throat and jaw muscles, he took in as much as he could before letting it slide back out, only to take it all in again. The sudden moan that bubbled up from his throat caused him to flush darkly in embarrassment. He shut his eyes tightly to avoid seeing Asami’s haughty expression and knowing gaze.

His jaw was sore and aching by the time Asami was even close. He choked a little, trying to pull back as Asami forced himself deeper.

“Swallow,” Asami demanded his voice thick and a little breathless as he held the boy’s head firmly in place.

Akihito trembled at that tone, letting the warm, slightly thick fluid slide down his throat. The fingers in his hair loosened and he immediately tried to back away, but he wasn’t fast enough. He never was. A thick arm wrapped around his slim waist and pulled him close. Rough fingers drifted up his chest giving one nipple a soft pinch, before rolling it, while the other hand slid down between his legs.

“You didn’t happen to enjoy that did you?” Asami breathed huskily, his warm breath on Akihito’s ear causing shivers to race down the photographer’s spine. The room suddenly became a little too warm.

“Nah- Ah! No…” the blonde tried to deny, even as he arched into Asami’s caresses. Asami ignored the false protests and continued to tease the boy mercilessly. He dipped his head, dark tresses brushing against Akihito shoulder as he latched onto the sensitive neck; enjoying how it made his boy squirm.

In a matter of minutes, Asami had the photographer weak-kneed and breathless. Every breath for Akihito was a small pant, his lungs unable to draw a full breath as the room became stifling; his body insufferably hot.

“Asami…” he moaned, leaning into the man, his body no longer able to support its own weight. He uttered a low cry as a slick finger forced its way inside him. Another soon followed the first, the young man unable to stop his hips from thrusting back to force them deeper. The addition of a third digit had him begging, moisture gathering at the corners of his glazed hazel eyes.

“Asa…mi… p-please!”

“Not yet, my cute Akihito.”

“I- I can’t… anymore…” the blonde manage between breathy moans. The hands teasing him suddenly withdrew, causing him to cry out at the loss. Asami cut off his whimpers with a possessive kiss, scooping the boy up and depositing him on the mattress.

“You’re here to please me tonight,” Asami reminded him, lying back on the bed, a pair of handcuffs dangling from one broad finger.

“Now, come here.”

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Takaba Akihito was dead to the world. He didn’t even stir as Asami lifted him smoothly off his chest and placed him on the bed beside him. One eyebrow quirked up at the soft whine that escaped the pink lips as the photographer unconsciously groped for something to replace Asami’s warmth. He felt a small twinge as he watched the sleeping boy pull a pillow towards him and hug it tightly. The pale glint of metal in the morning light caught his attention, drawing his focus away from the tempting lips. He traced the fine line of the platinum band encircling the elegant neck, admiring how it seemed to glow against the pale skin. A sigh escaped the older man as he watched Akihito sleep; blissfully unaware of the trouble he was in.

Once again he was amazed at how easily Takaba managed to get himself into such things. The boy was a magnet for trouble. At least he wouldn’t be waking up any time soon, not after the night he’d had. Asami had made sure of that. He needed to know Akihito was safe, not getting into any more trouble, while he took care of the current situation the brat was in. The worrying thing was he wasn’t sure he’d be able to completely protect the photographer from this one. It might all ready be too late.

Taking a last glance at the sleeping young man, Asami stepped out of the bedroom and headed for the door. When he got home he’d have to discuss the terms of Akihito living with him. With the current situation, there was no way he was letting the photographer out of his sight. His lips twitched slightly as he thought of how that conversation would go down.

As he stepped into the elevator, he pulled his phone out of his breast pocket.

“Kirishima. You have them? Good. Set up the appropriate meeting. Reschedule all my other appointments for the day. This may take a while.”