Bake Me Some Trouble [P, Exellda]

[Katla]

 

Name: Satoru Raiden [Nickname on the street - Bloody Raiden or The Thunder Dragon]

 

Age: 28

 

Looks: Being of mixed blood - Raiden has chocolate brown hair and eyes which are slightly lighter. His face is that of perfection, leaving women and men alike to turn their heads while meeting him on the street. He stands proudly at the height of 6'1" and has a body to die for. Without being bulky, he still has wiry muscles; rock hard biceps, washboard abs, nicely taut bottom and thighs. It may not be surprising how good he looks, seeing how Raiden has always been interested in practicing karate and judo along with various other sports.

 

Across his entire back is a large, golden dragon wrapped in lightning tattooed. The tips of the wings reach down his buttocks and end at his thighs.

 

 

Personality: As noted before, then Raiden is a bit of the arrogant type whom really enjoys being in control. He doesn't lose his temper easily, but if he does then whomever it was that angered him will pay dearly. He has a sadist streak and also enjoys wearing people down mentally. He's a patient man and loves to play a little game of mouse and cat. He's a bit of the selfish type, taking what he wants without really asking for permission (not that anyone would dare deny him anything).

 

The gender doesn't matter to Raiden when it comes to sex - if he finds the person sexy or interesting then he will do them. He can often find it difficult to think outside of his own box - which can lead to arguments and conflicts. Raiden doesn't really know how to show kindness nor is he known for smiling or laughing - he was after all raised in a very rough and tough environment and was raised in a very strict manner. He has yet to find the person that makes him actually want to be a tiny bit kinder, in his own arrogant way.

 

 

 

The man seated in the luxurious leather arm chair stretched his long legs with a sigh before he let his light brown eyes stray towards the door of his office. In front of him, on his expensive mahogany desk, lay a single sheet of paper. There were the information of a small company that owed a great deal of money to Raiden’s mafia, the Golden Dragon mafia. This was actually getting into a bit of a routine as of late, he mused to himself. It seemed that with each new day, more and more people would be owing him money.

 

Money is after all always an issue and will always be an issue. People have to rely on it entirely one way or the other in order to get through life. You go to school and learn whatever profession appeals to you – and then you go to work and stay there for the rest of your life, desperately trying to gather enough money to live a good life or simply to feel happy. Unfortunately for some people though, then Lady Luck often disappeared from their pathetic lives. Resulting in ruined companies and sudden, very shocking poverty. And then there were also those whom liked to gamble and play around with the hard earned money they own (or that others own for that matter). When it came to reckless actions like that, it was Raiden‘s turn to drop from the sky above and become the savior of these idiots by loaning them some money. His charming smile and alluring looks would fool anyone in believing his words when he‘d say the debt wouldn't need to be paid quickly and that the interests wouldn't grow from day to day.

 

But after the contract had been signed and the money had been transferred – Raiden practically owned these pitiful people. It didn't matter to him how they paid up, as long as they would pay him everything they owed him with a lot of interest. Without blinking, he would threaten families, push people into prostitution, torture and often kill some extra unfortunate ones. But his money would always in the end come back into his hands. So now, what was he supposed to do with this current debt he had been looking over? A little bakery that was at the end of the ropes. He had summoned a person that worked there, someone by the name of Akira Takizawa. He had been the only one to reach in that little establishment, perhaps the others had already jumped off the sinking ship by now. So this Akira was going to have to answer to Raiden.

 

The note that had been sent to the bakery had been delivered by a rather scary looking, bald guy with black sunglasses. He was around 6’4” and had such bulging muscles that the expensive suit he wore seemed to be ready to explode at any given time. The message had been very short but to the point, in a steady and clear handwriting, Akira was ordered to come to the establishment where Raiden’s office was – no later than at 1 pm. There were no indications that the letter was from the mafia, no real information was given other than the few clipped words that clearly hinted that if Akira wouldn’t come on his own accordance then he’d be taken by force by the mountain that delivered the letter.

 

It was now just around 12:30 pm, and Raiden relaxed his long body in his chair as his merciless gaze was swung towards the large doors leading into his extravagant office. Everything inside there was of dark colors. The brown rug on the floor was as soft as they got, a shelf with expensive booze was a short distance away from the door. The room was big enough to hold a twenty people party in there – but usually only Raiden and one or two people were allowed in there at any given moment.

 

The man himself whom sat behind the desk and controlled everything from the shadows seemed of just as high quality as the surroundings. His brown hair was cut rather short but still in a messy manner at the back of his head, but a few longer strands in the front were allowed to be pushed back in a leisured manner. His at-the-moment passive face looked like it had been smothered by angels; his forehead high above dark eyebrows, his light brown eyes piercing and searching, a sensual mouth which seldom curved in a small smirk. His cheekbones were elegant and slightly high, his chin strong. Covering his drool-worthy body, was one of the most expensive suits you could buy in Japan. The black color of the pants and the pure white shirt he wore underneath the ebony jacket complimented his tanned complexion and the borderline golden eyes.

 

The golden, Rolex watch on his left wrist seemed to be ticking louder with every second that passed. This Akira fellow still had half an hour to show up in here, before Raiden would become ... irritated.

 

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[Exellda]

 

 

Name: Akira Takizawa - Nicknamed 'Taki'

Age: 25

 

Appearance: Akira has jet black hair and grey eyes. He was considered to be handsome with his flawless fair skin. Standing at 5'10", Akira has a thin frame that is lightly toned. The natural look was very evident on Akira as he has no piercings or tattoos.

 

Personality: Akira is usually pretty calm. However, he is someone who easily loses his cool sometimes and can be short tempered. He's a cunning man who knows what to say to get under someone else's skin. A stubborn man, he is loyal to friends and family and usually puts their needs before his own.

 

He is currently working in the family business. A small bakery that's low key, yet popular around the city. Although he works there, however, he doesn't bake anything, no, Akira handles the money part of it. Akira was never a great chef. Akira was better at burning food rather than creating it.

 

 

 

It was late... Some time passed 12 pm, well past closing time. This was the fifth time he had counted and each time it was the same amount. Practically all of the money was gone... The grey eyed man peered into the cash register again for what seems like the millionth time. Nope. Nothing. A sigh angry sigh escaped him as he turned to face his sister, Kirino. He normally wasn't one to raise his voice at his sister, but after what she did... He would have a hard time forgiving her. "Why? Why did you gamble all the money away like that? You do realize mom and dad can't retire now!" This whole time he had been slowly saving, slowly building the bakery's reputation and taking care of the money so his parents could retire. He was going to give them the money once their anniversary came around. The money would be his thanks and his hospitality for the kindness they had shown him all this time...

 

"You don't have the right to say that to me!" Growled his redheaded sister, "I can spend it how I want, that's my money too!" She curled her fists, shaking slightly as she stared down her older brother. "You have no right to called them 'mom and dad' just because you're adopted!" Kirino cursed under her breath.

 

Akira scowled, "What the hell?" He slammed the cash register closed as he approached his sister. He rubbed his hands on his work apron. The pants he had on were dusted with powered sugar and the sleeve of his shirt had a patch of flour on it from an accident earlier in the day. His hair was a little messy after a hard days work. "Since they adopted me, that means they are my parents, idiot!"

 

"I don't care! They will never truly be your pare-"

 

"What do our parents have to do with you gambling all of the money! That was supposed to be for their retirement. What the hell were you thinking?!" Akira slapped his palm onto his forehead in a frustrated manner. "I don't-"

 

"I can't believe you're so blind! They hated you and I hated you even more!" Kirino yelled interrupting Akira's train of thought, shaking her fist at her brother. "They hated you so much that they let you work here. You obviously didn't get the picture when you clearly can't bake! You're a burden to this family!" She spat.

 

"Now, you surely don't mean that sis, that's-"

 

"No! I mean every word you ignorant asshole!" Kirino fumed, "I hated you from the beginning! Ever since you because a part of this family, you tore it apart! My mother and father never looked at me the same way! It was always you! 'Oh Kirino, look at your brother! Isn't he wonderful?' 'He's so successful, look at Akira!' 'Our son is such a good son! Always good grades and such an excellent student.' 'Kirino, why aren't you like your brother?' 'Your brother can do this, why can't you?'!" Kirino screamed with tears going down her face. "I'm sick and tired of hearing it! And you want to know why I gambled the money away!?" She gasped as she suddenly became more quieter "Because I hated you so much..."

 

Hearing this for the first time, Akira was shocked that his sister felt this way about him. He had no clue that she was suffering like this... However, "That still doesn't mean gambling away our parents money like that is going to fix anything... We'll never get that money back..." And that's when he heard a twisted laugh come out of his sister. Akira felt his heart sink, "What the hell is so funny? There's nothing funny about this!"

 

Kirino laughed, bringing her hand to her mouth and covering it. After a moment she settled down, "You want to know what's funny... Brother?" She giggled, "I didn't gamble the money... You did. Hah, I gave them your information... Your name... Everything... You want to know what makes this even better? I went to a famous casino and gambled with the Golden Dragon mafia... They'll definitively want their money you stole from them!" By now it seemed as though his sister lost her sanity. At last, she had her victory against her brother. "The best part is... I get to cry all the way home to mommy and daddy... To tell them what you did." She said in a dark voice.

 

Numbness flooded through Akira's body. How could his sister betray him like this..? She framed him... And now a mafia wanted money that he didn't have... His mind was too shocked, he was stunned into his place. Kirino smirks and makes her way to the doors of the bakery. Akira couldn't stop her so he called out to her, "Kirino w-wait... I..."

 

"Don't even give me any of your bullshit!" She threw a crumpled piece of paper at his feet. "It's passed the deadline... Akira... I hope the mafia kills you!" Kirino screamed as she slammed the bakery's door behind her.

 

Deadline... What had his sister done to him..? She got him mixed up with a mafia..? Surely... No... With shaky hands Akira leans down to grab the paper, he unfolds it and reads its contents. His fate was sealed... Kirino has indeed got him mixed up with a mafia... And now they would be coming for him... Akira checked his watch, it was 1:45 am.

 

His life was over...

[Katla]

"What exactly do you mean when you tell me that Akira Takizawa didn't personally receive my note?"

 

Raiden had his back turned on the bodyguard that had gone to the bakery on the errand assigned to him. The mafia boss didn't need to turn around and look at the flustered creature in order to know that the man was scared out of his mind. It was almost possible to smell the fear lingering in the air. This guard hadn't been working for very long for Raiden, so maybe he still didn't know how things worked around there. If Raiden sent someone a note - then the person which the note was addressed to was supposed to receive it. Not someone else - no matter what happened. A soft, disappointed sigh escaped him before he took the last sip of his whiskey. He placed the glass down on the desk, squeezed it slightly, before letting go and finally turning around. Even if the bodyguard was bigger than Raiden himself, then there was no mistaking just who had the power and respect in there.

 

"I feel a bit... disappointed."

 

Raiden rubbed lightly at his forehead before pushing his hair back, and finally his light brown eyes peered at the man with a dangerous glint reflected within them. The bodyguard's complexion got even paler, if possible, and he dropped swiftly down on his knees.

 

"P-please sir. It was my mistake, please. For-forgive me."

 

A soft 'tsk tsk' sound came from Raiden as he watched this pathetic scenery with a slight hint of disgust in his radiant eyes. He didn't really like people who had no self respect, but at the same time he could understand that this was indeed a good time for a person to beg for his mercy. Without saying anything, he grabbed his jacket from the chair and strolled past the still kneeling man.

 

"Mitsu."

 

His right hand, a man with bleached - shortly cropped hair and a large scar across his face, was instantly at Raiden's side as they left the room. A small nod from him caused others to rush into the room in order to administrate the proper punishment to the fool that had been left in there. Naturally, no blood would be left on the expensive rug - so they brought with them some plastic and towels. The man wouldn't be killed, but he'd get a good reminder - a reminder to know everything about his master so that he would properly serve him in the future.

 

"What time is it?"

 

"A little past 1 am, sir."

 

"Hmh, I believe I have a craving for some pastries."

 

It took little time to find the bakery, the black limousine was parked outside of it quietly as the surroundings were scanned. There was still light in there and a dark frown passed Raiden's handsome features as he checked his watch. It was 1:55 am and still someone around the place. As if they did not know that there was an angry dragon on their tails. If he found out that this little baker boy had ignored his summons on purpose ... The car door was opened and out stepped the powerful man. Mitsu was right at his side instantly, his icy blue eyes looking swiftly around to check out if anyone would be so foolish as to try and attack them. Without waiting, Raiden stepped up to the bakery, looked with a raised eyebrow at the ... adorably small and quaint looking establishment, before he raised a long leg and kicked open the door. Why bother checking if it was even locked, when he had a strong urge to relieve some irritation. With a loud bang and cracking sounds, the door almost came off the hinges. The mafia boss stood still for a moment and peered inside, before he boldly made his entrance - with Mitsu close on his heels and the rest (about three or so) bodyguards waiting outside.

