The Hunt

The gun was pointed at Asami's chest as he looked down at FeiLong half-naked and wet, with his shirt soaked to his back and drenched. He took a long, lustful whiff at his Dunhill pipe as he slowly let his eyes wander all over the Chinese beauty's fulsome body. What a Providence of God's grace he was. The perfect blend of the Female Beauty with all components of the Male Aggression. How could any mortal resist such a piece of art. Asami felt his lecherous lips curl into a smirk as he imagined the other one pinned underneath him, moaning of pain and pleasure and struggling for breath. What a sight that would be... Indeed a sight worth the wait of a hundred years.

He looked down playfully, softly, at his prosecutor. He knew FeiLong wouldn't pull the trigger. Afterall, if he could, he would have by now. Asami pulled out the cigarette stub slowly out from his lips and threw it on the ground, stepping it with his left foot. He then advanced slowly, gently, toward the other, like a lion on a hunt, graceful and confident.

FeiLong took two steps back. What kind of victim acts like that... He knew full well it was in Asami's genes to turn the tables on anyone, anywhere. Unless the man would, of his own accord, agree to subdue, no power on Heaven on Earth could bend him from making his kill.

"S--Stay away!" FeiLong seethed as he made an attempt to click at the hammer, making sure the sound was audible. In repsonse the Yakuza leader simply loosened his necktie as he rolled up his cuffs, there was no haste about him, no deal of hint of the Devils that were playing in his mind.

"I said back off!" The Chinese mafia king raged as a last warning, as if the next move would be to kill.

Asami was oblivious to it, he carefully took off his million dollar Rolex watch and set it down carefully on the table.

FeiLong felt his chest heave in rage and panic. He needed to do something. He held his breath and lowered the gun to the man's shoulder length, then pulled the trigger.

Asami stopped in his tracks and looked askance at the other. His eyes were a burning ember of glowing surprise. FeiLong pulled it again, and again, but the gun only resounded to an empty click.

Asami slowly reached to his pockets and pulled out a bundle of free bullets, then let them fall to the ground, soundingly, one by one.

Earlier that evening the Yakuza Boss and his Chinese accomplice had met at the rendezvous of the Russian allies, single-handedly they killed and took down more opponents than the Japanese government had struggled to do for over decades.

The last opponent turned out cleverer than they had given them credit for, and he managed to light up the room in smelling gas and catch the two mafia kings off guard. He had cornered FeiLong and would have brutally attacked him, if Asami hadn't blown his brains out at the right moment. The man had however struck FeiLong's head, making the latter lose his consciousness and fall over into the small swimming pool by the side of the Club.

Asami narrowed his eyes as he looked straight into the other's. He would really have shot me...? Unexpectedly though, the thought gave rise to a dark lust in his mind that was quite different from anger. He advanced closer, faster. FeiLong felt the panic would give him a heart attack. He bent to pick up one of the fallen bullets, just as he felt a strong grasp pin him down into the wall and snatch his weapon. FeiLong gave out an audible gasp as response. Asami smirked, having been able to produce the desired effect. He quickly held the other one's hands over his head in a tight grasp as his other hand traveled into his wet shirt and caressed his smooth, beautiful sides.

It did no better than to trigger FeiLong in the wrong way, "You fucking pervert", he seethed as he kicked the Yakuza leader hard in the stomach.

The impact didn't move Asami, but his brows knitted closer as he dragged the other in one strong tug, and threw him back into the bed. He then whipped off his already loosened necktie and tied FeiLong's hands to the head-rest tightly with it.

"Why... You bastard!" It didn't stop the aggressive beauty from struggling his life out. Asami smirked softly as he looked long and hard at the scene beneath him, and tried to recollect for how long he had been wanting it. With a strong pull, he managed to rip off FeiLong's shirt, revealing the body that so many wars have been fought over, so many men have given their lives to claim. All mine... Asami's lips curved into a Devilish grin as his mind whispered. FeiLong struggled more and more vigorously, like a wild stallion caught in a net. It didn't do any better than to turn the beasts on even more, as Asami felt his member rise in his pants. With a powerful grasp he held the other's neck as he brought his mouth closer to his ear,

"No use," he whispered.

FeiLong's eyes dilated as he imagined what he had gotten himself into. His vigour seemed to fade.

Asami gave a lick at his ear and whispered softly, "Good boy."

His hands traveled around the other's beautiful, almost ravishing body, as he felt and tried to remember every crest and trough in it, every nook and cranny, every part and every inch of it. Like a greedy monster who wouldn't stop till he had devoured the last morsel.

FeiLong tried his best to not moan, to not surrender his pride to this base man, who just wanted to lech and lust over him. But in his heart of hearts he knew full well, that his stronghold would soon fall weak. He knew, maybe even deeper in his mind, that he wanted to subdue, to belong in the arms of this one man he has so often fantazied about. But somehow his mind wouldn't let him admit it, as though it were a blemish on his pure and lustrous pride.

