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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Finder_no_Hyouteki_|_Finder_Series
  Relationship:
      Asami_Ryuichi/Takaba_Akihito
  Character:
      Takaba_Akihito, Asami_Ryuichi, Kirishima_Kei, Suoh_Kazumi, Mitarai_
      (Finder_Series)
  Additional Tags:
      Mpreg_(are_you_even_suprissed?), Death, Execution
  Series:
      Part 6 of Sammy's_Twisted_Fairy_Tales
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-09-29 Words: 2363
****** The Emperor and The Tailor ******
by SammyL
Summary
     Oh in the land of a foolish ruler he is sure to be. So why has the
     world renown tailor come to the Takaba Empire?
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Once upon a time; there was a grand and beautiful empire. It was ruled by a
benevolent, wise, beautiful and rather cheeky emperor. The emperor's name was
Takaba Akihito. 
Emperor Akihito was loved by all and the empire knew a peace that no other
could lay claim to.  Many came to the empire in times of war for in obtaining
peace. Other times the empire aided in decimating enemies. The Takaba Kingdom
may have been peaceful, but they produced many a fine warrior.
Now, while the empire was peaceful and the people loved their emperor, there
was one who loathed in silence. He did not see what everyone else saw. To him,
Emperor Takaba Akihito was nothing more than a child who was far too spoiled
and spared the rod far too often. He knew the boy, for the emperor was no more
than fifteen springs, was not fit for rule. 
This one person filled with loathing, knew that he would be a far better
emperor. He spent many a day in his study, looking for ways to put an end to
the brat emperor. It was when he came upon a news article that he found his
answer. The article came from another land and told of a king who had been
cruel to his people. Apparently three men came to the kingdom and told the king
they would make him such fine clothes that he would be the envy of all. When
the clothing was finished, the king had paraded down the streets of the kingdom
to show off his magnificent new clothing. In reality, he had been walking
around completely nude. Becoming the laughing stock of the kingdom. 
This is just what he needed to teach that brat his lesson.
                        ~ The Emperor and the Tailor ~
The tailor's heart warmed as he stood upon the mountain. Before him, spread as
far as the eye could see was the Takaba Empire. His homeland. It had been any
years since he had stepped foot here. It felt good to back.
A frown settled between his brows as he recalled just why he was here. Last he
remembered, the Takaba Empire was at peace and everyone was happy. Yet someone
had sent for him. He was a tailor by trade, only he did not make clothing. At
least not like anything other tailors made. Oh no, his were special and always
came with a lesson. 
With his two assistants by his side, the tailor descended the mountain.
                        ~ The Emperor and the Tailor ~
The emperor stood in shock at the sight before him. When his advisors had
called for him, this is not what he had been expecting. The emperor turned to
the men next to him, looking for an explanation. His advisors just looked as
dumb founded as him. Well all but one. Advisor Mitarai looked smug and around
of himself. Emperor Akihito was not fond of this particular advisor. Mitarai
treated him as if he were just some brat.
"Advisor Mitarai, is there something you would like to say?"
"Why yes there is Emperor Takaba."
Emperor Akihito frowned at the use of his last name. It had been a long
established rule that the everyone, no matter how rich or poor, would use the
emperor's given name. Not his family name. Using the emperor's family name was
considered to be rude and insulting. It put distance between the emperor and
the one speaking. That was something the emperors of the Takaba Empire had
worked hard to end.
"Please, Emperor Takaba, allow me to introduce Asami Ryuichi and his two
assistants. Kirishima Kei and Suoh Kazumi. Asami-san is a world famous tailor.
He has been all over the world and made clothing for many royals."
"I know whom this man is. What I want to know is why he is here."
"I thought you could benefit from his expertise."
"Oh? But I already have a tailor."
"This is true, but I must be honest. Your tailor is lacking in skill and does
not make clothing befitting one in your position."
"Oh? Tell me Ryuichi, as a tailor, do you think my clothing is lacking?"
Asami smirked. His little Akihito had not changed one bit over the years they
had been parted. He stepped forward, eyeing the clothing the emperor wore.
"This is made very well. It is of the finest and highest quality fabrics one
could ever hope to find. Yes these clothes are beautiful. Kou made these,
didn't he?"
"Yes, he did. Kou would appreciate your words. The words of one's master are
always important."