 

Instantly, the searching gaze of Raiden found the person in question. A young man, obviously shorter and thinner than the mafia boss, but still at a quick glance had an attractive body, stood there in the middle of the room. Raiden looked him slowly up and down, his expression as superior as it could get while at it. He searched the other man's face, found it attractive as well - and noted to himself that this bakery boy had a really nice skin. I wonder if he bruises easily... At that thought, his gaze traveled back down, glancing unmistakably at Akira's thighs and crotch, before those borderline golden eyes went back up to his face. The black jacket which had been casually thrown over his shoulder as he exited his office was dropped down on a chair next to him, the action thoughtless just like the expensive material did not even matter. His white shirt was still very presentable, but he had unbuttoned two of the top buttons in his frustration earlier that day when nobody had shown up at his office.

 

"Akira Takizawa, I assume?"

 

His voice was a low and dangerous purr as Raiden sat gracefully down on a chair. Mitsu stood in the doorway, his presence lingering and looming as he waited what might happen.

 

"I feel like you don't really understand just who I am or whom you are dealing with, bakery boy. See, I'm not used to waiting for people or being stood up for that matter. And I don't really feel like those who owe me a shitload of money can actually afford such actions. So, I hope you have a good reason. And I really hope you have a good plan in order to pay me back my money."

 

His eyes were now scanning his surroundings as he talked in a casual tone, his low voice rumbling a bit with each word. His long legs were crossed as he again looked at Akira with that probing gaze of his. It'd be a shame to ruin such a pretty face and nice skin, but depending on the answer... well, Raiden had a reputation to uphold. And so, as he waited on what Akira had to say, he started to unbutton the sleeves of his pure white shirt and pulled the sleeves a bit up on his muscled and tanned arms. It was an unmistakable message of what might be coming at any given moment.

 

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[Exellda]

It was about ten minutes... Ten antagonizing minutes that Akira had to wait until he saw a limo pull up. The whole time he had been too shocked to move any farther than to the nearest chair, to run, to cry... To do anything really. He felt more useless right now than he ever had in his life. So betrayed... He never knew how much his sister hated him until tonight... Was it really true? All of those hurtful things she said to him? Did his adopted parents really say all of those things? Akira felt horrible... Burden... If he truly was a burden to the family... He wished someone would have just said something.

 

The more he thought about his impending doom, the more faint he felt. His heart raced with adrenaline while his face paled. If it was possible, he would have jumped out of his skin because he was so startled when the bakery door was kicked open. Akira sat stiff in the chair he was sitting in as the mafia boss walked in, his eyes were the only thing moving, following the mafia boss carefully. The room immediately felt colder and more intense. As if anything he did would decide his fate.

 

To say the least, the mafia boss was certainly and noticeably handsome, Akira would pale to this man's beauty. His face was structured perfectly, almost sculpted. Muscles were evident on the man's body and Akira knew, that even if he did fight back, he would sorely loose. Even his biceps were perfectly formed, thick and well defined. Yet, even though the man was handsome, he was very frightening looking and seemingly knew how to install fear into people with just one glance. The grey eyed man was at a loss for words for the moment as he felt the other's intense gaze on him. His own mind didn't register where or what the boss could have been looking at, all Akira knew was the boss was starring daggers into him.

 

For some reason it didn't surprise him that the boss knew his name. Of course he would know the name of someone who owed his a shit ton of cash... He felt the need to nod in response to his name being called. And no matter what... He was guilty either way. A mafia boss wouldn't see it his way, he was sure... He could tell the mafia boss about his sisters' fraudulent behavior and framing scheme, however it would probably look like a desperate attempt to keep the other male from killing him... Especially since he now owed a mafia boss an abundance of cash... Escape was futile as well as hopeless. Akira never thought that his life would end this way. He was going to die... At the hands of this devilishly handsome man.

 

"On the contrary..." Akira said softly as his eyes downcast and dulled. The light in his eyes had vanished the moment he started to accept his fate, "I know who you are... And I know that no apology will fix the fact that I did not make the deadline. However, I'd like to inform you that I did not receive the message you sent until about ten minutes ago..." And with that, Akira tossed the crumpled paper and watched as it landed a couple of feet away from him. "I... have nothing to give you... I don't have have the funds to pay you. There's only $50.29 in the cash register. There's obviously nothing I can negotiate. All I can give you is my life..." Akira said numbly, feeling drained, "With the money... I owe you... even then I am not sure if that would be enough to repay you..." Literally the only thing he could give the mafia boss was himself... His life. He knew that mafia boss wouldn't hesitate to kill him and to be quite honest, at that moment of time, Akira almost didn't care anymore. The betrayal had wrecked him.

 

Akira didn't expect any pity... He just hoped that however the mafia boss killed him, it would be quick.

 

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[Katla]

The sleeves were up on his arms, his earlier annoyance was by now pent up and Raiden was feeling ready to let out some steam. His gaze never faltered away from the other man in the room. It was sort of pitiful to see how that pretty face had dulled up and those grey eyes now looked at Raiden with somewhat of a fright induced stupor reflected in them. The mafia boss knew this look, it was the look of a man whom had completely given up. Knew there was no escape and no excuses to make. It was like he knew that himself without Raiden having to inform him that this was it. This was the end line. So Akira sat there like a mere shadow of himself, seemingly on the verge of withering away. Was he afraid? Disappointed that he had been found? The young boss hid an impatient sigh as he waited what he would be hearing coming from the bakery boy. Usually at this point there were some futile curse words thrown his way or even weak attempts at excuses. Some individuals even tried to flee from him.

 

After all, when people were cornered like animals and faced the predator; they usually showed their real selves and it was always interesting to the mafia boss what he would be seeing next. He leaned arrogantly back in his chair as the younger male started talking, and despite the fact that Raiden was listening then he made sure to keep his expression completely neutral - as if he did not care the least bit about what that inferior person was saying to him. At the mentioning of Akira not having received the note until 10 minutes ago, a quick and furious glance was thrown in Mitsu's direction, whom in return nodded. He'd make sure that the bodyguard whom had delivered the note would be put only in the lowliest delivery jobs from now on. And if there was ever a mistake made again... well then there would be no more chances. But even if Akira had told Raiden this, then it changed little. There was still money to be paid - and Akira was the only one to blame in this matter.

 

"50.29$ and your life."

 

Raiden let out a short burst of cruel laughter before he looked with disdain at Akira. As if the mafia boss felt a bit offended at being offered those meekly things.

 

"Do you think I will be able to gain anything by killing you? What am I supposed to do with a corpse on my hands that doesn't have any money?"

 

His hand was waved in a dismissive manner and instantly his eyes turned cold again.

 

"No, I am sure I can have more use of you alive. Young men like yourself, a bit cute and naive looking, always fetch an excellent prize in the brothels. The old, rich men love fresh meat. And then when you have been fucked half to death after a year or two, then maybe I will kill you and have your organs harvested. Perhaps after that time you will be done paying the debt. I am also thinking about burning down this place in order to get the insurance money. Even a dump like this should provide a bit of cash."

 

Whilst describing these horrible things, his voice remained passive like he had just been reciting a list of groceries that needed to be bought. This didn't matter to a man of his status after all. Why should a little grey mouse like Akira make any impact on Raiden's life? His legs were uncrossed and he started to get up as he seemed to have made up his mind. This would be it. But then, Mitsu stepped forward and started whispering in Raiden's ear. At first, the mafia boss only raised a single eyebrow whilst listening - but then, his gaze returned to Akira and he nodded absentmindedly with a gleeful glint in his eyes. As quickly as he had stepped closer to his master, Mitsu stepped away again and kept looking at the wall behind Akira. It wasn't his place to look at the prey that Raiden owned. His handsome, scarred face remained passive as he had not just heard a minute ago what had been exchanged between the two.

 

"Mitsu here reminded me that I need a personal worker. Depending on if you are actually tough enough, bakery boy. So how about it, should I give you a chance to live a bit longer or do you want to become a living sex doll for fat old men before you get killed and harvested?"

 

He sat a bit forward in his chair, a cruel smile playing across his sensual lips as he stared into Akira's eyes. The dragon was feeling playful and nobody ever got unscathed when he felt like playing some games.

 

"How about you get down on your knees, crawl over here and beg me to let you work for me? Kiss my hand and beg me to take your body and use it as I please, for whatever I can think about."

 

There was no question about the fact that any protesting at this point would be futile. Akira was dancing on a very -very- thin line, and it had only been by sheer luck that Mitsu had decided to step in for some unknown reason. So, would the bakery boy cling stubbornly onto his pride, or would he actually get down and beg like a dog? The handsome mafia boss waited eagerly, his mood now much better than before. His sadist streak was dancing with joy and a tingling feeling within his chest almost had him smile to himself. Perhaps this bakery boy would provide him with some entertainment, at least until Raiden would tire of him. He did after all rather like his fresh look, those grey eyes and that fantastic skin. Yes, the man sort of hoped that the other would get down and do as he was told - because such a good material would be a waste in the brothels.

 

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[Exellda]

Well the rumors were certainly true, the mafia boss lived up to his expectations, maybe even surpassing. A heartless soul he was... This man was obviously not to be messed with. A man like him reeked of power and seemed to be the very essence of cruel as he laughed at Akira's offer. He originally thought that he had nothing to offer but his life... However it looked as though the mafia boss had other intentions. While Akira was relieved he wouldn't be dying tonight, he felt a tight knot wind itself in the pit of his stomach as the mafia boss suggested that he could be solve into a brothel. He wasn't sure what was worse. Obviously death was not the answer... But did he really want to go to a brothel?

 

The grey eyed man seemed totally oblivious to his looks and often disregarded them but apparently the boss thought otherwise. The thought of older men violating him absolutely revolted Akira. No thanks, he'd rather die than be tortured like that. Like hell he would give up his body to strange perverted old men! - Nor did he wish for his organs to be harvested! He hated this so much... Akira felt so powerless right now. It was so irritating that he didn't have any say in this... If the mafia boss wanted to force him into a brothel, he had the power to do so. He looked around the bakery, the one that basically led him to his downfall, aided by his own sister...

 

Now that he had the chance to have his life threatened, he now also had the chance to think about the bakery. Sure, there were decent memories here... Although, now that he thought about it, he really did hate this bakery. Baking was never his thing... It was like life had a weird sense of humor, taunting and teasing him. Well then... Let the boss burn the bakery down to the ground...

 

Lady luck must have been on his side because then the boss offered him another option, which by far sounded a lot better than going to a brothel. But could he really work for a mafia boss? With the money he owed, he would probably have to work with the boss for the rest of his life. It was a rough deal, but it did catch Akira's attention. His hand found its way to his chin as he thought. Personal worker..? That didn't sound too bad at all, there had to be a catch... It was like the boss was offering him a bone and he was supposed to play fetch... Or in this case, get on his knees and beg. Akira couldn't really read the boss, he had an aura about him that gave Akira the impression that the boss wanted him to beg for his life... This small hope had lit a fire in Akira's eyes. He was willing to fight for his life since the boss gave him the option. His pride be damned...

 

There was no other option. Being sold into a brothel was out of the question. He had to... Drastic times called for drastic measures, even though his pride would probably forever have a dent. Limited by only two choices Akira had to choose the one he thought he would regret the least. It so happened that being in a brothel didn't appeal to him that much, if at all. So the second choice was the obvious choice.

 

Somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered what exactly a 'personal worker' did for the mafia boss... That thought was quickly pushed right out of his mind as he tried to focus on the task at hand. Slowly and cautiously he lowered himself onto the ground, settling gently onto his hands and knees. He was literally looking fear in the face, holding his own ground. Then the journey began. Akira forced himself to crawl towards the boss. He felt disgusted with himself... Knowing that the sooner he got this over with, the sooner he could get over it. Even though he was disgusted with himself, his eyes dared to stare steadily at the boss making eye contact the whole time.

 

However once he got within a foot radius of the boss something inside of him falter and for a moment Akira froze, his heart racing. His eyes drifted to the ground as he mentally cursed himself for stopping, mentally scolding himself for being weak and to just get this over with... This was so embarrassing... He felt his face heart up as well as the tips of his ears... This was so shameful... To say that he wasn't intimidated would a lie, he was just better at keeping himself in check. Inhaling slowly, Akira blinked a couple times before lifting his eyes again, staring straight into the boss's eyes. He then bridged the gap between them, allowing himself on hands and knees to face whatever wrath the boss would throw at him. Before moving to grab the boss's hand, Akira felt the need to rub his dirty hands onto his apron, the floor was dirtier than he thought. Then it was the moment of truth. He hoped he wouldn't be kicked, but this was a mafia boss, it wouldn't surprise him if he played dirty like that...

