Feel My Heart Beat

Chapter 10: Kitten

"ASAMI!"

That voice. Filled with unrestrained lust, sobbing pleasure and just a tinge of blurred pain. Perfect. Asami was sure that the final cry Akihito had made before passing out after coming dry last night would haunt his dreams in the most pleasurable way possible for a long time to come. It had been truly exquisite. His bright, innocent seeming little soulmate had responded beautifully to his touch. Drowned in pleasure beyond what he had ever experienced, Akihito had surrendered to Asami and given himself over to his ministrations. The little mewls had quickly found a louder volume but retained their constant quality. Asami could feel his body stirring at the memory. While he had been anticipating a pleasurable evening, it had been far beyond his wildest expectations. The moans, the arching back, the blue eyes nearly black with want. Perfect.

He looked down at the tuft of blonde hair sticking out of the blankets. Akihito had been rather determined to make good with his promise of refusing to move for the rest of the day. After Asami had helped him to the bathroom and then back to bed, Akihito had burrowed himself completely under the blankets, snagged Asami's pillow and almost immediately fell back to sleep. It was a little cute. He could hear the occasional snuffle, slightly muffled by the blankets and couldn't help a small smile. He wouldn't mind waking up to Akihito's attention every morning. Having done so for the last two mornings had Asami feeling slightly spoiled and he had endeavoured to return the favour both times. He had woken up with lovers in the past, although generally they didn't stay the night and never got invited back to the penthouse, but never had he been at the receiving end of such innocent affections. Not until the last two mornings at least. His lovers had always wanted something; money, power or pleasure. Akihito wanted nothing but him. Asami had been looking for some deeper motive, some hidden agenda all through their first meeting but the boy couldn't lie to save himself, every single expression flashed over his face, every thought open to be read and there had been no greed there. Uncertainty in the beginning, then curiosity and finally a childlike exuberance and enthusiasm. He had seen him embarrassed, determined and irritated but the one thing that had blown him away once he had realised what it was, was trust. The kind of implicit trust that was given and only taken back if you gave a reason to be untrustworthy. The complete opposite of Asami himself, who trusted very few and it had to be earned beyond any doubt. In Akihito's shoes, Asami would not have trusted himself and yet Akihito was freely giving it without thought. Soulmate. His other half was a very intriguing creature.

Asami reached out from where he was sitting at the edge of the bed and carefully ran his fingers through the few visible blonde strands sticking out of the blankets. He didn't think he had ever been so confused until Akihito came barrelling into his life. Everything was always controlled and accounted for. Even the slightest possibility of a soulmate had been completely dismissed from his mind. He didn't deserve one. He had honestly thought that by stepping into the darkness completely had removed any possibility for finding the light. He took that step years ago and built an empire out of blood and sin and forsook any chance of finding a higher happiness. Or so he had thought. Apparently he had been wrong because there was a golden little angel in his bed who could somehow be as cute and innocent as he was and yet sink into the dark pleasure Asami could give only to emerge from the depths just as bright and shining as before.

Asami's grandmother held onto the old beliefs about soulmates, ones that no science would ever be able to prove. You only found your soulmate if you needed to. There was no chance about it, just the universe giving help to those in need who deserved it. He wasn't prone to superstition but something her beliefs had always lingered at the back of his mind. Did Asami need a soulmate? He wasn't lacking for anything. If anything he was going to be dragging the poor kid down into the abyss with him. And there was nothing he could give Akihito that he would need or want. He needed a good, strong role model and some stability, neither of which Asami could offer him. Akihito had already declined the one thing Asami had to be able to give, that being money. He had declined it often and loudly. The only times he would accept were times that Asami would not give him a choice. Deserving. That's not a word he associated with himself. He worked for what he had, be it legally or illegally but he was not so entitled to think that the universe owed him something. But now that he had this feisty little kitten, Asami would not be letting go. No, this bright little thing was his and his alone even if it meant dragging Akihito into the darkness alongside him.