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It has been more than a year since Akihito and Asami decided to live together. It was not easy at first, but over time they have created a balance that seems to work for both of them.
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I open my eyes because of too much light coming in through the window. I'd like to stay over but I have an appointment with my boss, plus I have to take Asami shopping for suits. As if he doesn't have enough already! I reach out my arm and feel Asami's side is cold, as always after all. That workaholic always wakes up early.
As I eat breakfast, I think about how much things have changed for me in a way. Since I met the yakuza, my life is more chaotic and complicated than ever. I smile since I never imagined that I would live side by side with a man like Asami.
We did not start our relationship in a normal and simple way, and even now it is not easy but it is manageable. We are both stubborn and on many points of view we are completely different, but it seems that this contrast of ours is made good for being together.
Of course, there are things that to this day make me angry and annoyed such as the two bodyguards he has been placing on me for about a month, Eichi Miura and Isao Yoshiba, not even if I were the president. Asami is the one who needs protection not me, but let alone that possessive bastard taking them away from me.
Not to mention that the only times I've tried to make conversation with the two bodyguards I've received dry, cold responses in return. In addition, both are quick and I struggle to get them off my back. I sigh, thinking that I will have to get used to them. Looking at the time I see that I still have some time so I head for the bathroom to take a leisurely shower.
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Sion
He was looking through the large windows in his office at the view, and a small hint of a smile appeared on his face. I wonder if Akihito has woken up yet. Last night he was insatiable and did not want to leave his kitten. The fact was that he couldn't get enough of the exuberant boy who was currently in their penthouse. Feeling that with his mind wandering, imagining the young blond man's body writhing under his masterful touches, he curbed his thoughts. At least I'll see him later.
Asami knew how much Akihito hated fancy stores and especially those in the Ginza district, but he didn't care. Every spare moment he wanted to spend it with his blondie, and why not, he could catch him in one of the private rooms there. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but he wanted Akihito's judgment on how he dressed. He knew he had style, especially since the clothes he wears are all designer and tailored, but he also wants Akihito to give his opinion because what he says matters to him.
He turns around and goes to sit in the black leather chair, thus beginning to work in earnest, wearing his business mask.
- "Kirishima"-said Asami without lifting his face from the documents he was checking.
- "Yes, Asami-sama?"- replied the trusty right-hand man, adjusting his glasses.
- "I want you to do a check on the head of this business."-he spoke coldly and directly.
- "Yes, sir."- and with these words the secretary, after bowing slightly, walked to his own desk and began to do the research.
Asami continued to look at the file and smiled devilishly at the idea that someone had tried to cheat him. If they thought I wouldn't notice anything they were sorely mistaken. With these thoughts he set the file aside and picked up another one.
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Akihito was deciding what to wear. He didn't want to wear his favorite jeans with a plaid shirt because the meeting with his boss would be held in the afternoon, and for now he just wanted to go out and be as comfortable as possible.
Come to think of it, it's been a long time since I've been jogging, or to put it better: I don't run like I used to. Since I've been with Asami and have two bodyguards on me all the time, I haven't gone out running like I wanted to. Not to mention that possessive bastard wouldn't let him go out either on foot or with his wasp but only with his imported cars.
Oof, that spoiled rich bastard. With this thought, Akihito put on a suit consisting of a pair of gray pants, a plain white T-shirt, and to complete the look, comfortable sneakers.
He went to the door and only then did he remember Eichi and Isao. The two guards looked at him and in unison exclaimed:
- "Hello Takaba-sama."- adding a slight bow.
Akihito hated the fact that both men called him that. A tried many times to ask to be called only Akihito, but as expected of all subordinates of the big yakuza, they obeyed only the big man. God what a nuisance, sooner or later I will have to convince Asami to be called by name, at least by my personal guards.
- "Hello!"- he replied a little annoyed. Looking carefully, he reflected that the duo could not accompany him to run dressed in suits. He laughed, thinking that he had never seen them differently, and no matter if it was a baking sun outside, none of them abandoned the black and white suit.
The two guards, seeing that the young leader was watching them and laughing, asked:
- "What is it Takaba-sama? Are you all right?"-
Akihito stopped laughing:
- "Yes yes everything is fine but I wanted to know if by any chance you could change your clothes."-
The two guards looked shocked:
- "Why? Is there something bothering you about our clothing?"-
Akihito felt a little guilty seeing how worried the guards were getting. Quickly he said:
- "No no it's just that I would like to go jogging and I guess you guys would come with me."- he saw the two leaders leaning a little having confirmation of what he was saying and added -"But I wouldn't want you to get these clothes dirty; so I was wondering if you could wear something more comfortable."- he smiled at the two guards.