 

Even as Akira slowly grabbed the mafia boss's hand gently with both of his hands, he didn't shake nor falter. A part of him was scared yet he was still stubborn. His eyes had a particular glint to them, almost a look of defiance in his eyes mixed with stubbornness and a dash of bravery. He was brave, stupidly so, sometimes. With a gulp, Akira nauseously swallowed his pride before it could escape and ruin his already small chances. Then the grey eyed man's eyes flickered at the hand in front of him as he slowly kissed the back of it, then right back up to the boss. Damn him... Akira mentally cursed the mafia boss. A part of his pride would forever be damaged because of this.

 

How did someone... beg? Akira had never been in a situation that he had to do so... This was going to be so humiliating. He wanted to defy this man and tell him to fuck off... However, he didn't need instincts to tell him how bad that idea would be... That, and he knew he would surely be beaten six feet under... So with that in mind, Akira, for the last time pushed his pride down before saying, "T-take my body..." Yeah, of course he had to stutter! As if the situation couldn't get any worse. "Please use it as you want... I am in debt to you so use me however you see fit. Do with me as you wish, whatever your desire may be..." Such lewd things were for prostitutes! And Akira was not a prostitute... "I'll even give you the rights and all beneficiaries to the bakery... " He had the rights and deed to the bakery, just one signature would do. "So once you burn it, the money will go right to you and you won't have to left a finger or waste any resources." Now that, was an offer he figured he would make because he wanted to see the bakery burn. "Please take my body, my life as a 'thank-you' for giving me a second chance to prove myself."

 

He felt so disgusted... So humiliated... His pride dwindling with every word.

 

Akira blinked slowly, his grey eyes staring boldly into the mafia boss's eyes, his hands were still holding onto his as he awaited his answer... He hoped what he said was good enough. Akira was not really one to beg, so this was really killing him on the inside.

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Raiden watched closely as Akira lowered himself down and started crawling. Hot damn - that look suited the other male way too much. The mafia boss felt extremely pleased whilst watching the spectacle, and he had to admit that he liked the spunk the bakery boy had. Despite looking utterly defeated and probably feeling scared shitless, that little thing still had the courage (or stubbornness) to look Raiden in the eyes and hold that gaze. Raiden's eyes were filled with a dangerous glint which promised many -many- dirty things to come in the future, anyone else a bit more experienced in the 'dealings' with men might have understood this situation for what it really was - but for now Akira remained a bit oblivious just what he was crawling himself into. Without moving a muscle, and only keeping his eyes on his new pet, Raiden waited patiently until the other was almost all the way. For a split second, the eye contact broke but then Akira was finally there - ready to accept his fate. It pleased Raiden greatly to see the bakery boy wipe his hands on the apron before touching his hand. Well I think he's just cut out for this role, even if he himself doesn't know it yet.

 

There was no shaking or hesitating as the pet looked up at his new master. Raiden noted to himself that he would have to practice a great deal of patience and wisdom in order to let this young man obey his every order without having to use violence or threats each and every time. Despite wanting to possess the other, then Raiden still didn't feel like completely breaking his spirit. There was no fun after all to have a pet that never showed its claws and never strained a bit against the leash. The soft lips lightly touched the back of Raiden's hand - pulling his mind from the thoughts of what was going to be happening in the near future. And then he listened to the begging. The corner of his mouth lifted a bit up as his eyes flared with desire - causing the color of the iris to seemingly darken a bit. Raiden was a sensual man whom loved sex, loved fore plays and loved the game of chase. And he could tell that he would very much love playing with his new pet. The intensity of his gaze was probably enough by now to make Akira feel as if his clothes were being slowly peeled off.

 

Despite the fact that Akira seemed to hate every second of this, and it was a bit obvious to someone with a lot of experience in these matters, then he still did a very good job at what he had been told to do. He went above and beyond to save himself and that strong will to live and to please the mafia boss in order to survive told Raiden that he had gotten himself a very good pet this time.

 

"Good. You seem to be born into this role. I am very pleased."

 

His deep voice was slightly husky as Raiden reached his other hand out and cupped Akira's chin in his big, strong palm. His long fingers caressed slowly the soft skin of the other male's face. The mafia boss then slowly leaned forward in the chair - whilst staring intensely into Akira's eyes before their faces were just a few centimeters from each other.

 

"I'll make sure to use your body as I please. After all I can't ignore how prettily you beg."

 

As Raiden purred out the words, his lips were slowly descending closer to Akira's. The dragon was used to being able to make people freeze in his presence and he always enjoyed it as much each and every time. He enjoyed the fear, uncertainty and hesitation that was basically radiating from the bakery boy. He was so sure that the oblivious man in front of him had never slept with another man - that he was willing to bet his entire fortune on it. And that made him even more giddy with the thought of taming Akira to his own liking. Finally, after hovering just barely above Akira's lips - he pressed a possessing kiss against them. There was nothing gentle about the kiss, only the action of claiming what was his - getting a taste of the new possession. His lips seemed to mold against Akira's these very few seconds that the kiss lasted, then Raiden's pearly white and slightly sharp teeth nipped on the other male's lower lip before Akira was pushed harshly away to be sprawled on the floor.

 

"Mitsu will go with you to get your things. Then you will go to your new home."

 

The voice and gaze which rested on Akira were both dismissive and cold, as if Raiden had not just let their lips melt together in a bruising kiss a second before. Then the mafia boss swiftly got up and didn't spare a second glance in the other male's direction before he left the place in the same swift manner as he had entered before. Mitsu would now wait patiently until Akira would get up and get going to wherever he needed to go in order to pack his most important things. And then, Mitsu would take the bakery boy to a black car and drive him to the mansion that was Raiden's home.

 

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[Exellda]

The plus side of the situation, Akira had pleased the mafia boss, and the negative side, well, there was no need to elaborate as there was far too many negatives. Little did he knew what he signed himself up for or that his life would forever be altered from this moment on. Akira was frozen in place as the mafia boss grabbed onto his face, he had thought he was going to be punched or something until the boss learned forward, expressing how pleased he was. It didn't make Akira feel any better that he had satisfied a mafia boss through begging... How despicable...

 

What Akira didn't see coming was the kiss the mafia boss gave him. His oblivious nature to this sort of thing had him shocked, surprised and sitting stiff while he let the mafia boss have his way with him. The boss had soft yet firm lips and it was evident that he knew what he was doing, however, Akira on the other hand had an obvious lack of experience. Akira had only kissed a handful of people. All he could do was blink while his mind tried to process what the hell just happened to him. It was obvious who had the control here and it was definitely not Akira... Something told him that he never had control to begin with. He just kissed a man! No, more like the man kissed him! Admittedly the grey eyed male had never been kissed by a man before and since his mind wasn't cooperating with him, he wasn't sure if he should be offended, violated or what. Not only that, but he had never been kissed like this... let alone by someone who was so... Incredibly handsome. It was a bundle of new experiences in one kiss...

 

What the fuck just happened?

 

And once the boss separated their lips Akira felt himself pushed backwards. He didn't even save himself from hitting the floor as he was too stunned to do anything at the moment. What the hell did he sign up for? He was so fucked... A deal with the devil himself, Akira was sure that was what he did a moment ago... He felt like the boss had sucked out his soul through that kiss, forever sealing his fate... His mind barely registered that he would be packing up his things according to the boss... And he supposed he would have to do as the man said, otherwise he wouldn't have to wear tomorrow... Should he even be grateful about this? Happy? This moment was certainly bittersweet.

 

His sister had screwed him over so hard... And Akira hoped that he could live long enough to get the chance to have his revenge...

 

It was when the boss was out of site and the limo left that Akira had the nerve to move again. His whole body felt numb and his mind was still trying, desperately, to figure out what the fuck just happened... Unfortunately he could not just lay there and think about it, he had to get up. His life was on a thin thread he was sure...

 

Rising slowly to his feet, Akira said nothing as he hung his head and with wobbly legs he started to walk towards the door. He stopped in the doorway, pausing for a moment as he stripped off his apron. "Good riddance..." He muttered, looking around the bakery for probably one last time as it might not be standing for too long. Then he turned his attention to Mitsu who had been standing there silently this whole time. He didn't really seem like the type to talk much and Akira really didn't want to strike up a conversation with the man... His embarrassment still heavily lingered upon his shoulders and his pride was belittled. "I'm less than a block away..." He said, glumly passing Mitsu and starting to lead the way back to his apartment complex.

 

To say the least, despite all that had happened, it was a nice night out... It was as if the world was mocking him, sending him to hell and excitedly waiting for the torture to begin. Akira led the way at his own pace and within two minutes he was standing at the front door of his apartment. Fumbling with his keys, both from his nervousness at that moment and from the feeling that Mitsu was giving off - it felt like he was staring a hole into his back! - He finally got the stupid door open. Akira didn't bother closing the door behind him and walked right in to a completely organized and cleaned living room. Making a bee-line for his bedroom, Akira pulled a medium sized black suit case and opened it. It took less than five minutes to fill it completely with various clothing items -consisting mostly of both casual and business attire. The only odd thing he put in the suit case was a calculator. For some reason he found calculators to be calming. They were something he could control when he had no control at all.

 

Somehow Akira managed to fit almost a months worth of clothes and at least two pairs of shoes into the suit case. Yet he wasn't done. The clothes he had on would not do. They were filthy with residue of the bakery. So Akira pulled one of his favorite suites out and made his way, quickly into the bathroom and shutting the door behind him. He didn't have the time to take a shower, otherwise he would have, but until then, he shed his clothes and switched right into the suit. Akira cleaned up fairly well despite everything that had happened so far... However he couldn't help but to pause once he saw himself in the mirror. The image was seemingly no longer innocent and youthful but dulled and exhausted looking. That life was over... So it seemed. Akira could feel a tear fall down his cheek and he was quick to wipe it away. His life was going to be total shit he just knew it... He open the bathroom door now that he was fully dressed again. "Alright, I'm ready to go..." Take me to my doom... Then Akira grimly followed Mitsu to a black car, allowed himself to get inside, sitting in the back and bringing his one suit case with him. Then he mentally said good-bye, possibly forever to his normal life as Mitsu drove off...

 

Once they arrived, Akira realized at that moment the mafia boss had an extravagant mansion. Holy shit, this guy was loaded! Akira frowned slightly as his heart raced. He would have to live here, wouldn't he..? He sighed as he opened his own door, stepping out of the black car and was so mentally unprepared as to what hell he was about to endure once he stepped inside the mansion -not to mention exhausted.

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"If you would follow me, please."

 

Mitsu had already gotten out of the car and motioned for Akira to follow him. Unlike his master, the scarred man seemed rather polite and reserved despite looking a bit like an assassin / warrior. The mansion they stood in front of was of an impressive size; it stood on three floors and seemed to be filled with endless rooms and space. It had a bit of a Victorian style to it and was just as beautiful as it was overwhelming. Windows and balconies seemed to be everywhere and if one looked closely in the dim light they’d notice something like a large garden behind the establishment. Behind the two men, iron gates slowly closed. The place was well protected – for a good reason. Nobody was around as the two men made their entrance, since it was after all really late in the night. Mitsu walked ahead of Akira at a fast pace, yet slow enough for the bakery boy to follow.

 

"Your room is on the second floor. You will rest now and then be woken up tomorrow to be informed of your duties."

 

They made their way up a staircase and then Mitsu turned to the left and opened the door of the first room. It was a spacious and beautiful room, with a dark grey and soft rug covering the entire floor. The rug was fluffy and clean enough to make anyone want to sleep on it. In the middle of the room itself was a queen sized bed with carved out wooden posts. At least three pillows and two covers were noticeable in it. A bit to the side of the bed was a huge window and a small balcony outside of it. There was a big closet for Akira's clothes in there, along with a small desk and a chair, and then a door inside of his room that led into a medium sized and beautifully pure white bathroom with a shower and a large bathtub. All in all, despite being at somewhat slave rank in the mafia - then Akira at least got a room fitting a royalty.

 

Mitsu let himself disappear from sight as soon as he was sure that the newcomer would be alright on his own. Now, Akira would have some time to himself to bathe, sleep or wallow in self-pity and fright.

 

~ ~ ~

 

At precisely 8 in the morning, a knock would sound at the door and Mitsu would make his way into the room with a few packages in his arms. Without missing a beat, he would place the packages on the side of Akira’s bed before handing the other man a note. On the note would be instructions to come to Raiden’s office as soon as he was done getting dressed. There was also a specific ‘request’ (more like an order) from the mafia boss that Akira would be wearing the clothes provided to him and not his own during the working hours. He could choose to do so, or work naked. By now, Mitsu had left the room before his presence had even been noticed, but left the clothes for Akira to sort through. He would wait outside for the other male to change his clothes before he'd take him directly to Raiden's office.

