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Title: The Hunt

Author: twistedsheets10

Theme: Takaba's "Old School" Fan Fiction Contest

Character(s)
and Pairing (if applicable): Asami x Akihito
(finally!)

Rating: NC-17

Warning: I think the NC-17 is all the warning everyone needs. And this is VF, so expect
some rough scenes.

Summary: For all their difference, truth was, both Asami and Akihito enjoy the
thrill of the hunt. On the matter of who was the hunter or the prey, however,
remains to be seen.

1.
Hunting Grounds

Life is the
survival of the fittest. The weak perish, and the strong rules and survives.

In the
metropolitan jungle that is Tokyo, teeming with millions of people, each part
of a different breed, from the lowest and the highest strata of the food chain,
from the homeless men that live in boxes in the darkened edges of the subways
to the political and business elite in their high-rise condos and palatial
houses.

And within this
hierarchy, Asami Ryuuichi is the one on top. He is a breed of his own, the one
who knows every twist and turn in the nearly impenetrable thicket of business,
politics and crime. Though the reach of his power goes even beyond the
shores of Japan, Tokyo was unquestionably his main territory, and no one doubts
he is fiercely protective about it.

This is probably why
Asami didn�t take it too kindly that a certain upstart pest named Takaba
Akihito invaded his area. Like many of those in the elite, Asami values privacy
and discretion, especially on the matters of his business, two things Takaba
violated with his cameras and lenses. Also, he does not like the thought of
anyone spying on him or his business.

This is probably
why Asami decided he would educate the boy himself, rather than to leave it to
one of his underlings. Besides, not many dared such an outrage, and he is
interested to see what manner of creature Takaba is.

As it turns out,
Takaba Akihito is a fierce thing, spitting and snarling at him and his men when
he was cornered, and was scornful and insolent with his words. When Asami and
his men thought they had finally captured him, Takaba jumps into action,
fighting ferociously with kicks and punches before sprinting out of their
reach, and finally, as the climax of this thrilling encounter, the boy leaps
from the roof and into freedom.

By the end of it
all, Asami is captivated. It has been a while since anyone caught his interest,
and if their first encounter was anything to go by, Takaba Akihito is an
interesting creature indeed.

2.
Stalking out the Prey

Once, in a jest,
Akihito�s mother told him that the nature of his job was very much like that of
a stalker, always following their target around, eager to glimpse their
activities.

Akihito protested
vigorously. He wasn�t doing this to fulfill any voyeuristic tendencies, but to
pursue his desire to expose the truth and the corruption behind their society.
Besides, he admitted to himself, there is a strange thrill in the dangers and
challenges of circumventing the efforts of those in power to prevent them from
destroying their carefully kept facades.

Now, as he sat in
a dark, grimy rooftop waiting for his target to arrive, Akihito wonders if his
mother had been partially right. From another�s point of view, he does look
like some obsessed stalker, tracking his quarry with extreme determination.

Since his
encounter with the man in another rooftop, Akihito has developed some sort of
fixation on Asami Ryuuichi, to capture this man in his viewfinder, and
ultimately, into his photographs. As far as challenges go, Asami is the
greatest so far. The man is nearly impossible to get unawares. It is a great
stroke of luck that he came by the information that the man would be
hereabouts.

It took hours of
waiting, but finally, Asami came, riding in his expensive car. Akihito
carefully leaned forward, and raised his camera.

Gotcha! he exulted to himself when he had Asami in his viewfinder. Now all he had
to do was click away.

Then Asami turned
to the direction where he was, and his lips curved into a predatory smirk.

Oh,
shit.

3.
Unguarded Moments

He would never
take hot water for granted again.

As Akihito lay on
his hot tub, soaking up the heat as the warm water removed the dirt and various
dried-up fluids and soothed his burning, aching muscles, he gave a prayer of
thanks to the one who discovered hot water. Everything seemed so much better
with it.