Asami's hand stopped as he reached the wound on the other's chest. His eyes narrowed softly, as he stroked it gently, possessively. This wound mark does nothing more than to mark you as mine. Remember that. FeiLong wasn't aware when he had let a small moan slip, but it made Asami smirk in delight. By now FeiLong had given way, he was no longer struggling. Asami put his hands out near the other's mouth as his fingers pushed into it gently. "Suck", he ordered.

FeiLong tried to pull away his face and struggle, but by now Asami had locked his smooth, beautiful legs between his stolid waist, and struggling was no use.

FeiLong gave up at last and sucked softly, moaning gently as he did so.

After a while Asami pulled out and let his hand travel down between the others' open legs, and gently, relishingly, caressed his opening. FeiLong shut his eyes as he felt a rush of several different emotions gush into him all at once, he couldn't help but moan out loud and clear, as his beautiful hair strewn over his face, as he writhed in the flare of passion. Asami bent down and claimed his lips, to which the other surprisingly complied, without any struggle. He even let Asami shoot his tongue into his mouth and travel all over his depths and taste its every part before finally pulling back out.

"It seems to me you are ready", Asami whispered softly as his fingers ascerted that the other was wet enough to receive him.

FeiLong averted his face in embarrassment, his hair thankfully hiding the blush that adorned his face and cheek, the blush that spoke out loud how much and how passionately he wanted Asami inside him, pounding in him, how many nights he had lain awake fantasizing instead of sleeping, then woken up hard and with a headache. Asami unzipped his member, rock-hard by now, and slightly opened FeiLong's legs further, before sliding it in on full length. FeiLong's loud cry filled the room, and drew a satisfied smirk from his rider. He pushed in further, making the beautiful one moan and cry louder, and blurring his mind into a deep sensual swoon. All FeiLong could think of, then, were just three words I want him...

The real weight of the man pushing down on him, and the real feel of his member inside him, was nothing like the wet dreams he had had, reality was way more painful, but that also meant that much more pleasurable. He couldn't keep count of how long and hard he let his moans out.

Asami thrust himself into the other, picking pace fast as he felt his own breath strain from the excitement. FeiLong's guts churned from the impact, at one point he felt tears dense in on the corner of his eyes as he cried louder and harder. And yet, all he wanted was more, and more, and more. Since when did such greed take the place of pride? He couldn't tell. All he knew was that he didn't want it to end.

He tried to pull himself up, but he was aware that his body was bound down tightly. But he kept trying. Asami pushed in faster and with more impact, as FeiLong felt his breath hitch and his moan draw on longer, but he finally formed enough momentum and lifted his torso, and pushed back into his ravager, the tear at his left eye finally giving way and drenching the pillow beneath.

Asami was surprised at not just the manoeuvre, but the strength with which it was delivered. He had taken down several victims in his lifetime, for the first time it seemed someone was concerned about satisfying him, too. What a luscious wild stallion you are... Asami's mind commented as he licked his lips lustfully, and gripped tightly around the other's waist as he pushed longer and harder into his sweet spots, earning and cherishing more and more agonised and sensual moans.

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FeiLong wanted to take in all of it, he pushed back harder and harder till he met with Asami's pace, and his dazed ears thought he heard the Beast give out a gentle groan of pleasure that shocked Asami himself. When was the last time that happened? May be never before.

After several minutes of the pleasurable ride, the rider finally dismembered his contents in a full, wild ejaculation into the other's systems, as FeiLong let out a final cry of pleasure as he felt his hips go numb from all the endeavour. His breath strained one final time as his lungs gasped for air, but his mind was mesmerised at how much he could be satisfied.

Asami pulled out gently. He made sure to be gentle with all other aspects than the sex itself. Rough sex and gentle treatment, that is what made the man so maddening.

As he pulled out he relished the sight of his contents dripping down the other's opening as he instinctively captured the pleasurable sight into a smug smirk. "What a good view", he chuckled gently. FeiLong quickly pushed the other away with his legs as he closed them shut, his nose and ears a red disaster by now.

Asami chuckled softly again as he bent and kissed the other's head and slowly untied his hands, apprehensive that he may strike him any time.

"I have a flight in an hour", Asami said casually as he put back on his tie, when, to his astonishment, FeiLong sprang up and held him in a tight, endearing hug. Asami blinked a few times, trying to process it, then smiled ever so gently and held the other back in his nice warm and comfortable embrace. His nose traveled instinctively down the beauty's neck as he took a long, lusty whiff into his frangranced hair.

As his lungs filled in with the smell, he could feel the disaster take shape one more time in his pants. FeiLong felt it and smiled then gave a light and quiet lick to Asami's ear.

The last thing Asami remembered doing that night was pulling out his phone and canceling his flight tickets.