 

In the first package was a lace panel maid dress with cap sleeves, a small white apron, a black neck piece made from silk and white cotton underwear. The front of the dress was see-through, making the chest and abdomen completely visible through the thin and fragile fabric - and the skirt of the dress was just barely long enough to cover the top of Akira’s thighs. In the package were also black thigh high lace stockings with a lace top and bows.

 

In the second package was a black satin maid dress with white ruffle trim, puff sleeves, attached apron, white satin front bow and a head piece. This dress was completely without a back, only just fitting together at the back of the neck and slightly above the butt. Thigh high net stockings were also included along with black, silken – very small - underwear. The skirt of this dress was just as short as of the other one – making it impossible to reach up or bend forward without giving a good view of the underwear.

 

The third package held a very sexy lingerie outfit; a halter top – leaving Akira‘s abdomen completely naked – with a very low cut, a lacy collar detail, lace trimmed wrist cuffs, scrunched bust accent, backside tie and a matching mini skirt with a lacy apron. Tiny, pure white, silken underwear followed this outfit along with thigh high white lace stockings with bows at the top.

 

Only one pair of black shoes - with a barely noticeable heel - followed all of these packages; indicating that Raiden was not really a man whom enjoyed high heels (lucky for Akira). Now it was up to the unfortunate man to sort through and decide just which outfit he would be putting on for the day to come.

 

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[Exellda]

As Akira followed Mitsu to his doom, he realized that this mansion was no 'doom' at all. In fact it was so freaking nice that as Mitsu lead him to what would be his room Akira's mouth had been agape. Absorbing all the fine details, every bit of decor, and the vastness of the mansion, Akira could tell that the mafia boss only allowed the highest and could afford the best quality of living. He was going to live here!? He felt like he was walking into someones throne, which, technically he was.

 

Much to his relief Mitsu informed him that he would be able to rest. Thank goodness because he was so exhausted, both physically and mentally. He had to admit, the boss had an excellent acquired taste. At one point he swore he saw a vase that probably would be worth as much as his life's earnings. Note to self, don't go near the vase...

 

Soon Mitsu had lead him to his new room and just like the rest of the house, it was top quality. Literally dream worthy things were in the room. Akira had never been in a room that was so nice and expensive before. This was his room? Akira had been so distracted by the room and gorgeous bathroom that he hadn't noticed Mitsu disappearing. He was alone now... Left to gawk at the room that demanded his attention.

 

Eventually though, Akira did decide to move... He would have more opportunities to explore later. Right now, his attention was on the bathroom. He was kind of glad he had waited to take a bath... He would surely enjoy this greatly enjoy this. Without even thinking about it, Akira left his bag next to the bed and marched himself into the bathroom while stripping off his clothes in the process. Akira quickly turn on the tub, watching as it started to fill with hot water. Amazingly this room seemed have its own room service because there was soap, shampoo and even body wash. Stepping into the hot tub, Akira let out a soft groan as the hot water lightly burned his skin. This tub was simply fantastic... A part of him knew that he should be fairly upset right now... But how could he possibly get upset in such a nice tub... He felt like he would soil its 'good' nature. Plus he was too tired to complain right now and as of now, he was going to enjoy this tub to the fullest.

 

By the time Akira got out, he was clean from head to toe, glowing in his natural beauty and slightly pruney. He nakedly walked back into his room, humming softly because he felt really good after taking baths or showers and then opened his suit case. After he found a matching set of pajamas he pulled them on and then hopped into the incredible queen sized bed. Fuck, it was so comfortable... Akira didn't feel surprised by this, nothing but the best for the mafia boss, he supposed. He could freak out some other time... Right now was sleep time and Akira planned to gain as much as he could before he had to wake up in the later morning...

 

~ ~ ~

 

It was eight in the damn morning when Akira was awakened. He groaned softly, sitting up to see Mis=tsy come in, hand him a not and deliver three bags. What the hell..? His mind was still half asleep. It was too early for this shit to be starting... Ugh. Akira yawned and stretched his arms above his head. What was he going to do..? He hadn't even eaten yet... Damn.

 

Akira decided that he should lazy around. Obviously he was going to work for the boss right away... Perhaps he had some special suit he was supposed to wear. Though his gut warned him that this job wasn't going to be as innocent Akira was thinking it was to be, he mistook his gut feeling as being nervous. Akira read the note, the scowled as he realized that he would have to choose one of the uniforms that were brought to him.

 

As soon as he opened the first package, Akira's poor heart sank. "W-what the hell..? He wants me to wear this? Surely one of the others would be more suitable..." But no, they were not, Akira soon discovered as he opened the other two packages... So the boss apparently wanted him to dress as a slut while he worked... How was he supposed to work in a slutty outfit? No one would take him seriously! He didn't have any idea what the boss was thinking sending him these... However he couldn't really argue against them because... His eyes darted at the note... He rolled his eyes as he cursed the mafia boss. He was going to take advantage of what happened yesterday and surely use his body as he pleased... It sickened Akira to think that he had begged for the mafia boss to use his body...

 

Cringing, Akira had to pick one... And truth be told... He had no idea which would be the best to wear... He didn't want to give the boss the joy of seeing so much skin exposed... So he immediately disregarded the third option... So now he had two maid dressed... It appeared that either way, the skirts were too short. He briefly wondered if this was how woman felt... Going with his earlier judgement, he decided that the second one showed more skin than the first one... He felt like he would be more comfortable if he was more covered up... And despite the fact that the front of the maid dress was practically see-through, it was much better than having a naked back. It would at least give the allusion that was mostly clothed.

 

Now that he had selected the first maid dress, he sighed heavily as he took off his pajamas. It took him about seven minutes to get the stupid dress on, let alone the accessories. It was kind of disgusting how well the maid uniform fit every curve of his body... How did the boss know what size he wore? Perhaps the boss was messing with him... This was surely a lucky guess... Yeah... Lucky.

 

Akira slipped on the shoes and quickly glanced around to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything. About damn time, he had all on... So then Akira decided to look into the bathroom mirror, scowling in horror as he saw his reflection. Damn, this this was see-through... Rubbing his hand crossed his chest he noticed how it felt like nothing was there... He could see his chest all the way down to his abs. His body was slightly toned that when one would look closely, they could see the outlines of his muscles, but by far not as muscular as the boss. He had never noticed how long his legs seemed to be... Nor how the skirt was so low that if he bent over ever so slightly, his ass was open for plain view. It didn't help that if he held his hands above his head his butt could be seen as well... The cotton underwear literally did almost nothing to hide him. Akira quickly pushed the skirt down, pulling it down with his hands. "I hope that bastard doesn't think I will cook in this... Because he's in for a surprise... I can't cook... So this outfit is practically useless unless he plans to have me clean..." Akira muttered, though he supposed cleaning wouldn't be too bad of a job...

 

This was so embarrassing... He was sure the mafia boss was some sort of pervert...

 

After sighing for what seemed like the hundredth time, Akira, once again sucked in his pride as he glanced back at his new room and then opened the door. He followed Mitsu tiredly to the devil himself. It was too early in the morning to see such a devilishly handsome man let alone deal with his shit.

 

What Akira didn't know nor realized was that he had amazing thighs that were complemented well with the thigh high socks he was wearing. His figure even filled out the uniform perfectly with a snug tightness. The best part about his appearance; Akira still clearly looked oblivious to what was going on. He had a natural beauty to him so the uniform looked as though it was natural as well, thus giving it the allusion that he had been wearing maid uniforms all his life. "So... what's the meaning of this..?" Akira questioned the boss as he pointed, gesturing to the maid costume. It was clear as day that he had no clue what he got himself into.

 

Yeah... There went his dignity as he watched the mafia boss's eyes scan over his body...

 

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Despite feeling a bit tired and worn out from all the work the past few weeks - Raiden still looked like he had just recently stepped out of a fashion magazine. He was wearing a white shirt and black pants which fit him snugly, his hair was pushed back as he was bent over a pile of documents on his desk as the two males entered his office. The office itself was luxurious as was to be expected. It was filled with dark colors; dark brown, black and dark red. Two large armchairs were in there, a bookcase, mini-bar, Raiden's desk and an armchair for him. For a short moment there was only silence as he didn't acknowledge their presence. But then after he was seemingly finished reading what needed reading, he lifted his piercing gaze and settled it onto the young man clad in the maid outfit. Instantly, he waved Mitsu away - whom of course disappeared like only he could - before Raiden stood up and walked around the desk to stand in front of it. His heated gaze raked shamelessly up and down Akira. The mafia boss didn't say anything and didn't do anything else but look his fill for a few long seconds.

 

"This look suits you well. I didn't notice yesterday how beautiful your thighs were. And you have the cutest, pink nipples as well."

 

His tone was extremely teasing as he purred out the words. His gaze settled next onto Akira's crotch, before Raiden suddenly pushed himself away from the desk and approached the smaller male. Even if the younger male was in no way a fragile little creature - the Dragon still seemed to tower over him. His powerful body moved smoothly like that of a large, feline predator. He stopped just a few centimeters from Akira, the toes of their shoes almost touching. With a single finger he pushed underneath Akira's chin so that he might get a better look at his face.

 

"You don't look as grey and mousey as you did yesterday. You are actually very pretty right now. Seductive with that innocent looking face of yours and those oblivious eyes, like you really just don't know what your purpose here is."

 

It wouldn't be long until the bakery boy would realize what his position within this mansion was. This 'personal worker' was just a more professional title than 'sex toy' was. But, despite who he was and what he did on daily basis - then Raiden was not a rapist. True, he did enjoy some tortures and games of humiliation - but he liked to conquer. There was nothing to be had out of raping someone, if he had to force a person to have sex with him ... then there was no victory for him. No, rather he wanted to make Akira want him. He was going to seduce that male out of his clothes, have him cry and beg for Raiden's touch - and only then would he truly possess him. Only then would he take him.

 

The Dragon boss leaned forward and his heated gaze rested on Akira's lips, but instead of kissing the other male again, he only bent to his neck and slowly inhaled his scent. Raiden himself smelled of a light and expensive cologne that was very sparingly used. He smelled ... male. And he liked how Akira smelled, a hint of lemon - and that was only to be expected as Raiden had picked out the soaps and shampoo that the other male used. His lips just barely brushed against Akira's sensitive skin under his ear, before the mafia boss pulled back and walked a slow circle around his new pet. His hand reached forward and traced a light path down Akira's back before Raiden stood before him again and looked with interest at his very exposed front.

 

"You have a better body than I would have given you credit for. I was honestly expecting you to look more frail, but I'm glad for once to be proven wrong."

 

He reached out and stroked his hand against Akira's chest and down his abdomen. It was really just like he was checking out a new statue or a vase that he had bought. Despite the fact that his eyes had a fire lit within them, then he also had the look of someone that was pleased with what he had gotten for himself at the store.

 

"So your job here will be to do some light cleaning. But most of all, you are to entertain me. I need something pretty to look at after a difficult day. I need something pretty to touch as well. You will also attend some meetings to give my guests something nice to look at. Although I wont let them touch you, I'm a very selfish man after all."

 

The corners of his sensual mouth were pulled up in a cruel smile that didn't quite reach his eyes as he pulled his hand away from Akira's warm skin, and then looked casually at his face like he had not just been describing the other male's future as his ... toy for entertainment.

 

"I'm feeling hungry. Breakfast should come soon and then you will first serve me, before you get to eat. I'll then find something for you to do afterwards."

 

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From the moment Akira walked in, he found himself to be the pinnacle of the boss's attention. While he was slightly intimidated by the boss, he firmly stood his ground. Even though he had only met the man yesterday, Akira couldn't help but to feel slightly confident because he was now rested and clean. Sure, the maid dress to an extent was quite embarrassing and he still had yet to understand what it had to do with his job. With he way the boss eyed him -mach like a child eyed candy- Akira felt like he was dressed this way because the boss was just trying to make him miserable. Akira wanted to prove that it wouldn't be that simple. He could handle this measly costume, dignity or not.

 

However... As the boss circled him, his eyes never leaving his body, and the lewd words that came out of the boss's mouth... Akira was starting to get the hint that this was not a simple job. Probably because a personal worker meant something else to the mafia boss. In fact, the closer the boss got to him, the more he felt like the other male was purposely trying to mess with him... He got a tingling sensation once the boss was close to him. This man obviously didn't know what personal space was... And for a second, Akira thought that the boss was going to kiss him like last time. Luckily no, but this time the boss was at his neck.