Now if only he
could get out of this place, things would be perfect.

He looked around
the bathroom, searching for a way to escape. Not that he could even run in his
condition. He could barely move without pain lancing up his legs and stabbing
into his back. Much to his embarrassment, Asami�s bodyguard, the man with
glasses (who, if Akihito remembered correctly, was the one he kicked in the
rooftop), had to hold him up as he limped to the bathroom. But maybe adrenaline
would kick in and he�d forget about the pain.

Maybe he could hit
the guard on the head with the showerhead to knock him unconscious, or he could
jump at him through the draperies and smother him into fainting or�

�I wouldn�t even think
about it,� the Sunglasses guard standing behind the draperies rumbled out,
startling Akihito from his thoughts. Water splashed as he jerked upright, and
then winced at the throb of agony on his back.

Shit.
Damn Asami. Because of the man�s perverted actions on
him, he was stuck here, at least for a day or so, until the pain subsides,
anyway. Then all bets were off. He was not staying here longer than necessary.
Akihito does not take kindly to being caged, and, most importantly, he will not
fucking stand to being raped by a perverted old man.

Why
did he do that? His face grew warm at the though of
what happened last night. If he truly wanted to teach him a lesson, Asami could
have just had him beaten or killed, but raping him? Because of photographs that
didn�t even come out? The man was certifiably insane.

�Does your boss
fuck everyone who photographs him?� he asked the guard, voice half-bitter,
half-sarcastic.

�Oh, no,�
Akihito�s nerves tightened at the sound of that voice. Fuck, he didn�t
even hear him come in. �I only reserve that for cute little things like you.�
The shower draperies were smoothly yanked aside, and lo and behold, Asami stood
looming over him, dressed in an expensive suit that fit him exquisitely.

A wave of outrage
rose within Akihito as the man smirked at him and swept his heated gaze over
his naked body underneath the water. Akihito had the absurd urge to cover
himself like some virginal maiden, but he stopped himself and instead, glared
at Asami. �What the hell do you want?�

Ignoring his
question, Asami knelt beside the tub, leaned closer to Takaba, and asked,
�Enjoying your bath, Takaba?�

It took a lot of
his strength not to flinch at their closeness. He could smell Asami, his scent
rich with the flavors of cigarettes, expensive cologne and his own musky sweat,
assaulting Akihito�s own senses, making him feel heady. It�s just the hot
water, he told himself firmly. He gritted his teeth and
hissed, �I would enjoy it more without your presence.�

�This is my bath,�
Asami said calmly. �My, but you don�t seem to have any notion of acknowledging
other people�s property, Takaba. Perhaps another lesson is in order?�

Akihito paled. He
didn�t try to delude himself that he would survive another one of those lessons
this soon. NO!�

Asami looked
positively evil as he smiled. �I thought you�d grateful for the lesson I taught
you last night.�

�Gratitude is a
sickness of dogs,� Akihito snapped, �and I�m not one. Besides, who would be
grateful to being raped? What kind of lesson is that?�

One of Asami�s
immaculate eyebrows rose. �Lenin, Takaba? So you did pay attention to your
lessons in school. A pity for you that you don�t remember them more often.�

�I remember them
well enough,� he flared. Hell, he was being damned insolent, but if Asami was
going to kill or fuck him eventually, he might as well throw some well-aimed
insults at his oversized ego. �They thought me never to associate with scum
like you.�

Akihito�s only
warning came with a sudden twist in Asami�s face that transformed his
features into one of feral wildness. Then Akihito�s head was yanked
forward, his breath stolen from his lungs as his lips were crushed against
Asami�s.

Akihito thrashed
in the water, hands and legs flailing as he struggled to get away, but Asami�s
hold was strong, and Akihito still hurt. At least he got the bastard�s suit
wet.