They seemed surprised by the request but then asked the young man to wait in the attic five minutes. Just enough time to go change. Good thing both guards lived in the same building as Asami and Akihito. As soon as they were ready, they knocked on the door of Akihito's apartment and together all three went downstairs.
As soon as they were outside the building, Akihito stretched his arms upward and turned around, smiling at the two guards.
- "Are you ready?"-he asked in a voice full of energy.
The two guards nodded their heads yes, and Akihito began to run. Both guards hoped that Akihito would not try to run away. In their minds, running with the young man would be a good thing, so they could practice keeping up with the boy's pace, although so far they had succeeded well in their own, never losing sight of him.
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How nice! It's been a long time since I felt so free. Running for the sake of it, without a camera and without being chased.Priceless! I can't even remember the last time I felt so light.
The pace he was keeping was just a warm-up, though it didn't feel like it. Akihito ran and when his muscles were warmed up enough, he started the real race made of jumping over obstacles with all kinds of stunts, climbing walls, stairs and running, running, running.
Akihito smiled and cleared his mind, forgetting even about the two guards who were following him.
He loved feeling his muscles stretch, burn, seeing how the world spun when he did flips. He loved when he jumped and his feet didn't touch the ground or when he climbed a building as if he were a cat. One might think, seeing him, that he's a reckless, crazy guy, and maybe to some extent he is. But it is the feeling of having no limits that made him brighter than ever. It had been far too long since he had felt that way!
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Since they worked as the boy's bodyguards, they had learned to keep up with the young man. It was difficult and very tiring but eventually they were able to understand the boy's pace.
But today they realized that the boy had only been teasing them. Akihito seemed much faster and lighter. At first they had no difficulty keeping up with him but then the boy increased the pace madly. Without all the photographer's equipment and no worries, Takaba looked like a fusion of a cat's skills and a panther's speed.
Then the boy added acrobatics to the run. Akihito climbed up a wall with the help of a pipe to the roof of the building. The two guards looked at each other, and after the first shock, they followed suit even if more slowly. He seems much faster and more skillful than all the times we chased him.
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Akihito did not stop smiling at the feeling of the wind and clothes being pulled. He had climbed to a rooftop but soon after found himself back on the street. He loved climbing up and down buildings because the feeling that came out of it was that your body was capable of anything and was unstoppable.
Through leaps, jumps, spins, he found himself back on top of a building and when he finally felt that all his energy had been partly used, he decided to get to the edge of a roof and sit down. With both legs dangling, he looked at the city below him and what the view offered. He liked to climb rooftops because it gave him a crazy sense of adrenaline, and then from above things had a whole different color and look. He did not know how long he had been running and how far he had gone.
Akihito was enjoying the view in front of him with his hands resting on the small wall where he was sitting. He was wandering with his mind over the route he had run and smiled at the thought of some of the stunts he had done and the faces people had expressed. When his breathing returned to normal, he looked over his shoulder and felt a little guilty. He had totally forgotten that he was not alone, and he was sorry to see those two men drenched in sweat and breathing heavily, bent over his knees. Maybe I had gone too far.
- "Opss, sorry! I forgot about you two."- he said it a little guiltily and scratching his head.
When one of the two guards managed to get his own regular breathing back, he spoke:
- "Please next time don't forget us."- the guard gasped a little, needing to catch his breath to continue speaking -"I thought I had learned to keep up with your pace, but apparently I was completely wrong."- as he spoke these words he looked in the direction of the young leader who was relaxed compared to them. How is it possible that after all he has done today, he is so peaceful?
When Isao also finally regained the regular rhythm of his heart and breath, he began to speak.
- "It seems that until now you have been lenient with us and the other guards."- he uttered a little shocked and Akihito smiled embarrassedly.
- "Really? I don't think so. I've always run the way I could."- Akihito said as he stretched his whole back upward with his arms -"Maybe you think that because I usually have my cameras and have to be careful not to break them. Today, however, I didn't have anything on me and I wasn't in danger so I just relaxed and let my body go."- he said these words with a shy smile and a hint of apology.
- "We didn't think you could be so quick and agile, Takaba-sama."- one of the guards said.
Akihito apologized to both of them. It was not his idea to put the two men whom he considered almost friends with time, even though this was the first time they had a real conversation.