 

The boss had a particular scent to him, one the Akira couldn't defined. All he knew was that it smelled nice and that it was probably very expensive. For sure, Akira thought he felt the boss's lips touch his neck... Just what was the man trying to do? The boss seemed to be good at confusing Akira thus far... And at the same time give him a tingling sensation that he didn't know how to explain... He could still feel it as the boss moved his hand down his chest- all the way down to his abdominal area... Seemingly wherever the boss had touched him felt a little heated. It was like his body had already figured out what Akira had not... So it seemed that his mind was about to find out as well.

 

For some reason it was when the boss mentioned that he would have to entertain his guest and that he wouldn't let them touch him, was also when Akira finally started to understand. Between the seemingly awkward teasing and being touched by the mafia boss, Akira's mind seemed to be finally catching up with the fact that he was no 'personal worker'... No... He was a- "T-toy!?" That was the first thing he said after standing there for so long, unmoving. Immediately a blush lit up his face. The realization hit him like lightning. It all fell together now. Everything made sense. Why he was dressed this way. All the awkward compliments. The teasing and the touches- which by the way, were still giving him this weird tingling sensation.

 

Akira had let out a small gasp at his realization and took a step back from the boss. His eyes had widen slightly as his hand went to his neck, right next to his ear and absentmindedly started to rub the skin- wanting that weird sensation to go away. "Who knew the mafia boss of the Golden Dragon mafia was such a pervert?" He said, only his stomach acknowledged the comment about food. "I'm no 'personal worker', am I... -boss..?" Akira wasn't sure what to call the man. Though he did know that the mafia boss's name was Raiden because he was very well known. He had known this whole time, but didn't feel the need to call him by name until now... "I'm... some kind of play thing- a toy or slave or something." Akira muttered as he moved both his hands down to the skirt of the dress, suddenly feeling very self conscious and pulled them down.

 

"S-so..." Akira stuttered as he replayed what happened last night -this morning- in his mind... "I basically begged... to be your toy..." How could he have so oblivious until now? Akira felt so stupid, and usually he was so cunning. His sister really threw him off... And to think that he assumed that everything would be smooth sailing from here... That he would just have to clean for the mafia boss and that was it... But no... Apparently he was going to be seduced by the man too- which a part of his mind didn't think that would be too bad. What was he going to do? Akira had no experience with this kind of shit.

 

The grey eyed man was almost too embarrassed by now. He couldn't admit to the mafia boss that he had no idea how this was supposed to work. His mind started to drift, wondering if the boss would kick him out once he realized how much he lacked in experience...

 

This was what he got himself into and there was no turning back... It was either do or die trying for Akira. There was no way in hell he would go to a brothel... He could probably deal with the boss... And maybe even possibly avoid anything that wasn't cleaning... But how long would that last until the boss forced himself onto him? He was a mafia boss after all, and from what Akira heard, Raiden was pretty heartless and probably would not care too much about something like that...

 

But of course, now that Akira had figured this out, he wouldn't let the boss have his way so easily, not if he could help it... Or control himself.

 

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[Katla]

The Dragon boss let out a loud laughter as Akira seemed to finally have realized just -what- his new role was to be. There was nothing delightful or cute about that laughter, truly it only sounded pure evil. This man was having the time of his life over Akira's misery - there was no other way to put it. It was so cute how the bakery boy stuttered out that single word 'toy' before he blushed a delightful red color. It suited his pretty complexion and the outfit he wore. Raiden could definitely feel himself get a little bit 'stirred' by the whole spectacle. Who could have known that having someone so obviously without experience could be so damn fun?

 

"You are very right about that. Last night, you begged to be my toy. My personal whore. And I think you'll do excellently at the job. This adorable expression on your face is just making me want to bend you over my desk right now and take you as hard as I'd like to. But... alas, I doubt you have ever slept with a man, so it'd be a pity to ruin your precious little hole."

 

Raiden started to unbutton the top of his shirt whilst he looked at Akira with something border-lining frustration and desire reflected in his fierce eyes.

 

"Seeing as you are new here, I'll be giving you a short tour on how to properly address me. First of all, you will call me Raiden-sama or sir. Second of all, never forget your place when you are around me. A pretty fuck doll like yourself isn't supposed to have a voice or mind of his own. Got it? And calling me a pervert ..." A dangerous grin lifted the corners of Raiden's mouth, exposing a row of pearly white teeth, "well that certainly makes me want to act like one. I suppose I can do a little sampling before breakfast..."

 

He couldn't have explained it to himself even if he tried. Just why that young male stirred him so much, seemed to be able to irritate him so quickly yet also make him horny for him. Was it the inexperience? Perhaps Raiden was tired of people that tried too hard at gaining his attention. However, as soon as he had stopped talking, the powerful man took a step closer to Akira. His right hand snatched forward and grabbed painfully tight onto the smaller male's left wrist, before Raiden practically dragged him towards his working desk. But instead of actually pushing Akira forward onto the desk as threatened before, then the mafia boss promptly sat down into his comfortable armchair and pulled Akira down onto his lap.

 

The slight weight of the younger male didn't seem to phase Raiden the least bit, as a strong arm circled Akira's waist in order to keep him still on the dragon's lap. His other hand moved forward onto Akira's chest, where Raiden used his long fingers to pinch and pull lightly on a single pink nipple and then moving onto the next one to repeat the gesture. There was no mistaking the already large bulge which was firmly pressed against Akira's bottom, but he'd probably not have time to think about that as Raiden's sharp teeth dug into his shoulder through the dress's material, just hard enough to leave a good mark without actually drawing blood.

 

Raiden's mouth then worked itself up onto Akira's neck, where the Dragon boss feasted upon the sensitive flesh with his tongue and lips - lightly licking and trailing his mouth towards Akira's ear until he nipped on his earlobe. The hand which had been busy rubbing and punishing Akira's nipples, trailed down his chest and abdomen to rest intimately on his upper thigh.

 

"Such soft skin..."

 

The words were growled into Akira's ear as Raiden started slowly stroking up Akira's inner thigh and down it again - his movements slow and sensual as he pressed the smaller male even tighter against him. Rubbed his hardness up against the cute bottom which was resting so snugly against Raiden. The arm which had held him in place went up, Raiden's hand grabbed firmly onto Akira's chin and he turned his head so that they could face each other, and then without giving the other male a moment to gain his senses; he claimed Akira's sweet lips for the second time since they had met. This time however, he bit the other male's lower lip until he'd obediently open his mouth slightly so that Raiden could sweep his tongue into his mouth and tangle it with Akira's tongue.

 

Just as he had thought, that male tasted just as sweet and innocent as he looked...

 

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[Exellda]

The laugh that escaped the mafia boss mad the grey eye male feel uneasy. That was some cynical laugh he had there, one that truly sounded that of absolute evil. The sound itself gave Akira chills than crawled down his spine. His mouth agape slightly as he heard what the other male wanted to do to him, that, and he also acknowledged that the boss had somehow figured out that he lack experience... His lack of experience was literally the only thing that was saving his ass right now. Akira wasn't sure how he should feel about that... Yet he was slightly nervous as he glanced at the desk that belonged to the mafia boss and then back at the boss himself. There was no doubt in his mind that eventually Raiden could have his way with him...

 

Blinking slowly, Akira realizes that Raiden is unbuttoning his shirt slightly. He feels the pressure on him at that moment. "No voice... Or mind..?" Fuck doll..? Akira asked quietly to himself so the boss couldn't hear him. That would certainly be hard for him because not only did Akira have a degree but he also knew for a fact that he would stay silent... He had his own voice and opinions, thoughts and feelings... Akira would let the mafia boss believe that he would be taking those away from him for now... But when it came down to it Akira would speak his mind if he found it necessary. Just because he was supposedly this man's play thing now, didn't make him stupid. Akira was a cunning man and deserved some kind of respect. And he would make it his goal to get the Dragon to respect him. Being a play thing didn't mean he didn't have any feelings... There was more than just fear and pain...

 

Unfortunately, Akira was briefly distracted by his thoughts so when Raiden went to grab him, Akira didn't see it coming. Even if he wanted to get away from Raiden, he simply couldn't because the other male was far stronger than he was, his grip was even a little painful... It was very obvious that the boss had more muscle than Akira did. However, despite this fact, it didn't stop Akira from trying to resist. "P-please- N-no-" He said in a nervous tone, thinking that Raiden was going to bend him over the desk like he mentioned. He was slightly afraid of what the boss was about to do to him. Luckily, they didn't go to the mafia boss's desk... Although Akira found himself being pulled onto the mafia boss's lap once the boss had sat down in his armchair.

 

The grey eyed man didn't know what to do in this situation other than to try to escape Raiden's grip before this got out of hand. However his attempts were futile once Raiden secured an arm around his waist. Akira could push against Raiden or even use the arm rests as support but he wasn't going anywhere, not with Raiden's grip... A small gasp escaped past his lips as the mafia boss touched his nipple. He hadn't suspected -any of this- to feel slight pleasure out of this. No- this wasn't right- "Ah- R-Raiden-sama!" He cried out in surprise as the Dragon bit him, he quickly quieted himself into a small hiss. And as much as it hurt, the feeling of being bitten mixed with his nipples being toyed with brought him unwanted arousal. No matter if he didn't want it, he couldn't control his body and what it wanted.

 

By the time Raiden had reached his ear, Akira's brows were furrowed, cheeks flushed and breathing slightly heavily as he didn't know how to control himself. He had never realized how sensitive his neck area was until now... Without even knowing it, Akira's head had tilted slightly as Raiden worked his way up his neck, giving the other male more access... His lack of experience was working against him as he found himself slowly enjoying Raiden's rough treatment. He physically shivered once the mafia boss nipped at his ear. His whole neck seemed to tingle from stimulation of Raiden's bites and licks...

 

The blood that usually fueled Akira's mind seemed to be flowing the other direction, south. His pupils were dilated slightly as he slipped into Raiden's lust slowly... He couldn't explain why his body was reacting the way it was nor could he stop it from happening... More than likely when he broke out of this lust he would realize what had happened and feel disgusted with himself later... But for now... He was finding that he rather enjoyed this... The grey eyed man was seemingly overwhelmed with Raiden's dominance.

 

Akira had hardly noticed the hand on his upper thigh until he heard the comment Raiden made while pulling him even closer. His underwear was so thin that it almost seemed as though he really wasn't wearing anything... The bulge that was pressed against his butt was very prominent and gave him goosebumps. Akira didn't really have time to think about -anything- it before Raiden's hand was under his chin and turning his head. Grey eyes stared at the other's almost golden eyes for a brief moment, he knew what was going to happen now... His resistance to the kiss was very little, if any. However, once he felt the mafia boss bite onto his bottom lip, Akira hesitated as his heart started to race... But finally he opened his mouth and closed his eyes in the process as Raiden's tongue found its way into his mouth. A foreign noise escaped Akira at that moment. The moan had slipped out on accident as Raiden's tongue dominated his mouth. If he had to say, Raiden tasted like power and a mixture of other things Akira couldn't think of at the moment... And quite frankly, it turned Akira on.

 

The hands that were once pushing against Raiden were now shaking slightly as they gripped onto the fabric of his clothes. Akira never thought nor dreamed a man would make him feel aroused and slightly horny. It was like he had a piece of some intoxicating and highly addictive drug. While Akira's hands and mouth were preoccupied, his hips seemed to be on their own level of thought as the moved, moderately twitching... It was more like Akira was slowly grinding against Raiden's bulge without even thinking about it. His body felt like it needed some kind of friction... Something... The panties he had on were thin as well as stretchy enough... That his arousal was starting to show, a bulge of his own slightly lifting his skirt. And once Akira so happened to see this, he tried to close his legs in an attempt to hide it. He felt like he should be so ashamed... Yet here he was, aroused so easily by such simple touches...and he wanted more...

 

At this rate he was sure to be leaking pre soon and he hadn't been touched yet...

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[Katla]

An encouraging grunt escaped the mafia boss as he felt Akira gradually melt up against him. The very weak attempts at escaping had ceased surprisingly quickly as Raiden had started eating the other male up. And now he had a little moaning kitten on his lap. Truly, that bakery boy made the cutest sounds and reactions. There was nothing fake or exaggerated about the way he moved his hips slightly and was grinding against the Dragon, or how he tilted his head, hesitantly accepted the kissing. Such an honest, natural reaction, made Raiden feel like his pants could burst at any given moment. His dick was almost getting painfully hard underneath that deliciously tempting bottom that was tentatively grinding up against him. But instead of actually giving in to the temptation of unzipping his pants and letting all Hell break loose - then Raiden focused on making his new pet make more cute sounds.