With his free
hand, Asami deftly captured one of Aki�s wrists and held it tightly. Akihito
closed his eyes and gathered his strength as his other hand gripped Asami�s
shoulder, trying to push him away, but failing.

Asami�s teeth
nipped and licked Akihito�s lips, as if teasing them, coaxing them to part, but
still strongly hinting the man�s desire to dominate him. When Akihito opened
his mouth for a much-needed breath of air, Asami took swift advantage and moved
in, kissing him as if trying to devour Akihito�s whole being.

A moan slipped out
of his lips, and he shuddered, out of horror or desire or what, Takaba couldn�t
tell. As if they had a mind of his own, Takaba�s lips responded to Asami,
kissing back fiercely, as if not wanting to be outdone. Akihito thought he
heard a low growl from Asami, but the thought fled when Asami pushed him back,
and removed his hand from Akihito�s neck. It then snaked to his hand on Asami�s
shoulder.

The loud click of
metal made Akihito�s eyes fly open, and before he could make another move, his
hands were wrenched to his back and cuffed together.

He jerked his lips
away from Asami, as if burned. �You fucking bastard!� Akihito all but roared.
He could feel warm spots of frustration and humiliation on his cheeks. What the
hell was he doing, kissing back this bastard?

Asami only gave
him his trademark smirk. As he watched Takaba struggle in his cuffs, he said in
an almost gentle, but still mocking tone, �Don�t. You�ll only chafe your
wrists.� As he rose to his feet, he added, �Until your next lesson, I expect
you to behave, my cute little Takaba.�

�Who the hell are you calling CUTE?� Akihito
shouted at Asami�s retreating back. �Let me go, bastard!�

4.
Trophies

Three injured men,
two of them limping, the other with a broken rib. Several damaged, expensive
furniture as well.

Say anything you
will about Takaba Akihito, say that the boy could wreak havoc when he wanted
to.

Asami surveyed the
aftermath of Takaba�s second attempted escape with a mixture of annoyance and
admiration. You wouldn�t think the boy had just been limping yesterday by the
amount of destruction he caused. The boy�s stamina and determination must be
incredible. His spirited attempts were certainly proof of that.

�Where did you put
him?� he asked.

�After we, ah,
knocked him unconscious, we cuffed him again and we locked him in your rooms,
as you ordered us to if this happened. He would be regaining consciousness
around this time, I think, Asami-sama.� Asami had never seen his head of
security as frustrated as he was now. Takaba must have given them a hard time.

After a curt nod,
Asami headed to his rooms, where two uninjured guards stood on both sides of the
door.

He found Takaba
awake, sitting on a chair near the bed, wearing a thin robe, hands cuffed
behind his back, and sporting a slight bruise on the side of his jaw. Still, he
looked much better than the three guards outside. Though his feet were unbound,
Takaba didn�t stand up or try attack him. Takaba was glaring insolently at him,
not the least bit repentant or frightened. Then his eyes narrowed with a look
of wariness, and the hint of barely contained violence flickered like gold
flecks within them.

Asami placed his
jacket on one of the undamaged chairs. �Were you bored no one would play with
you, Takaba?� he asked.

�They got in my
way,� Akihito said, his voice sounding like he�d come from some boundless
ennui. �I don�t really like being shut in here with nothing to do but admire
your decor.�

Deftly removing
his tie, Asami held it one hand and took a few steps towards Akihito. The boy
shrank back slightly into his chair, but then raised his chin defiantly.

There was muffled
clatter of metal as the cuffs dropped to the carpeted floor when Akihito lunged
at him. But Asami was prepared, and within seconds, he had the boy�s hands tied
up.

�You�re truly a
little wild cat, aren�t you, Takaba Akihito?� Even through the struggles and
the attempted kicks, Asami could feel the boy shiver against his body as he
whispered those words against his ear.

