things wouldn't end well for either of them if someone happened to get a hold of any sort of information about these meetings. akaashi never had bodyguards and he never took the same route anywhere twice; it was all about covering his tracks. it was something you had to learn, being in this business, especially being someone as important as himself or bokuto. but seeing as how he had no one following him, that he knew of—and he was very attuned to all the sounds around him by now—akaashi was always on his own. his father trusted him to be able to deal with anything without the assistance of bodyguards, not to mention they'd probably all get in akaashi's way anyway. no, he worked best alone, did everything best when he was by himself, which made all of this a little bit more strange. the times where akaashi had relations of a sexual nature with anyone were far and few in between; the last time was just because he wanted to get close enough to someone so he could get information and then kill them outright. he was definitely not a guy that went around flaunting that particular aspect of himself and, honestly, he could often be considered incredibly non-sexual on any given day. it just wasn't important to him and getting close enough to have sex meant opening yourself up for a bad time if things went wrong. he wasn't about to be used for anyone else's gain and he wasn't about to lay himself vulnerable for possible attacks. except for that fact that's pretty much what he did every single time with bokuto now and he honestly wished that he knew why. bokuto seemed, in a way, strangely magnanimous, at least when it came towards him and the fact that they were often crossing paths doing the same things for their families. akaashi was wont to say that he had, a few times, allowed bokuto to get his mark, even when said mark was the same as his own. that was so very unlike him and, honestly, he was starting to wonder if there was something wrong with him—perhaps he was the magnanimous one.
twirling the throwing knife in his gloved fingers, akaashi's expression remained neutral, but there was a distinct anger to his eyes that lit his whole persona on fire. he'd be so ready to whip a knife out at whomever turned that corner that wasn't bokuto and it showed easily. thankfully, said person never showed their face, otherwise they would have gotten a knife to the skull. akaashi settled back, not off his guard completely, but enough to slide the knife back into place as he eavesdropped with precision. snorting softly, akaashi rolled what was left of his lollipop on his tongue, daintily taking the stick between his fingers, and licking his lips of the cotton candy taste. a client, hm? it wasn't a terrible lie, but it certainly wouldn't turn off any decent bodyguard, seeing as how their job was to protect their charge from danger. a good bodyguard would refuse, especially if their boss was meeting a potentially dangerous client. amateurs. akaashi made a small noise of acknowledgement in the back of his throat. "i don't trust you either," he remarked bluntly, and it was pretty obvious that even though they met like this, akaashi still didn't put his complete guard down. twirling the lollipop casually, he pressed it back between his lips and surveyed bokuto from head to toe, expression almost bored. squaring himself, akaashi brought his umbrella between them, bracing both hands on it to keep some space for the time being. though, as usual, he knew that bokuto would be pushy in his own way, though he was at least careful of moving too quickly around the tokyo executive. as he should be, really. but bokuto was bold, akaashi knew that from the start, and though he'd given the other no permission to use his first name, he did it anyway. angling his umbrella off to the side, akaashi tilted his head, looking up at the taller criminal from under his lashes. he was still annoyed that they'd possibly been compromised, but unfortunately, boktuo was oddly charming to him in many ways. not charming enough to catch akaahis off guard, but charming enough to where he allowed the other to do as such—akaashi argued taht he always allowed others these small liberties.
if he were a different person, bokuto's mood might be infectious. as it was, he knew that there were two sides to him, and frankly, the more dangerous side was a bit more fascinating. a man who acted like a carefree child on the outside that harbored the soul of a predator was enough to give him pause. perhaps that's part of the reason why he hadn't immediately went his separate ways. why he continued to engage whenever he was in the mood, well, that he wasn't sure about. call it a moment of ill-judgment, certainly not weakness. tipping back a little, almost out of the other's reach, like a cat that didn't want to be pet, he didn't give in immediately. a balance of power, a test of wills, whatever it was, he was content that he was undoubtedly in charge of this shit-show and called the shots—bokuto didn't entirely seem to mind. after all, there was more at stake for akaashi than there was for the other, seeing as how akaashi was not the head of his family and did not run the organization officially. in an exaggerated manner that he was fully aware of, he slid the lollipop from his mouth again, licking his lips. "but he still has working fingers, koutarou," he replied simply, putting some extra emphasis on the other's name. it was certainly true, writing down the events one had seen were just as bad as saying them in person. suffice it to say, he'd broken many a reporter's fingers as an intimidation tactic to keep his family out of the news. akaashi kept his hands to himself, putting some space between them if only in the smallest way; he couldn't afford to be frivolous and he did not give affection. attention was something he wasn't quite sure how to handle from other people and affection was certainly not something he got at home.
akaashi always did just what he wanted to do when it came to his vices, did so without being embarrassed or preamble. hand between them, he reached up again, this time leaning in as he did so. having to tilt upwards, he lightly pressed himself into the other's space, a sharp cat-like gaze focused nowhere but the golden of his companion's eyes. with the half-finished lollipop now between them, he spoke directly into the heat of bokuto's own breath, lightly pressing the candy against the other's lips to urge him to open his mouth. pushy in his own way he settled it between bokuto's lips and against his tongue, chasing it with his own as he slid it, sweet with the flavor of candy, into the other's mouth. akaashi did not kiss like the man he was on the outside, calm and collected and cold, but like a wild animal, fierce and barely contained. when he drew back for breath, the lollipop came with him, firmly secured inside his own mouth once more. "the hotel is up the block. i've a private entrance and the top floor for my own," he intoned, pulling away from bokuto in his entirety and slinging the umbrella up and onto his shoulder. when akaashi made decisions, he left no room for discussion, just as he knew that even if he didn't express the obvious need for bokuto to follow, that the other would do just that anyway. so he did just that, moved around bokuto and out of the alleyway, peering up at the sky once more to make sure the rain would not start up again; he didn't look back to see if he was being followed, for he knew he would be.