After Asakura’s encounter with his uncle another two weeks went by.
During that time, Sato had been very busy with shooting the last scenes of the movie. So, the two lovers barely saw each other. Saying that he missed his precious Sato, was an understatement. Asakura was having withdrawal symptoms and his secretary had to deal with the consequences.
“Are you really planning on scowling and pouting all day long?” Tachibana inquired after not being able to convince his boss to sign a thick stack of papers.
“I’m not just going to pout, but I also plan on playing hooky for the remainder of the day. Don’t bring me work, ‘cause I won’t do it. I’m on strike right now!”
True to his words, Asakura dropped his pen and proceeded to twirl in his chair. He looked just like a big child that was dissatisfied with his parents for refusing to give him what he wanted.
“Very mature.” Tachibana clicked his tongue, a somewhat irked expression appearing on his stern face. “Wonder what Imamura-san would think of you if he sees you right now.”
“Don’t you dare mention his name.” Asakura stopped twirling abruptly and turned to glare at his secretary. “I miss him enough as it is. No need to torment me by saying his name.”
“Why don’t you call him then? Talk to him for a while and afterwards get back to work. Isn’t that what adult men usually do when they miss the person they love?”
“You don’t understand.” Asakura spoke affectedly. “I can’t call him. He’s filming right now and I don’t want to bother him. I’m trying to be considerate!” he finished, showing an aggrieved expression.
“Then, could you please be considerate to me as well?” Tachibana retorted with an unfeeling tone, pushing the stack of papers in front of Asakura. “These documents need to be submitted by tomorrow and the financial department requires your signature.”
“Ugh, you’re such a bully. Fine! I’ll sign the damned things if that will take you off my back! Give ‘em here!”
With that, Asakura picked up his pen and began looking through the papers. As soon as he would finish a document, Tachibana would pick it up and present another one. Their movements were fluid and they appeared to be in sync with each other.
After this perfect display of teamwork, Asakura threw his pen on the desk and leaned back in his chair.
Tachibana stood on the other side of the desk, putting the documents in a certain order. When he was finished, he raised his eyes and spoke with a steady voice.
“Asakura-san, there is a message for you from a certain Amano Kyosuke. He says that Imamura-san returned home earlier today.”
“W-What?!”
Asakura almost choked on air. He turned in his chair so quickly he almost fell over.
“It appears that Imamura-san is feeling rather unwell, so he is currently at home resting.”
“THEN WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY SO EARLIER?!” Asakura roared, jumping to his feet and going around the desk with quick strides.
“Because if you knew, you wouldn’t be willing to sign those documents. It was urgent, so I did what I had to do.” Tachibana retorted without blinking.
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As he spoke, Asakura was hastily gathering his things and throwing the coat over his shoulders. When he reached the door, he turned his head and pointed at his secretary.
“You’d better feel sorry for what you did.”
“I assure you that I’ve never had a clearer conscience than I have now.” Tachibana blinked impassively, then glanced at his watch. “You’d better leave, Asakura-san. The message came a while ago. Also, there is a bag of medicine at the reception. Please make sure to take it with you.”
“Good job. I’m leaving now.” Asakura nodded his head and hurried to open the door.
“Asakura-san, one more thing.” The secretary called after him, using his usual business-like tone. “Make sure you’re here tomorrow at 8 a.m. There is an important meeting with a client.”
“What, are you afraid this Emperor will miss the mourning court because of a beauty?” Asakura smirked.
“Is that a question even worth asking?” Tachibana raised an eyebrow in response.
It was quite clear from his expression that he thought it to be the most likely outcome.
Asakura laughed and shook his head. He left his office with large strides, throwing a hasty reply over his shoulder.
“Don’t worry, Tachibana. That beauty will scold me if I don’t come to work on time. I’ll see you tomorrow at 8 a.m. sharp.”
With that, he flew out the door, disappeared around a corner and into the elevator.
Everyone who saw Asakura leaving work that day thought something major must have happened. Whether it was something good or bad, they couldn’t imagine. But no one could have guessed the real reason behind his haste to be a simple case of his beloved catching a cold.
Less than half an hour later, Asakura was banging at Sato’s door. Beads of sweat were gathering at his temples and his breathing came in heavy pants.
“A-Asakura-san?!” Kyosuke cried out in surprise. He stood there, gaping stunned at the panting man leaning against the doorway.
“Here!” Asakura shoved a plastic bag at his chest. “Medicine.” He explained gasping for breath.
“What’s wrong with you? Why are you breathing heavily like this?”
“Ran… Here…”
“You ran all the way here from your company?!” Kyosuke shouted, making an even more unbelievable expression.
“No, you idiot!” Asakura breathed out. “I couldn’t… find a parking space… close by. So… I had to… run… from where I… left the car.”