As all three were stretching, Akihito had wondered how long they had actually been running. He discovered that he had been wandering around the city for a good 40 minutes. Time goes by so fast when you do something that makes you feel comfortable.
He took a big breath and looked at the two bodyguards who had recovered. Smiling cheekily, he said:
- "Ready? Time to go back to the penthouse!"- he used an amused tone. The two guards did not even have time to retort that they would have preferred to call someone to pick them up, since Akihito had descended from that roof via an emergency ladder and was already among the people.
At that moment the two men decided that they would have to train more in running and also in jumping to be able to look after the young leader. But of one thing they were sure: the young man had vitality and energy to spare.
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Sion
Asami was reviewing the 20th file when the message from Eichi arrived to inform him that Akihito had gone jogging and that they were returning to the penthouse.
The crime lord smiled smugly as he imagined the young man running through the streets of his city. He didn't like Akihito doing dangerous and reckless things but he knew the passion he had for running so as long as he didn't get hurt and leave the two bodyguards, he could accept it and let him do it.
He wrote to the guard to be careful and not to let him out of their sight.
As he finished sending the message he heard his right arm Kirishima, knocking twice before entering.
-"Asami-sama in five minutes you have the meeting with the officials to open the new place and then together with Takaba-sama you have to go to the clothing store for those garments he had ordered."- he paused briefly and as he began speaking again handed him a file -"This is the information you asked me to find on Amane Suzuki."-
Asami took the file from his hands and quickly read the information. As he thought, the man was a stupid and insignificant being who had dared to cheat him. He would let the man know who was in charge. For now he placed the charm back on the desk and stood up, putting on his jacket and heading for the meeting.
Kirishima saw Asami and knew that the information he had found was what his boss was looking for. To a normal person, the man with the golden gaze might have seemed calm, but the secretary knew there was displeasure behind that behavior. The man who dared to betray Asami Ryuichi would get his share of punishment that involved in the end as always, death.
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They had just returned from running. Eichi and Isao were in their apartments washing and changing while Akihito was in Asami's penthouse. He had just finished showering when he looked at himself in the mirror. His body was still the same, perhaps a little more muscular but only slightly. He was slim and in proportion to his stature.
As soon as his gaze passed from his body to his face, everything stopped. He looked straight into the hazel eyes and saw after a long time that that light coming from Akihito's more serene side had returned. How long had it been since I had had that look? Why hadn't I noticed that that spark was gone? He shook his head a little and returned to reality.
He quickly dried his blond hair and went to get dressed to meet with Asami and then went to his boss Takeda-san even though he did not know why. He had told him the day before that he had something important to tell him but that he preferred to tell him in person. Let's hope he doesn't want to fire me. Hello, I came out and of course the two men were already ready and impeccably dressed, who followed the young boss without opening their mouths.
At least we had a brief dialogue today. Maybe in time they will loosen up.
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Sion
The meeting had been more challenging than he thought. There had been a discussion about what to sell at the bar and who would be the perfect clientele. Not to mention costs. But as always, in the end Asami got just what he wanted. There was a reason he was known as the "king of business."
Back in his office, he took out a cigarette and allowed Kirishima to light it for him. Afterwards, he poured a drink into his glass as he took a short break before resuming reading files and attending more meetings. At least he would soon have a break from all that and meet Akihito.
After inspiring the smoke, he very calmly asked:
-"Kirishima for when did you arrange the meeting with Amane Suzuki?"- while resuming the charm that had previously been placed back on the desk.
-"For tonight Asami-sama."- the secretary replied, putting the glasses back on his face.
After a moment of silence, Asami said:
-"Have warehouse number 3 prepared and make sure the man is alone. Tonight he will learn that it is never wise to steal money, especially if you are in my way."- at these words, the man took the glass of scotch and let the liquid inflame his throat.
-"As you wish sir!"- speaking these words, Kirishima bowed is exited the office. He only hoped that the chief's young lover had called that night to make sure Asami did not lose control. He shook his head wondering how boldly they would go against Asami. Only those who are seeking certain death, except Takaba of course. He smiled imperceptibly reflecting how things have changed since that blond brat came into their lives.
All the guards and staff thanked God every day for sending the young man into their lives. Both Suoh and Kirishima at first were convinced that he was one of many lovers and that after a few months the chief would get tired of him instead it seemed quite the opposite. He was different in that he did not care about the money or status that Asami had, but he cared about the yakuza as a person. Takaba was a young man who values people for who they are and not for what they possess.