 

He kept kissing him lazily, not being in any hurry as he kept seducing the innocent male on his lap. His tongue twirled slowly around Akira's before Raiden sucked lightly on his bottom lip. He slowly pushed his tongue between Akira's lips again, encouraged the other male to repeat his own gestures, captured his lips between his own, sucked on his tongue, and then trailed his mouth down Akira's chin and onto the side of his neck again. He was pretty sure he'd never get enough of how the other male tasted and felt underneath his questing mouth and fingers. He sucked hard on a delicious spot underneath Akira's ear whilst pushing his hips a bit upward in response to the light grinding.

 

His hand, that had been busy with stroking Akira's thighs before, now moved slowly up and underneath the skirt - a pleased groan escaping from deep down in Raiden's throat as he felt that Akira was more than a little aroused. His strong hand stroked against the other male's hardness through the soft underwear - he could feel a small dampened spot in the fabric - and smirked a bit against the sensitive flesh of Akira's neck. His sharp teeth were again nipping and biting here and there as he grabbed the bakery boy's hard cock firmly, without trying to make it painful, and slowly stroked up and down - letting the fabric of the underwear stretch and rub against the sensitive and strained flesh. As he repeated the gesture again, his other hand started to rub and pinch Akira's nipples. Perhaps he could actually make that cute male cum before breakfast would be served...

 

He sneaked his hand underneath the fabric of the underwear and directly touched Akira's cock, his fingers stroked it lightly up and down before he squeezed it firmly. The mafia boss had a great deal of a need to taste that rapidly hardening cock he held in his hand. But not wanting to break the intimate contact they had; he only continued the stroking, licking, biting and grinding. It was only a matter of time before his self control would snap like a little twig, and then he'd have that other male on his back; screaming and moaning with each thrust... Raiden growled loudly in frustration as he let go of Akira's hard and damp cock, his fingers now trailing further down between Akira's legs to probe at the place which was stuck on Raiden's mind. The place he wanted to drill hard and long. At least he could get a little idea of just how delightfully tight it was ...

 

He was only just reaching his goal, when the door was opened and in walked Mitsu. Without missing a beat, Raiden would only glance up - his fingertip brushing up against Akira's little hole. "Sir..." There was no mistaking the scolding tone, as Mitsu pointed at his watch and raised a single eyebrow. Ah damn. The first meeting of the day... and no breakfast nor orgasm... He groaned and stopped all of his activity, cruelly letting Akira stand up without actually allowing him to ... finish what had been started. With a smirk, he whacked the other male on the bottom - groping the soft flesh a little bit at the same time - before he dismissed him as easily as if nothing had happened.

 

"Well, hop along and find something to do. I'm sure Mitsu can show you the place and get you a task."

 

Raiden busied himself with fixing his shirt, pants and hair (while noting to himself that he'd better not stand up during his meeting unless he wanted to give his guest a show), while Mitsu waited for Akira to start walking towards the door. It was a shame they had to stop so abruptly, but the day was just beginning after all.

 

"Oh and Akira ... we will be finishing this later today. Don't stray too far."

 

A saucy wink would greet Akira if he'd look back at the mafia boss before Mitsu would swiftly guide the male out of the door and out of the way of the incoming guest.

 

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[Exellda]

The bridge of temptation was growing stronger with every touch, every kiss they shared. Akira was slowly being absorbed into Raiden's lust, like a man who had fallen into quicksand. As their kissing progressed, Akira was thankful for the mafia boss's slow pace, because his lack of experience he was trying to learn on the fly. This was increasingly hard to do with all of the distractions around him, yet Raiden was kissing him slow, tasting him like Akira was attempting to do. He felt slightly encouraged to mimic his movements with his tongue and in his heat of pleasure he really wanted to take advantage of this. Akira went so far as to suck lightly on the other males tongue, wanting more of his intruders taste. Raiden had very kissable lips and a tongue that seemed to know where to look inside his mouth. Akira wouldn't admit later that he liked the other's tongue tangling with his, not rushed in the least even though they were both heated.

 

While they were kissing, his hips that were moving hadn't stopped in the slightest, merely slowly grinding into Raiden now. The grey eyed male didn't know how he could be so easily seduced by his captor, the source of all evil in this mansion, the one who he was in debt to and begged to be a pet for, the Dragon. His eyes opened once more when the boss stopped kissing him, slowly trailing down his chin and over to his neck. Akira let out a small hiss of pleasure as Raiden sucked on his neck, right where it tingled the most and then sharply gasped when the boss pushed his bulge into his. It honestly felt like the other male was trying to fuck him through his clothes. And had they been naked, Akira was sure that's what he'd be doing... and that made him nervous.

 

It was then that Akira noticed Raiden's hand moving up his skirt, making contact with his own growing erection. The much needed contact made Akira whimper in pleasure. He hadn't realized how much he wanted this, how he was already leaking pre from excitement and arousal. That whimper was then followed by a muffled moan because Akira had been biting his lip, his hips giving a little thrust towards Raiden's hand. He had heard Raiden's groan of approval, yet that didn't make Akira feel any better... And even though he was turned on and horny, Akira tensed up slightly once he felt the boss's hand over his dick. Oh, how his hand felt so delicious against his dick even though the underwear was still on... It was so wrong... But so right. He felt like he should have been so ashamed and he would have been, had he not wanted this right now.

 

The poor man who was being seduced in the boss's lap did know what to do with his hands. The small voice in the back of his mind that wanted this to stop couldn't be heard over the moan that slipped passed Akira's lips. Raiden's hand provided excellent friction that Akira had been longing for. He was being toyed with by now, letting Raiden touch his wherever he pleased... His nipples were being played with at the same time his dick was. "Hnnn-... R-Rai-" He bit his bottom lip before his could call out Raiden's name again when he felt the other man's hand slip past his panties and onto his hardened, pre-leaking dick. This was all new to him, arousing in new ways that he didn't know could turn him on. Legitimately he was the virgin to this situation. There was no doubt in his mind that Raiden had done this before...

 

Akira simply could not stop Raiden's lewd actions on him, not when he was enjoying it, let alone feeling like he was going to cum soon. His body felt hot and warm, flustered... The overwhelming experience had been strangely enjoyable and he was relieved that Raiden hadn't raped him. It wasn't fair that the other male seemed to know right where to touch him, bite him, kiss him, lick him, just to nearly drive him to the edge. His thighs were quivering slightly in pleasure. He was trying to delay his orgasm because the man only started to touch him and now he was about ready to blow into the other males hand...

 

But then Raiden's hand had abandoned his dick and was moving between his leg, to his bottom- he knew what he was going for now and was about to reach for the other man's hand to stop him when-

 

"Sir..."

 

He could have sworn his heart stopped when Mitsu entered the room. The provocative position they were in, plus Raiden's hand up his dress, the fact that his face was lit up with a pink hue- none of that seemed to bother Mitsu... But it scared the shit out of Akira, leaving him both embarrassed and flustered at the same time. Not only did he not finish, but Raiden had pulled his hand away from him... And he knew then he would have to stand up, he made a small whimpering sound as he did so. This was so unlike him... Since when did he get so easily wrapped up in someone else's lust? How could the boss be so... uncaring about this situation? The fact that they were interrupted- Wait, no...

 

No... No, no... No. This was a good thing, he realized. His mind was just sick, polluted by this man... Mitsu's entrance had allowed Akira enough shock that he was able to realize the situation he was in. He stood there stiff and let out a small surprised yelp when Raiden slapped his butt, grabbing it in the process. He had been sexually violated... And enjoyed it. All logic failed him as he thought about it. He was embarrassed to have been caught doing a dirty dead with Raiden let alone letting him get away with as much as he did. Akira feared how this would escalate in the nearby future as Raiden's promise to finish this later reached his ears. And to think that his dick was still, painfully, erect. How disgusting... But that wasn't even the worse part... It was the fact that even after the boss left, he was still hard and leaking pre...

 

Seeing the wink that Raiden had given him sent chills down his spine, one that almost made him cum right then and there because he had been close to begin with. He was both scared and excited for his next encounter... And really in need of release from all that teasing... He felt so ashamed that he was so hard from Raiden's touches... Akira knew that he must find the nearest bathroom. With shaky legs -damn the mafia boss for making him weak in the knees, there was no need for this harassment!- and hands attempting to his the evidence of his erection, Akira managed to get to the door. Thankfully Mitsu seemed to understand what he really needed and gave him the direction to the nearest bathroom.

 

Hurriedly making it to the bathroom to avoid being seen with such an monstrosity between his legs, Akira went inside and locked the door behind him. Now it was just him, alone, and his awkward boner. He shyly walked his way over to the toilet and bit his lip. Was he really going to do this? Had he lost all of his self control. The grey eyed man slowly pulled down his panties as he sat down on the toilet, man he was still sensitive from Raiden touching him... And once Akira lift the skirt to see, a blush bloomed on his face... That man... had done this to him... Akira felt like he didn't have the heart to finish himself off anymore, yet his dick begged to differ. So here he was, placing his own hand on his dick. Now, normally this would not be such a bad thing... He would do it and then be done. But he was embarrassed and even a little guilty... As the only thing he could think of was Raiden. His mind kept replaying his moment with the other male. And before he knew it, his hand was on his dick, starting to move. This both horrified Akira and pleased him. Horrified- because Raiden was the reason he found himself jerking off to and pleased- because he was finally getting the release his body so desired.

 

With Raiden on his mind, Akira let his hands trail, one wrapped around his dick and the other moving up to his chest... This was also a new experience for Akira because he had never pleasured himself while thinking about another man... He recalled Raiden pinching his nipples and how much he secretly liked it... Akira let his hands reenact what he remembered Raiden doing to him. Fondling his nipples as he jerked himself off. The familiar hotness was quickly returning to him. "Raiden-s...sama..." He said softly as he imagined Raiden's hands on him instead of his own, finding it easier to find a rhythm. He so desperately wanted to deny the fact that Raiden had an effect on him... Yet here he was about to cum right into his hand by just thinking about the man... Even his hips started to get into a little motion as he worked his throbbing dick. He could just imagine Raiden behind him, reaching in between his legs to stroke his dick... How the man bit him and touched him... and his own bulge below him, seemingly trying to break free... Yes...

 

While Akira thought these dirty things, his hand was teasing him- as if it was Raiden's hands. "Hnn~" He tried to mimic the way Raiden touched, played and pinched his nipples... While his other hand stroked his cock in a similar way to what Raiden did... It was a disgusting thing he was doing... But he liked it so much... More... He wondered what Raiden would have done had he came into his hand- he had been so close and almost wished he had came by the other male's hand. Raiden had stirred something within Akira and he couldn't get the other out of his mind... He was so close- And before he realized it, Akira was full on masturbating while imagining it was all Raiden's doing... Right up until the very moment he came into his hand. Akira panted for a while, sitting there in shock. He had came- from imagining his harasser violate him! This scared him... This was uncharted territory. His mind had to be fucked up or something... He couldn't believe he had just released to the thought of Raiden molesting him more... Akira... wasn't... into men, last time he checked... And this confused him greatly because he had just came to the thought of another man...

 

Well there was no use sitting here and being dramatic about it... Nothing would be accomplished... And he would have to get over this whether he wanted to or not. Letting out a frustrated sigh, Akira had to clean himself up. He even made sure to wipe the underwear off. It was slightly gross and he wouldn't have put them back on... if he had another pair to change into... The male had made sure to wash his hands until the water was hot enough to burn him... This made him want to take a shower to clean of the mafia boss's germs... That man had touched him practically everywhere... And since Akira had begged, Raiden had all the reason and permission to do whatever the hell he wanted... After cleaning himself Akira finally left the bathroom. It wasn't that hard to find Mitsu and walk up to him. How this man could look at him with a straight face, he didn't know. He was ashamed of himself for easily giving into Raiden's lust... "Could you... I don't know, either show me around or tell me what I need to do in terms of cleaning... But can I eat first?" Akira asked, just as his stomach growled.

[Katla]

“Raiden, are you listening?”

 

The mafia boss looked quickly up, his eyes having a glint of alarm to them. Had he accidentally napped for a second? No matter the occasion; if a mafia boss wasn’t careful he could easily loose his power and position. And he had to be especially careful when near people like his cousin Sousuke. Straightening his back even further in his armchair, he crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow as if the question was absolutely ridiculous and that he’d dare the man in front of him to ask such a thing again.

 

“Yes.”

 

The lie came easily to him, like usually. A rising sense of irritation caused a buzz in his head as he glanced towards the clock. It was way past noon. His stomach growled, reminding the man that he hadn’t eaten anything since the evening before. After Akira had left earlier, he had immediately gotten a meeting going on – and after that meeting he’d had to meet other people … and so it had gone on and on until now. Absentmindedly he thought about his bed and a steak, before his mind strayed towards a certain person dressed in a maid outfit. It was time to let this meeting come to an end. He was more than done for the day. It would do no one good if he’d be forced to sit in his office a moment longer.