Asakura struggled with his words, feeling his lungs stinging sharply. He gritted his teeth and waved a hand with impatience.
“Enough about this! Where is he?”
“Ah, in his ro….”
Before Kyosuke got a chance to finish his sentence, Asakura had already pushed past him and crossed the apartment with the speed of a level 5 storm.
“Wow. He must have been really worried.” Kyosuke muttered to himself, gazing after the man. He could almost see clouds of dust rising in the wake of Asakura’s hurried steps.
The above-mentioned walking storm lowered his haste level from 5 to 3. He pushed the door open and entered Sato’s bedroom. In three long steps he was already standing beside the bed. Worry filled his eyes as he stared down at his lover’s face.
Judging by the red flush of his cheeks and shallow breaths, it was clear Sato was having a fever. When the door opened, his eyelashes fluttered and he opened his eyes slowly. They were glistening from the fever, looking even more charming than usual.
Seeing him like that, Asakura gulped loudly and bent down over the young man until their noses touched. At the same time, he could feel his body reacting.
‘Damn, this isn’t the time to be thinking about such things. Sato is ill.’ Asakura berated himself.
Exercising all his self-control, he managed to pull away after pecking Sato’s forehead gently.
“How are you feeling?” He asked in a soft whisper, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.
“Hot.”
Sato’s voice was hoarse from the cold. Its raspy sound tickled Asakura’s ears in a tantalizing way and he had to take a deep breath to calm down. It had been too long since they’d last seen each other, so it was very difficult for him to control his growing desire.
“I brought medicine. I left it with Kyosuke, so you can take it a bit later. Have you eaten yet?” Asakura indulged in his desire to touch Sato’s face, seemingly as if to check his temperature. “Your fever is pretty high.” He ultimately frowned.
“Mngh. Cold. So nice. ” Sato shifted his position, snuggling closer to Asakura.
He rubbed his cheek against the man’s hand like a spoiled cat, gazing up with hazy, feverish eyes.
“My body feels hot and I’m sleepy. Can you stay here and sleep with me, Asakura-san?”
After being attacked from all sides by Sato’s irresistible charm, Asakura’s body shuddered violently and he bit his lower lip until a salty sensation spread inside his mouth. His inner self was currently screaming.
‘GAH! YOU LITTLE DEMON! Sato-kun, it’s not fair to be this cute. Acting so spoiled while looking so defenseless… How do you think I can stop myself?! Grrrr… No, no! I must keep calm! Sato is currently sick. He’s like this only because of the fever.’
While Asakura tried to reign in his sweltering craving, the said demon was currently pulling at the man’s clothes. Due to the high temperature, the skin along his fingers and hands was flushed pink. He also seemed to be extremely clumsy as he fumbled with his hands.
“Hurry up, Asakura-san.” He whined like a child. “I want to hold you and sleep. I’ve missed you!” He finished with a pout.
‘UGK!’ Asakura almost choked on his saliva. A moment later he let out a drawn-out sigh.
“Al-Alright. But let me at least take my jacket off.”
“Nh.”
Sato nodded, and obediently moved away to give the other man some space. Meanwhile, he kept on staring unblinkingly at Asakura, who was currently taking off his suit jacket.
Feeling that ardent gaze glued on him, Asakura mulled over whether he should take off his shirt and pants as well.
‘No, I’d better not. Who knows what I’ll do if I get into his bed naked. Better leave an extra layer of clothes on me.’
Just when Asakura was about to slip under the blanket, he saw Sato staring fixedly at his shirt. He was puzzled, so he gestured towards his upper body.
“Uhm, do you want me to take this off too?”
Sato nodded slowly, his eyes blinking once as confirmation.
“What about these then?” Asakura hazarded a question, pointing at his pants.
Sato nodded again and blinked his eyes slowly. His red lips were pursed, making him look more and more like a spoiled child. Asakura found him to be even more irresistible like this.
“Alright. But if I end up attacking you, it will be your own fault for tempting me like this. So don’t blame me after I eat you up.”
After giving this warning, Asakura took off his shirt and pants as well, leaving only his underwear on. Then, he was finally allowed to slip under the blanket.
Feeling his low body temperature, Sato snuggled closer, burrowing his head into Asakura’s chest. He wrapped both arms and legs around Asakura’s body, treating him like a large pillow.
Sato’s body radiated heat and Asakura could feel the young man’s skin burning against his own. Worry finally took over desire, and he placed a palm over Sato’s forehead with no other meaning but to properly check his temperature.
Afterwards, Asakura hugged Sato tightly and stayed like that until the latter was finally asleep.
A/N: This is it for today’s update! Two long chapters. I hope you’ve enjoyed them! 
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Mhm, he can behave himself… though it was not easy 😂 Too much temptation 😏
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