The more time passed, the more it seemed that Asami wanted to monopolize Akihito. Every day he became more and more possessive toward the boy, but the bespectacled man hoped that this would not jeopardize their relationship. He had learned that the boy needed his freedom and space.
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He had just gotten into the car, one of the many cars the possessive bastard had in his garage. As soon as he was seated, he could not shake the feeling he had felt at the realization that he had missed that light in his eyes. Why am I still thinking about this?
He looked up out the window and rested his head on his hand. Akihito was thinking that he had really had a good morning and that it had been a long time since he had felt this peaceful. But after he had looked at himself in the bathroom, he wondered why he had not felt that way many more times in the past few months.
That feeling of peace and serenity reminded him of his life as a teenager. The time when he did the craziest things and when he was not afraid of anything or anyone. He was unstoppable and damn happy. He was like that before he met Asami. He shook him head. But what am I thinking about? He let out a sigh and continued to look outside as he made his way to Zion's offices where Asami was currently working.
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Isao was the one driving the car while Eichi stood beside him. Strangely, the young boss had gotten into the car without commenting that it was a luxurious or imported car. Stranger still, he had not tried to make conversation with them since they got into the car.
The two guards looked at each other, both amazed at that silence. It is not like Takaba-sama to be so silent. He seemed so full of life this morning, what happened then? Eichi realized that his comrade was having the same concern as he was, so he decided that he would put an end to that silence.
Turning to the leader, Eichi spoke:
-"Takaba-sama, are you all right? You look worried."- as he spoke these words he saw that the boy looked duller than he had seen him before.
Akihito jerked at the call because he was still deep in thought but after formulating what the guard had asked him, he smiled:
-"Yes yes, it's all right."- he spoke these words with little emphasis and then added -"And that I don't understand why I have to accompany Asami in him shopping. That then having only designer and custom-made clothes, why do we have to go to the Ginza store at all? Can't he have him garments delivered directly to the penthouse?"-he asked the guard.
-"I'm sorry Takaba-sama, but you'll have to ask Asami-sama"- he said in a firm, impassive manner.
Akihito huffed and crossed his arms over his chest; Asami knew how much he hated those stores full of rich, spoiled people.
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At first, both Eichi and Isao thought that the big man's mistress was a gold digger, but they were very wrong. Meanwhile, she was not a woman but a young man 10 years younger than the boss and was anything but a money, power, and status seeker. The boy was rebellious and brash and although he gave a lot of trouble for his escapades, with time you got to know and appreciate him. Takaba-sama was different from others, and this everyone learned.
He is kind, selfless, friendly and always full of energy. Where he is there is light and warmth. He gives highly of money and always cares about others. He is a thrill and adrenaline seeker but he is also smart and shrewd. But he is above all genuine with feelings and people.
As the bodyguard reflected on how he was getting to know the blond man and even in a sense understand him, through all the faces the boy made, he did not notice that they had arrived in front of the glass building where the great Asami Ryuichi worked.
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Akihito and Asami were inside the limousine that was driving them to the Ginza shopping district. Lunch had been a quiet affair for once. To say the blond was happy was an understatement. He really didn't like it there, and all those people who thought they were superior to others just because they had more money than brains made him nauseous.
Puffing, Akihito turned to Asami:
-"I really don't understand why you can't just tell the store manager to send you the new suits to the penthouse. What's more, we both know that you have a closet full of expensive, designer clothes and you don't need any more."-
Asami, after taking a drag from his cigarette, looked at Akihito:
-"It never hurts to have more clothes, even though I know you prefer me without them."- and in that instant he gave a mischievous grin toward his young lover who was turning a beautiful red color, but who was not contradicting him.
Akihito, after recovering, stated:
-"You are still the same perverted bastard man who thinks the world revolves around himself."- and looked away.
At this point Asami, who by now was enjoying teasing the young man, continued, getting closer and closer to Akihito:
-"It doesn't matter what you say because you didn't deny my statement anyway, and then tell me why you are getting color. Are you by any chance hot, my beloved kitten?"-
Having spoken these words, the yakuza took Akihito's chin and lifted it for a passionate, lust-filled kiss, but at the last he stopped. He liked to make his kitten wait and meanwhile lose himself in those hazel eyes. Akihito, who had not yet had the honor of having a kiss from the yakuza that day, decided that he had waited far too long and suddenly threw himself on Asami's lips.
A little surprised, Asami let him take the initiative.
Akihito, feeling resourceful, pulled him by the tie to deepen the kiss.
