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Takaba Akihito and Asami ryuichi's sexy bucket list by J_unleashed

Chapter 2: The Bucket List

All day long, Akihito thought seriously about what he should write down for the bucket list. He already regretted the first thing he had written down and tossed in. It had just popped into his head and he'd written it down without giving it too much thought. It was something cliché, but in Asami's hands it would likely turn into a complete disaster for Akihito.

I can only hope that I'll be the one to draw it.

The second slip he had submitted was fairly tame... in fact, it could almost be considered boring, but it would be relatively safe for him no matter who drew it.

I need more ideas like that one!

Later that afternoon, Akihito sat in a restaurant which was now clear of the lunchtime crowd. He had a pad in front of him, numbered 1 through 10. The lines for 1 and 2 were already filled out. He angrily scratched through what was written down for number 1.

STUPID!

What was I thinking?! I'll have to come up with something that would also be uncomfortable for Asami to do! Something that would even make HIM hesitate.

Is that even possible? Akihito wondered.

He put his head down on the table in despair. Not without damning myself in the process.

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Back at home, Akihito sat at the table with eight strips of paper in front of him, still racking his brain trying to figure out what kind of things to write down. He leaned back in his chair and sighed.

I still want to watch him get himself off, but I don't want it to be obvious to him at first... But how...?

Ah, I got it!

With a self-satisfied smirk, Akihito wrote his third submission down, folded the paper, and dropped it in the bucket.

And if he's the one who draws it, he'll never guess what my true intention was. Besides, this one would be perfectly safe for me. I can't think of too many ways he could possibly twist it.

Picturing how it might possibly play out if he was the one to draw it gave Akihito yet another idea. He actually laughed out loud as he filled out his fourth slip of paper. Yes! I can't think of a more perfect way to thwart that bastard!

What else? What kind of things does Asami not like... OF COURSE!

Akihito snickered as he hastily scribbled on the fifth piece of paper. Something that I would love and he would hate! Oh yes, and when I first moved in...

Akihito filled out the sixth one. It's kind of juvenile... no doubt beneath his dignity. OH, and speaking of Asami's dignity...

Akihito wrote something down on the seventh piece of paper and then looked at it frowning.

That one could backfire on me... but if I managed to draw it, it would DEFINITELY be worth the risk! He folded it up and cringing, dropped it into the bucket.

Flipping through possible scenarios in his mind, his eyes widened as he settled on one.

What if...?

He sat back and considered how this might be accomplished.

This is the one. If there was anything that would make Asami hesitate, it would be this.

I need to be cautious. I'll have to word this very carefully. Akihito wrote it down, scratched it out, and rewrote it after thinking about it very carefully.

That should narrow down the chances of this getting out of hand. In fact, Akihito had narrowed it down so much, that he guessed there might be an unintended victim in this.

...Kirishima, I bet. Ha! I would like to see that glasses guy embarrassed! It's going to be payback time, Kirishima!

Akihito took a deep breath and leaned back. There were only two slips of paper left. Wow, this turned out to be easier than I thought! I should actually try to put something fun down. Something I really would like to try...

He wrote down something on the ninth slip. Smiling, he dropped it in the bucket. I've always wanted to do this with Asami.

He had trouble with the last one. He couldn't think of anything else that wouldn't turn badly for him in Asami's hand.

Oh well, for lack of better ideas...

He finally wrote down something that seemed to be outrageously silly and placed it in the bucket.

Akihito put the pen down and stared at the bucket worriedly.

This is insane... why did I EVER agree to something like this?!

. . . . .

Akihito was just finishing preparing their dinner when he heard the front door open and close. After a few minutes, Asami came into the kitchen and pulled a bottle of beer from the refrigerator. "Have you added anything new to the bucket?" he asked as he popped the cap on the bottle.

Akihito gave him an annoyed look. "All ten of mine are already in there."

Asami nodded. "Good." He took his beer and walked out of the kitchen. Akihito stopped what he was doing and nervously followed him out.

Asami settled himself at the table, took a slow drink from the bottle, and then set it down. He picked up a pen, pulled the remaining strips of paper toward himself, and quickly wrote something down on one of them. He folded it up and tossed it in the bucket before immediately picking up another slip and scribbling something on it. In less than a minute he had finished. He put the pen down and sat back, "All of mine are in."

Akihito saw there were still slips of paper on the table. "But what about those...?"

"I made more than ten, so you may add another if you wish."

"I don't want to add any more!"

"You might think of something else later. If you do, write it down and I'll also add another."

Akihito scowled. Like THAT'S ever going to happen!

Asami stirred the contents of the bucket with his hand and then pushed it toward Akihito. "Draw one out."

"What... NOW?! I-I'm not ready for this yet!"

"We don't have to do what's on the paper right at this moment. Some of mine will require advance preparations."

I don't like the sound of that!

Akihito frowned, "Oh... I didn't think of that. Some of mine will too."

Asami's eyes were on him. Akihito glared back at him defiantly. "All right! Here I go..."

Akihito drew a slip. He avoided looking back at Asami as he unfolded it.

He read the words on the paper. It wasn't one of the ones he had written down.

"What's written on it?" Asami prompted him.

Akihito put the paper down, totally surprised. "Oil massage."

Asami gave him a small smile. "Not a bad way to start... is it?"

Akihito had a lot of guilty thoughts going through his head. Why did he write down something so... so NICE? And after I came up with all those terrible things for him?!

"I think you're going to enjoy this..." Asami picked up his beer and took another sip.

Wait... there HAS to be a catch to this! "Hold on!" Akihito growled. "I'm the one who's in charge, right? So YOU'LL be the one getting the oil massage!"

"If that's what you wish," Asami quirked his lip up slightly. "Since YOU are in charge, then you'll take care of all the preparations. Shall we say we set this up for tomorrow night?"

Akihito looked at Asami, determined. "I'll have everything ready."

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Next... "Slick Asami"