“I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again. I’m not accepting your offer. It’s a waste of time to talk further about this. I think you should leave now, and do us all a favor and don’t come back.”

 

His cold voice and icy expression did little to phase his cousin whom was two years his senior. There had always been rivalry between the two men, but through the years it had gotten worse. Especially had it gotten tense when Sousuke had not so subtly let Raiden know that he wanted the Dragon boss in his bed. They were of a similar body type, similar height – but Sousuke had the raven black hair provided with his pure Japanese genes; along with jet black eyes. He was just as stunningly handsome as Raiden was, but that had not given Raiden a reason to ‘get it going within the family’. Plus the fact that he trusted Sousuke just about as far as he could pick him up and throw him. It did nothing to make the case better for the older cousin, that he had not once but twice sexually harassed Mitsu (and almost succeeding in raping him once) – just to piss Raiden off and get further under his skin.

 

This man was the dangerous one in the family, he was truly the one whom people should be vary off – yet it seemed that Raiden was always more in the spotlight… probably because he was not as sly and fake as the other male was. As if indicating that this meeting was indeed over, the Dragon boss stood up and motioned towards the door. With a sigh, his cousin got up from his chair and gave Raiden one last lingering look. There was no denying the heat in his gaze, but that fire was swiftly put out with the brown haired male’s glare. He was just about the only person that would never bow down to Sousuke nor would he ever falter in his constant battle against the other. And likewise, Sousuke was just about the only person whom did not fear Raiden ( at least not as much as he should).

 

“One of these days I will get what I truly want. No matter what you say, dear Raiden.”

 

Whether he meant Raiden’s money and influence or his body, meant little to the Dragon boss as he never changed his expression. He turned his back on the man leaving the room, inhaling slowly through the nose so he wouldn’t get his gun from the top drawer of the desk and shoot Sousuke in the back. He was absolutely driving Raiden crazy. It seemed like the other man had spies and shadows everywhere, and the stress of constantly trying to save his men and keep everything smooth was starting to take its toll on Raiden. Despite looking fabulous and attractive as Lucifer himself, he was still getting a bit pale and had dark shadows underneath his eyes from countless sleepless nights. But how could he afford a moment to relax? He had far too much to do and not as many people he could trust as he would have liked.

 

“Sir…?”

 

The low voice caused Raiden to turn around and look at his right hand man and one true friend. Mitsu had never blamed his master for not being able to nail Sousuke for all the shit that had been going down in the past. But Raiden sometimes felt like he was to blame, and he hated when he wasn’t completely in charge of things. Despite wanting to, and being capable of, killing Sousuke – then Raiden knew it would only be to sign his own death. Not only because of the fact that they were both from the very same, cruel and powerful family but also because Raiden had no doubt that his cousin was like a wolf whom could still bite after its head had been cut off. Not wanting to make himself even more irritated, he decided to change his mindset to something a bit more pleasing.

 

“So, how is Akira? Said anything to you? Cried about going home?”

 

He strode towards the minibar and poured himself a glass of whiskey whilst waiting to get an update on his pet. It was already a few hours since they had had a little fun in the office, and to be frank then Raiden wouldn’t mind picking up where they left. Despite feeling like a starved stray cat and having a headache due to too little sleeping.

 

“He’s doing very well. I showed him a bit around and then set him to the task of cleaning in your personal library. He has not whined nor asked me about taking him home.”

 

Raiden mulled that information over as he poured the strong liquid down his throat. So his new pet was an obedient one? How nice. It actually almost caused him to feel a moment of softness, but that kind of feeling was swiftly suffocated. He was going to pay Akira a visit and check out for himself that things were going smoothly. He needed something cute to look at and Akira was a very cute little kitten. He would only have to be careful that word of his new possession would not go outside of the mansion – as he was sure that Sousuke would be thrilled to get his hands on the bakery boy. After giving Mitsu a few commands, then the mafia boss left the office and went towards his private library. Quietly he opened the door and his gaze was quick with finding Akira as he was seemingly minding his own business. It really was a wonder how well that uniform fitted his body. It was like it had been made for the bakery boy. Raiden’s palms itched to feel again that soft skin of his thighs and his lips tingled; so much did he want to do unspeakable things to that innocent young man.

 

He watched the other male for a few seconds, before entering the room and closing the door, turning the key and locking it, before advancing closer to Akira. Little did he pay his surroundings any mind, already being used to the luxurious room. It was literally a small library he owned, a beautifully decorated large room on two floors filled to the brim with books. Inside there was also a fireplace and a rug in front of it, a huge couch and a table. That couch seemed very tempting at that moment, but not for sleeping in it. His greedy eyes were glued to Akira, his expression that of a very hungry wolf that had just seen a lone lamb out in the fields. His movements were graceful and smooth as he walked closer to the bakery boy. His voice was a bit husky as he raked his gaze down Akira's body.

“Missed me?”

[Exellda]

Much to Akira's relief he did get the breakfast he was looking for. With a full stomach he felt that he could do any cleaning job the mafia boss threw at him now. But currently, he was being showed around by Mitsu. It wasn't all that bad. He had to admit that the mafia boss had a wonderfully beautiful house, one that Akira could never dream of owning. How many rooms did one man need? Apparently Raiden needed a shit ton of rooms... Akira let out a sigh, knowing that he would be the one to clean most of the rooms eventually... Oh hell, this would be an antagonizing quest... But by the time Akira would be done with it, he was sure it would be acceptably clean... He was, after all, way better at cleaning than baking. He would much rather clean the boss's home than cook for him. It was a wonderment how Raiden acquired the money to afford such a place... Probably through illegal circumstances... Well, he couldn't complain, the man had decent taste...

 

To say the least, Akira was baffled when Mitsu showed him Raiden's private library and was actually quite smitten with it the moment he saw it. Who knew that Raiden was a reader! This was both interesting and wonderful news to Akira because he was an avid reader. If he could, he would read almost all day long... The grey eyed man found himself hoping that Raiden would share his collection of books, a question Akira would definitely ask.

 

If there was anything he should complain about was the stupid maid costume he was wearing. Too short for its own good, no matter what Akira did. If he lifted either arm above his head a flash of the panties he was wearing would easily show. Out everything, anything Akira could complain about... Not that he couldn't go home, not that he was framed, not that the mafia boss had molested him earlier in the day... No, none of that. Akira saw things in a different light, one that few saw. He truly was a unique man. No matter how bad his situation was, Akira somehow could find a plus to the situation. He could have been in a brothel, for example.

 

Once Mitsu left him there, after enlightening him where the supplies where for cleaning the library, Akira smiled softly as he got to work. The supplies were easy enough to get around. Whatever shelves he couldn't reach, he grabbed the small ladder and sure enough he could reach. This library was absolutely spectacular! Akira was in love with the library...

 

It was when he was in the middle of reorganizing a single shelf, a stack of books in his hands, to clean it that Akira heard Raiden's voice. Akira visibly jumped while letting out a gasp as he was startled by Raiden's presence. A few books had fallen out of his hands and onto the floor. He had been so distracted by his work that he hadn't heard Raiden enter the room, let alone lock the door... Akira quickly turned his head to see where the other male was, sending him a glare, "D-don't do that! Damn near almost gave me a heart attack." And then a sigh of relief escaped him. At least the boss was finally here... He could talk to Raiden now... "I dare say I did miss you..." Akira hummed as he bent over right in front of Raiden, juggling a pile of books as he picked up the other books that had fallen out of his hands. Poor Akira was not aware of the nice view he just gave Raiden...

 

"You can answer my questions and such." Akira said with a light smile, "I didn't know you had so many books..." He said in complete awe, "Am I allowed to read any of your books?" He asked as he stood back up and started to place the books back where they belonged. He dearly hoped Raiden would let him read his book. There were titles he had never heard of before and Akira couldn't help but to feel slightly excited. He would probably even let Raiden kiss him if it meant that was his payment in exchange per book. Oh and while he was at it, he might as well talk about his 'position' as a toy, more specifically, his thoughts...

 

"While you may have told me that toys are not supposed to think for themselves... I did anyway." Akira stated, shrugging softly. To anyone else it may have seemed like a challenge because of the way Akira said it, even his eyes had a daring glint to them. However, this was not the case as Akira was actually as innocent as a child, unknowing of his consequences... Yet, he would justify with his reasoning in attempt to appeal to the boss that a toy that thought for itself could be a good thing... "I feel that you'll benefit greatly if I think for myself... Because for certain I know I will be learning new things in the near future..." Akira paused for a moment, carefully thinking out the next thing he was going to say before continuing. "I am sure that... Whether I want to or not, like it or not, you will teach me things... Different things in general... I also have a feeling you're going to teach me things about myself as well, mentally, physically and..." A light blush found its way onto his face as he placed the last book back in its original place. "Sexually..." He said as he placed the last book back on the shelf.

 

Akira dared to turn around slowly and look Raiden in the eye. A part of him knew he should be intimidated, yet here he was... "How was your day? You look kind of tired... Did your meetings go well?" Akira said politely. He had a natural knack for noticing things about other people or the situation he was in, though he never thought of it as a gift. More like it was a convenience sometimes... Clearly it was quite the opposite when it came to sexual encounters. He was very inexperience, especially when it came to... being someone's toy. But of course, seeing that the other male looked slightly tired, Akira spewed out the first thing that came to his mind as he pointed at the couch near the fireplace. "If you want, -I would advise you to do so because sleep is important- you can take a nap on the couch. I'll watch over you. O-or..." Dare he say it..? Akira bit his lip nervously, which was unlike him but he couldn't help it. With Raiden, he had no idea what the other was thinking and thus, the outcomes of this situation was endless...

 

"I'm sure we both could fit on the couch... I could nap with you." Akira suggested. It wouldn't be too bad if the other male wanted to lay with him. The grey eyed male supposed it wouldn't be too bad, he liked naps... So perhaps Raiden would like a nap too?

 

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[Katla]

So he said he missed Raiden? What a load of crap. Most likely that Akira had been pondering about how to get out of his debt. The older male chuckled to himself as the oblivious younger man bent down to pick up some books - clearly forgetting just what he was wearing. But the amusement was swiftly thrown to the side as Raiden's brown eyes raked up and down the exposed, creamy thighs and the bottom of Akira's butt. That light skin was just begging to be bitten lightly and licked sensually again and again. As engrossed as he was in his thoughts, he almost missed out on what Akira was saying - but managed to snap out of it just in time. His eyes were still glued to their target though as he muttered out the words in a carefree tone.

 

"Sure. You can come in here and read if there is nothing else for you to do."

 

It didn't matter much to Raiden if Akira wanted to stay in his room or wander around or read these books. No matter what he'd be doing in this mansion, the fact would remain that he was in Raiden's captivity. He was Raiden's possession. But all this talk about thinking for himself and learning new things didn't set just as well in the mafia boss. Was Akira maybe forgetting the position he was in? Even if he looked damned adorable when he was blushing and speaking of the many wonderful things that Raiden would be teaching him - then the older male narrowed his eyes slightly in suspicion. He'd been taught from day one since he had been able to think for himself to never trust anyone. Not even his own family (for good reasons). Why would this bakery boy be so submissive already and positive about what was happening to him? Did he maybe think that someone would be saving him? Was he plotting something with someone in this mansion? Raiden's jaw was set as he bit his teeth together. This could become a problem. He'd have to be careful, despite how exhausting that was becoming.

 

"I'll make sure you'll be too busy around here to not be thinking about stupid things like escaping or learning whatever traits you think will make me gentle towards you. Just do what I tell you to do and we'll get along just fine."

 

His tone of voice was cold and his eyes even colder, as the almost paranoid man casually walked to a bookshelf and stroked his fingers over a few of his favorite books. His head was buzzing with a faint headache and it felt like he had sand behind his eyelids - but he'd never show a clear sign of weakness in front of anyone. Which was probably why he was a little bit surprised and shocked even when Akira asked him if he was alright and then went on about talking about naps on the couch. Together. A dumbfound expression fluttered over Raiden's handsome face as he studied the other male better. Was this a genuine offer?

 

"I'm fine. You don't need to fake concern over my health, it wont make your stay here any easier."

 

But he still glanced towards the couch and hesitated. Yes he was fucking tired. Exhausted. And he would like to lie down and sleep a bit. But... to lay down with another person? Truth be told, he had never done that. Sure he had fucked a good amount of males and females, but to lie down afterwards and cuddle? Hell no. A man of his position always had to be careful not to have his throat slit in his sleep - plus the fact that he had never even entertained the thought. It seemed ... below his position. Well, this might be a good opportunity to see what that guy is up to. I'll pretend to fall asleep and that will give him a chance to strike if he so dares. Raiden shrugged his strong shoulders and stalked towards the couch, rearranged a few pillows - before he lay down and stretched his body into a comfortable position. He then raised an eyebrow at Akira and patted on the couch in front of him.