Takaba�s head whipped round, and snarled out,
�Shut up, you drug-dealing pervert. Haven�t you done enough? Let. Me. Go.�

�Not enough for
you to remember your lessons, it seems.� Without warning, he threw Akihito into
the bed, the boy handing on his back. He heard Akihito gasp as the wind was
knocked out of him by the fall, but he paid no mind. In a heartbeat, he had his
mouth on the boy�s, savagely demanding a response. The boy whimpered slightly,
finally parting his mouth in surrender to Asami�s assault.

�Or did you like
it so much that you want another?� Asami said against Akihito's mouth. Akihito
stiffened in his arms and pulled his lips away.

�I didn�t enjoy
it!�

�Oh?� Asami let
his hands roam Akihito�s sides, stroking them in soothing, sensual motions.
�Have you forgotten how you reacted to my slightest touch? What a little slut
you�ve been, your hips pushing back for more every time I fuck you so you could
take me all in?�

�I only acted that
way because you fucking drugged me! If it weren�t for the drugs, I wouldn�t
have acted that way!�

His hands dug
cruelly into Akihito�s flesh, eliciting a yelp of pain from the boy. All
thoughts of amusement flashed away from his mind, replaced only the need to
teach this little wild cat what his proper place was, and a lesson he�d not
forget for a long time.

As if
sensing Asami's purpose, Akihito tensed, then kicked into action, legs
lashing out to get away. The bed creaked and moaned as they fought for control.
Asami was quicker, though, more powerful, and within minutes Akihito was pinned
against the bed, his bound hands held over his head by one of his Asami�s hand.
Hot eyes glared him as Asami leaned over Takaba�s face.

�So you say. But
your body says otherwise. Perhaps you do really need another lesson.�

He bent over, and
took one of Akihito�s hardened nipples in his mouth, biting it hard, but not
hard enough to draw blood. �This is pain.� Akihito gasped, and his struggles
increased. And then Asami traced the bite marks with soothing strokes with his
tongue. �And that, is pleasure.� Beneath him, pausing in his struggles, Akihito
shuddered.

He repeated those
little nips and licks on the Akihito�s shoulder, his collar, on his neck, on
the spot where the boy�s pulse throbbed, on the side of his jaw, his lips, and
even on his earlobes. His free hand touched Akihito everywhere, but not where
the boy needed it the most. Asami could see Akihito�s erection stir into life,
slowly leaking precome.

Then his fingers
finally closed around Akihito�s length, making the boy�s hips almost jump from
the bed, had it not for Asami holding him down. His lips curved into a smirk at
his reaction. �See?� His breath brushed against the boy�s ear. �You do like
it.� He removed his hand from Akihito�s erection, and deftly freed his own. He
was already hard and wet, the boy�s struggles and responses making him almost
painfully aroused.

Then, hands
swiftly grasping Akihito�s hips, Asami impaled himself into Akihito, his
passage eased only by his own fluids.

Akihito cried out,
but Asami barely heard him. The boy was still as tight as he remembered, and
still as greedy, taking him to the hilt in just one thrust. Placing one hand
again on Akihito�s bound wrists to brace himself, he smiled at the boy and
said, �Now your new lesson begins.� He pulled out slowly, and when he was
halfway done, he thrust back again.

�Asami!�

Asami drove in
deeper and further into Akihito, making sure that each thrust hit the hidden
spot of pleasure within the boy�s body. Akihito moaned and whimpered at each
plunge within him, hips rhythmically meeting Asami�s, rising from the bed,
spasms of pleasure rolling over his body. Akihito�s skin was flushed with
desire, feverish to touch, and slick with sweat. His blond hair was in this
disarray, his eyes closed. The boy was truly a sight to see when he was being
thoroughly fucked.

Taking Akihito�s
slick erection with one hand, Asami roughened his pace, timing his thrust with
his strokes. Akihito�s eyes flew open, whimpers of pleasure slipping out of his
lips.