As his tongue explored his mouth, Asami's hands had already begun to roam under Akihito's shirt, causing him to begin to lose his grip on the older man's tie.
Sensing the lively reaction in Akihito's pants, and not just his own, Asami was about to tell Suoh to extend the ride by half an hour, when he was interrupted by the sound of the loudspeaker on the other end by Kirishima, warning him that they had arrived at the store.
Asami was very tempted to finish what his kitten had undertaken but then remembered that he still had a lot of work to finish and that he had an important meeting waiting for him in the evening, so he listlessly ended that moment, knowing, however, that it would have a sequel inside the store.
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But how long is Asami to try on stupid clothes? We've been here for more than 40 minutes and honestly I'm getting really sick of it. I better take a tour of this store in the meantime, which is bigger than I expected. I didn't even think it had private rooms where people could try on all the clothes they wanted. Obviously these people were not familiar with the normal, simple, fitting rooms.
Looking at the place, you could tell that it was highly prized because of the clientele that occupied the store: they were just businessmen, dressed in fancy suits and shouting out big money. Too bad about the staff. That one should learn to be discreet. Do they really think I didn't hear them whispering about my clothes? Or that I didn't notice the disapproving looks they were giving me?
After descending a flight of stairs and while crossing a floor where the fitting rooms were on the sides of the room with doors, he saw that the mirror for observing himself and the tailor were outside, in a common space where there were several work stations with a small mezzanine where the customer could better admire the clothes he was to buy. The room was well lit by large windows.
He was about to leave and head in another direction when he was attracted by a man who was coming out of the dressing room wearing a dark blue suit reminiscent of the sea. The guy in question along with the tailor were near a stained glass window so the sunlight was letting all the details of both the man and the suit he was trying on shine through.
He did not want to eavesdrop but heard perfectly what the man in the suit said to the tailor:
-"I don't know if this color suits me. I wouldn't want it to make me look darker. And that I would like to look my best since I have a very important dinner to attend this evening and I would like not to convey that I am a cold man."-
- "I think the suit looks good on you. It slims his figure and because of the little lighter blue stripes, it also gives his face more radiance."-
He did not know why he had felt the need to step in and make the man feel that he looked really good dressed in that blue. He did not even notice that he had come so close to the man until he saw the color of his eyes and there he stopped.
He had never seen eyes as distinctive as those. They were an intense sea blue color, almost black but they had a sparkle in them. That spark that I had lost. As he continued to observe the man's gaze, the man looked at him in turn and asked:
- "Do you think so, sir?"-
Recovering himself, he smiled and replied:
-"I think this dress looks very good on you. It fits his eyes perfectly and gives his more light. Plus, you don't have to worry because with this suit it conveys that you are a man of a certain level, with character and style but at the same time also a certain human warmth. He does not have to worry, he will not look like a cold man at all."-
Having said these words, he turned and walked out of the room but before he was too far away, he could hear the man with the sea-colored eyes say to the tailor:
- "I really think I'll take this suit."-
And unknowingly a smile appeared on his face.
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Asami was trying on a black suit with a black vest and a white shirt. As soon as he left the room, he thought he would meet Akihito's eyes but instead found himself in front of an empty sofa.
Frowning, he took out the cell phone in his pocket and texted Kirishima, who was on the ground floor, to go upstairs and look for Akihito. At least he could give notice that he would be out and about.
Asami would never admit out loud that it bothered him to know that Akihito was so bored with shopping with him that he preferred to wander around the store when the only thing that mattered at that time and place was himself, Asami Ryuichi.
But when he found him he would teach him what his priorities were, and in that instant a predatory smile appeared on his face.
Tired of waiting he decided that he would go himself to find him.
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Akihito was returning to Asami's room when he slipped backward on a rug. As he was approaching the floor, he noticed that someone had grabbed his wrist and was pulling him up. He bumped into something and as soon as he looked up he saw dark blue eyes watching him, not realizing that in order to catch him, accidentally the man, with his right hand, had slightly lifted the shirt on Akihito's side brushing against his skin.
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After the young stranger's advice, the man had decided to opt for the dark blue suit with lines of a more sparkling blue.
Ever since he had met those hazel eyes, he could not help but think of that boy. Something had been very attractive to him. For starters, he was not dressed like everyone else in that store in a suit, but wore simple lightened jeans, a white T-shirt underneath, and an open black and gray checked shirt. He wore comfortable, practical shoes.