 

"Well then? Are you sure you want take that step?"

[Exellda]

It was much appreciated that Raiden would let him read. Now his stay here wouldn't be as bad thanks to the new investment of books. Akira would make sure to take at least one before heading off to his room. The grey eye man thought it was interesting that Raiden thought he was plotting his escape. Surely the mafia boss knew that he had no where to go to? Certainly his family wouldn't take him back after he spent all of their money... No, Akira didn't plan on going back, especially since he wouldn't have anywhere or anyone to return to. It was a wonder how the boss didn't understand that... but then again, he also didn't know that Akira had been framed. Would Raiden even care that he had been framed? Probably not. Someone, after all, had to pay him back. Even if it was his sister, did it really matter?

 

So escaping never really passed through Akira's mind. Though he supposed he could tell Raiden he was framed, but he doubt that would change anything. Plus there was no use trying to run away from the man when he was obviously stronger than Akira. It was to be expected that a mafia boss was strong, probably had been many fights... Akira was smart enough to know that the mafia boss probably had this place well guarded and protected. There was a lot at stake with that much power... There was no use in even attempting to escape. Even if Akira wanted to, he couldn't escape. Sure, now that he thought about it, the mansion wasn't that bad of a place and so far Raiden's presence wasn't horrible... While he was technically this man's 'toy', had been molested forced to wear a maid uniform and basically told he couldn't think for himself... Akira could still look this man in the eye. Yeah, his pride had been suffering throughout the course of it all... But... Despite all of this Akira didn't mind it too much.

 

One thing to be noted by anyone who knew Akira, was that his mind worked differently- one might say he wasn't right in the head. While he was one to have a short fuse some times, he wasn't a violent person. Heck, he couldn't remember the last time he punched someone... Whereas someone like Raiden probably had killed people before... Perhaps Akira would ask about that later. It made him uncomfortable to think that he was alone with a possible murderer, yet there was nowhere else to go... Raiden, so it seemed, wasn't here to scare him.

 

And now he realized that Raiden was most likely going to 'resume' what they had started earlier, but thanks to his offer, he had diverted it... for now. Akira wasn't sure, now, how he felt about that. Yes, it scared him and Raiden was intimidating but hopefully the boss wouldn't want to do that here. The library was a pleasant place to be but Akira didn't think he want to loose his virginity here. More than likely, at the most, Akira expected to be molested again and probably embarrassed at the same time. That fate was inevitable. No matter what, Akira was a 'toy' to Raiden... However, just because he was a toy didn't mean, Akira would go along with everything. Like thinking for himself, he would be sure to find a way to prove his worth. Show him that it wouldn't be a bad thing if he could think for himself. Raiden couldn't control his thoughts. He would just have to find the right time.

 

However after Raiden commented about his health Akira pursed his lips. Oh boy, did he have something to say about that. A little sass was about to be said- more like bluntness- but before he did that, Akira quickly grabbed a book that he had been eyeing and brought it to his chest as he looked back at Raiden who was now laying, elongated on the couch. He was admittedly very handsome... Nonetheless it did make Akira slightly nervous to know that he would be laying next to him... He inhaled slowly, trying to reassure himself that this wasn't that bad of an idea, he was only trying to help... This would be just like laying with his sister on the couch when they were younger... He remembered when he had just moved into the home and he had to sleep on the couch because the spare room wasn't ready yet. His sister had come out every night to comfort him after his parents had died... The difference now was that... Frankly, Raiden was a built man, handsome, and wasn't here to comfort him, not to mention he wasn't morning over the loss of his parents.

 

With that in mind, Akira nodded, slowly making his way to the couch, obediently sitting down right where Raiden had pat the couch- And then he let himself slowly lay down next to the dangerous man. When Akira laid down, he faced away from Raiden, physically turning his body away from the mafia boss. This was the moment he chose to speak up, "You know... If you don't want me to 'worry' about your health then you should really take care of yourself. Being as powerful as you are, I'm sure you're well aware that if people see a weakness in you, you'll be exploited. Hence, you shouldn't deprive yourself of sleep. If I, your 'toy' can notice that you're tired, surely others that work with you have noticed as well. You're not your best when you're tired, even I know that from experience." Akira said simply, lightly scolding, as he starred at the book in his hands as if it was the most important thing in the world as he avoided any chance for eye contact with Raiden. He didn't know how the boss would react to him spouting that out like that. He was sure that Raiden knew how to take care of himself. There was really no need for him to look after a mafia boss...

 

Then Akira shut his mouth, unsure if he should apologize or not. He decided he would let the boss react however he wished. It shouldn't be too big of a deal. If the boss had an issue with him pointing out the obvious or being honest, then Akira would have to prove to the boss that his opinions should matter. Perhaps Raiden could learn a thing or two from Akira. Regardless if it made his stay here easier or not, Akira would be true to himself. If he worried about Raiden's health, he would let the boss know. Akira wasn't heartless and Raiden was still human. Everyone had their limits and weak spots, some more than others.

 

Finally, Akira opened the book in his hands and began to read. The book was a good distraction from the man behind him. One who seemed to radiate warmth and had Akira unconsciously leaning into him to absorb it. The stupid maid dress wasn't warm at all and so thin on the front... Not even five minutes later Akira found himself being lulled to sleep from Raiden's warmth. Damn, he didn't think he would need a nap but apparently his body had another idea. The grey eyed male quietly set his book down on the floor next to the couch. It wouldn't be too bad if he took a nap too, now would it? Akira then tossed a careful glance behind him, worried that Raiden would somehow catch on to his shenanigans... It appeared that he was already asleep...

 

See! He knew the other was tired. Akira was thankful that Raiden actually listened to him about taking a nap. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as he thought, Akira hummed as he turned his head away from Raiden and glanced down at the book he had been reading that was next to the amazingly comfortable couch... Damn, if it wasn't the comfortableness of the couch it was Raiden's warmth that was lulling him to sleep. In no time Akira was nodding off, head resting on the cushion below him, his eyes fluttering shut. He soon fell asleep while laying next to the mafia boss. Who knew that was even possible?

 

It was maybe about ten minutes into his little nap that Akira unconsciously turned his body around, tired of being cold, moving closer to Raiden in attempt to get more warmth. In his sleep state he nuzzled Raiden's chest, bringing his arms to his own chest as he got comfortable. Akira immediately felt warmer and more comfortable in his sleep. A soft hum escaped him.

 

If he were to be awaken or had his picture taken, he would die of embarrassment.

[Katla]

He talks too much.

 

The mental note cause Raiden to frown just a tad bit, but he was too sleepy to even bother commenting on it. Later on when he'd have more energy, he would show that guy just what else he could be using his mouth for instead of sprouting random nonsense. As the other male had lowered himself down onto the couch, then Raiden had started to slowly allow his body to relax. Not too much, but enough to feel comfortable and somewhat at ease. He wasn't really scared that his new maid would do anything that could bring danger to the mafia boss, but he wouldn't exactly act stupid and too careless either. For a short while the younger male read, whilst Raiden had his eyes closed. He occupied himself with random business thoughts, and from time to time would enjoy inhaling the scent of the other male and enjoy the feeling of him being so close. It was a strange thing, as the mafia boss had never really enjoyed closeness with other people.

 

Finally, Akira seemed to start getting restless - and when he placed the book down to the floor he actually made Raiden jump slightly in his skin as he realized that he himself had been dangerously close to falling asleep. Still keeping his eyes closed, he waited what the other male would do. Surprisingly, the other male only lay down and seemingly went to sleep. For a few tense minutes then Raiden waited if the other male would try to slip away, but just as he thought he'd be defeated by sleep - he jumped a bit for the second time as Akira suddenly turned around and cuddled up against him like a defenseless little kitten. Honestly, it caused the mafia boss to feel a bit dumbstruck. He was used to being feared and respected. So this was a whole new scenery that was unfolding. Just what was the deal with that overly trusting and calm young male that made Raiden feel so caught off guard?

 

I honestly, for the first time ever, have no idea what to do with a person in my life.

 

For a moment, he considered getting up and away from this dangerous situation. Since truth be told, he felt more at risk right now than he would have felt with a knife against his throat. This tenderness and gentleness caused a slight jab in his heart and stomach and it made his head feel fuzzy. He wasn't sure if he should have felt at peace or annoyed, to be honest. But his exhaustion seemed to only want him to close his damn eyes and simply enjoy the strange moment he was having with his 'slave'. So with an awkwardness he was not used to, he'd get a bit more comfortable with the smaller body still somewhat pressed up against him. Unsure just what to do with his arms, he'd slip them around Akira - just to test how it'd feel. And he almost jumped off the couch and ran away as he felt just how amazingly comfortable it was.

 

It took Raiden a few minutes to calm himself down, but as soon as he managed to - he was fast asleep. He didn't have nightmares, he didn't even dream, the exhaustion only lulled him into a deep and dark sleep that lasted for full two hours.

 

As his eyelids slowly peeled open, he couldn't feel his arm that was still squished underneath Akira. He had pulled the other male even closer to him in his sleep, although Raiden was now laying on his back and Akira somewhat on top of him, with his smaller leg between Raiden's and one arm thrown over his chest. They were both very warm, and as the sleep left Raiden - he felt that his interest in the other was roused once more. Instead of waking the other male, he started to use his arm (that was free) to stroke lightly down his back and then play with his fingertips at the back of his thighs. It'd be interesting to see just how embarrassed or awkward the other male would feel when he'd wake up and notice their position.

 

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[Exellda]

Once Akira had fallen asleep, he was out like a light. He slept soundly the whole time. He dreamed of nothing. Akira felt so comfortable that he felt like he was laying a a plush pillow. One thing that was weird about the pillow though was the fact that it had a heartbeat... In Akira's half sleep, he actually thought it was really nice to listen to. He felt something, gentle brushing his upper thigh. In his half dreaming state, he felt much like a cat that was being petted. It was actually very nice... He was warm, comfortable and very much enjoying the position he was laying in. He slowly began to stir. And as soon as he realized where he was and who he was laying with...

 

Akira's eyes flickered open, even in the blurriness of sleep, he realized that he was laying on Raiden! Akira gasped in surprise, quickly pushing his hands onto Raiden's nicely muscled chest as he sat up, also whilst straddling one of Raiden's legs. His hair was slightly ruffled. "I- ...I am so sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep on you..!" Akira said, half sleepily and half serious. He wouldn't admit it, but not only did he enjoy sleeping next/ on Raiden but... He was naturally a cuddle bug whilst he slept. Embarrassing as it was, Akira was a hugger, cuddlier, snugger... If he was comfortable. What puzzled Akira was that he had actually gotten comfortable enough to lay on him! How could that be? Raiden was an evil man as far as he was concerned. There was no way!

 

Yet... here he was.

 

To be this close! Facing Raiden! Sharing his body heat! To think he had slept on Raiden! How preposterous! How could that be? This new realization had Akira blushing from embarrassment, still now fully comprehending that he was still sitting on Raiden's lap. And in his half sleep state, believe it or not he considered a couple of things: One of them involving him laying right back down and falling asleep again. Another, because he wasn't sure what he should be doing, just wait until Raiden said something. Lastly, probably the more smarter choice, getting off the mafia boss' lap.

 

And that was when Akira stiffened. Finally coming to the conclusion that he was indeed, technically, straddling Raiden's lap. If only one leg. However, if Akira had fully understood the situation, he might have realized that as a pet, this was an okay option. Although, it also had something to do with the preference of the master of said pet. Akira tried to think of what he should be doing but drew a blank. Well, Raiden was a boss, so he probably didn't want him on his lap, right? He was probably cutting of the circulation anyway. Raiden surely needed to stretch. Yeah, that made sense. Any excuse to get off of Raiden seemed like a valid one.

 

With that, Akira promptly maneuvered himself off of Raiden, lifting one leg off first. However, in the process, Akira accidentally looses his balance for a moment and in an effort to save him from face planting into Raiden's chest... Akira's hand sprung forward... Landing perfectly in between Raiden's leg, right on his crotch. Akira was known to be a little clumsy right when he awoke after sleeping... Once he had realized what he had done, Akira flinched and immediately pulled his hand back- which of course defeated the purpose because then he face planted right into Raiden's nicely toned chest.

 

It was then Akira gave up for a moment to let his mind catch up with his body. He ended up slumping against the mafia boss in total defeat, embarrassment, and slight humiliation. The irony of it all was that he was still straddling Raiden's leg.

 

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