�Say it, Takaba,�
Asami demanded, holding Takaba�s chin in one hand, forcing the boy to look at
him. �Say that you want this.�

�No.� The boy�s
voice was shaky, but he spoke was clearly and strongly. His eyes were glassy,
seemingly unfocused, but beneath them was a fiery spark of determination, the
unwillingness to concede defeat. �I won�t say it,� he panted out, even as his
body yielded so freely to Asami�s thrusts and caresses. �I won�t!�

�AH!� Asami
captured his mouth with a hard kiss, plundering the boy�s mouth, and then
pulled out, turned him over on his knees, and thrust back into Akihito again.

Akihito�s legs
shook at the new position, his cries and moans getting louder and more
incoherent as Asami sped up his thrusts. He had buried his head on the bed, as
if in shame, yet he spread his legs further, and his hips pushed back against
Asami�s. The boy was nearing his edge now, his control slipping away. Asami�s
own breath became harsher as his own pleasure unraveled itself.

The boy came with
a choked cry, body jerking as he spilled himself into the sheets. Then the
boy�s body did an unexpected thing. Its warm walls tightened unbearably hot
around Asami�s length, and a flash of intense heat blazed into Asami�s body.
With a sharp hiss, Asami came, and emptied himself deep within Akihito.

5.
The Hunter and the Hunted

Asami sat on his
favorite chair, smoking his third stick of his favorite brand of cigarettes,
trying to savor it, yet he thought he could still taste the boy at the back of
his throat. And despite the heavy smoke surrounding him, he could still smell
the bittersweet, musty tang of their coupling.

His gaze fell on
the boy again. No longer bound, Akihito lay sleeping on Asami�s bed, naked,
curled up like some little lion cub, sated and seemingly at peace. Later, when
the boy wakes up, he would be sore, and would be spitting and snarling again,
claws unsheathed. Now he lies on Asami's bed, looking like he belonged there.

The boy had
certainly exceeded Asami�s expectation of him. Takaba Akihito was certainly
worth the chase. It had been quite a thrill, taking him. The boy was full of
contradictions, still a little na�ve, but showed surprising strength in what
should have been his weakest moments.

Truly an
interesting creature.

On the bed,
Akihito stirred and stretched in his sleep, his movements unconsciously sleek
and sensual. Asami�s lips twisted into a frown as a surge of desire to take the
boy again rose in him at the sight. There was much danger in observing Takaba
Akihito longer than necessary, it seems.

But then, Asami
Ryuuichi thrived in danger. It would be a thrill to train this creature, to
tame him and bend him to his will, and yet not break.

Crushing his
cigarette, he rose and headed for the bed. Smirking down at Akihito�s sleeping
face, he touched the boy�s hair. It slipped through his
fingers, smooth as silk, like a lion�s mane. �Lessons aren�t over yet, my
cute little Akihito.�

*

Asami set him free the next day.

About
damn time! Akihito didn�t stop glaring as he scrambled
out the man�s car and limped towards the apartment complex. He looked at
the stairs that let to his rooms on the third floor and winced. He was going to
have an adventurous ascent, he was sure.

�Do you want me to
carry you up, Akihito?�

�Fuck off.�

�Try to keep
yourself out of trouble, Akihito,� Asami said from his plush car. Akihito
didn�t have to look back to know that he had that infuriating smirk on his
face.

He whipped around
anyway, biting his lip in an effort to ignore the pain that lanced up his
spine. �Shut up. One day, I�m going to bring you down, asshole.�

�Whatever you
say.� His smirk became even more insulting. �I�ll be in touch.�

�Fuck you,� he
shouted back, face flaming at the thought, but Asami had already rolled up the
window and was driving off.

Akihito stared at
the car for a moment, and then took a deep breath. He had other things to do.
Call his parents, especially his mother to tell them he was alive, and then
find Detective Yamazaki.

He looked at the
stairs again, sighed, and began the long, tortuous climb to his room.

*

And now, the hunt
truly begins
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