As he stood in front of the mirror, he had not noticed that along with him and the tailor was another man, but then he suddenly heard his voice. A warm, jovial voice, without that haughty tone or of one who thinks he knows more than others. As he spoke he had not taken his eyes off him, but the words he used were those of a person who was paying attention to details and that when he observed a person he saw that person as a whole: not superficially, but in every little part.
He was getting dressed in his usual clothes, that is, gray short-sleeved T-shirt, black pants, black sneakers and a leather jacket, but his mind was still stuck on the encounter from earlier. Now that he thought about it they looked about the same style and both looked like two men in an unsuitable store.
Heading downstairs to pay the bill and exit the store, he saw someone slipping backwards. Before the individual hit the ground, he managed to grab his wrist and pull him toward himself, stopping the fall.
As soon as he lowered his gaze to see who it was, he met those hazel eyes. Unlike before, he could now literally mirror himself in them and could see every detail of that mysterious face. Look at that beautiful surprise.
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-"Are you all right? Are you hurt?"- he asked the man in a voice veiled with concern.
Akihito, who was still processing what had just happened, did not immediately respond. The man was getting more and more worried and was about to speak when, from down the hall he heard a cold voice say:
-"Take your hands off him immediately."-
When the unknown man looked up, he saw that the voice came from a tall man with black hair and golden eyes. The face showed no emotion, but the look could kill you. Behind him he saw two other men dressed in bodyguard suits.
Through it all, Akihito was still in the stranger's arms and finally found his voice again:
-"Thank you so much for saving me. I'm fine, thank you."- meantime he got to his feet and stepped back from his rescuer.
Asami headed in their direction, but Akihito had not yet noticed.
-"Don't worry, in fact, I should thank you for helping me pick out the suit"- the stranger reassured him, with a smile.
-"No problem, I like to help out when I can. I'm glad I could be of help and I hope I wasn't indiscreet."- he scratched his head slightly, embarrassed.
Before he had the pleasure of introducing himself, Asami had joined them.
-"What are you talking about?"- the question was not particularly directed at anyone, but from the way he looked at the young man he could tell he was asking Akihito.
For his part, Akihito, after realizing from his lover's tone of voice that he was getting nervous, said quickly:
-"But no big deal, I have sol--"- he could not finish the sentence.
-"This guy just gave me an opinion about my new suit"- the other man said, however, making Asami even more irritated.
-"A I didn't know you had become a fashion consultant, or that you knew anything about it."- he uttered the words, looking Akihito straight in the eye.
Oh shit! Akihito didn't know what was wrong with helping someone but Asami needed to calm down right away before he exploded.
So he waved goodbye to the man and started to head toward the room where Asami's clothes were. The golden-eyed man, understanding Akihito's intention took his hand and pulled him close to him. Turning and looking at the other man, he placed his arm around the young man's waist to let the other know whose boy he was. Slipping his hand under the already slightly raised shirt, he began to boldly tickle the young lover's back, who in response emitted a small moan that was not low enough as everyone in the hallway could hear it.
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Asami and Akihito headed for the exit with the man immediately behind them. The atmosphere had become a bit awkward for Akihito after what Asami had done and he did not feel like talking to him because he had acted like a child, but neither did the man because of his embarrassment. They walked out the door and he and the stranger greeted each other with a bow of the head as they parted.
As they waited for the limousine to arrive he turned to look at the mysterious man as he was pulling away, wondering if they would see each other again. I don't know why, but something about him kind of enchanted me. Maybe it was the eyes or maybe it was his voice, but surely the man was a guy who was hard to forget.
As soon as the car that would take Asami to his office and Akihito's car that would take him to his employer arrived, the two parted with a simple "see you later."
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As soon as he got into the car, Asami's face took on a somber, calculating look. He felt that something was about to change, and he hated not knowing what. Not to mention that an image had fixed itself in his head: the stranger's hand on his Akihito's hip. Akihito is mine. Only I can touch his skin. Next time, I will cut off the hand of anyone who even tries to touch his skin.
What's more, he hadn't even managed to fuck him as he had planned, which added to his ill humor. All the bastard's fault and the fact that Akihito was too bored...but he still found time to give advice to a stranger!
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Kirishima and Suoh were both silent, but in their heads was the same thought: neither of them liked what happened in the store. Not only because such a thing had put their boss in a bad mood, but also because they had both noticed how Akihito and the mystery man had looked at each other.
One thing was certain: they would not allow anyone to interfere in the story between Asami and Akihito, and above all, they would protect their only source of light and hope.
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