Asami smiled, not missing the hidden meaning behind the boy's, his boy's words.
"Oh that is very true, Akihito."
Asami stood back and turned to face the advisor who had sent for him. He did
not like this man. He had ulterior motives in sending for one of Asami's
talents and Asami was not one who enjoyed being used.
"If you are willing, Akihito, I would very much enjoy making you very fine
clothing of my own in addition to the fine clothing Kou has made you."
The emperor's beautiful blue eyes winded in surprise. Asami watched as pleasure
and anticipation filled the emperor's eyes. The young ruler had long awaited
for the tailor to fulfill his promise, made so many years ago.
Mitarai smiled, pleased with himself. "See, I knew this was a good idea!"
"Your fired Mitarai."
"Huh? Wait! What?! I don't understand! Why?!"
Emperor Akihito raised one blond brow. "One only sends for a tailor of
Ryuichi's caliber for specific reasons. I do not believe that those reasons
have been met here. Have they Ryuichi."
"No. You have not been unfairly taxing your people. You listen to their
concerns. They are suffering no ills or famine. All that I spoke to, only gave
their highest praise for you. In truth I can think of no reason for me to be
here, except that Mitarai here, was plotting against you."
"Treason? Surely not."
"Sadly, it is true my dear Akihito."
                        ~ The Emperor and the Tailor ~
All in the empire came. It was a rare event to take place in a empire such as
this. The news of treason had spread through the entire land, causing shock to
spear through the hearts and minds of the people. So now they gathered in the
heart of the empire.
Mitarai had been striped of his royal blue advisor robes. He now stood before
the people in a dingy pair of mud brown pants and nothing else. The former
advisor was led from his prison cell in the deepest part of the castle's
dungeons. He was led by a man dressed head to toe in black leather. His face
masked by a hood and in his hand, a rope that led to Matarai's neck, wrists and
ankles. 
Once they reached the stage set up in the center of the court yard, Mitarai was
forced to his knees. The rope about his neck was removed and he was pushed over
and his neck was settled into the slot waiting for it. 
Mitarai was chained in place and the hooded man stepped back, placing one hand
on the lever. With a single Smith motion, the hooded man, the executioner,
pulled the lever. The fall of the sharp, gleaming blade of the guillotine was
swift and silent. Mitarai was dead before he could even finish crying out in
anger and trying to find a way to wiggle out of his fate.
                        ~ The Emperor and the Tailor ~
Akihito giggled as Asami's fingers brushed over his naked skin. Asami pulled
back to frown down at him. Mumbling an apology, Akihito straightened his back
and did his best to hold still so the tailor could finish his measurements. It
didn't last long. As Asami brought his measuring tape up,his tigers brushed
against Akihito's flesh.
Sighing, Asami put the tape down. "Akihito…"
"I'm sorry! It just that it tickles!"
Shaking his head, Asami couldn't repress his grin. Leaning forward, he pressed
a kiss to the top of Akihito's head.
                        ~ The Emperor and the Tailor ~
Akihito was bouncing in place. Anticipation was flowing through his veins.
Today was the day that Asami was giving him the outfit he'd made just for him.
The door opened. Asami stepped inside the emperor's room. Asami shut the door
behind him. Locking it.
"Strip Akihito and close your eyes."
Grinning from ear to ear, Akihito did as he was told. Not caring about the mess
he made as he threw his clothes without a care to where they fell. He could
hear Asami's laughter at his eagerness. Then all was silent.
He didn't hear Asami move. Didn't hear the fabric of clothing moving as it was
placed against his flesh. Asami's movements were Smith and slow. Akihito
shuddered as warm breath touched the skin of his neck.
"Are you ready for your lesson?"
Akihito swallowed hard before nodding. "Yes."
"Good boy." A gentle kiss was pressed to his temple. Asami helped him to move
across the room. Slowly, he was lowered down onto his bed. Hands slid over his
shoulders, down his arms to his wrists. Kisses were pressed along the palm of
his hands. His arms were raised above his head. 
Asami's hands slid back down his arms to his shoulders. Over his chest to tease
pale pink nipples. Down over Akihito's flat stomach they moved to Akihito's
hips. One leg was raised and kisses were pressed to the top of the boy's foot.
Moving up to the ankle, up the long slim leg to the smooth flesh of his thigh.
Asami raised Akihito's other leg and proceeded to follow the same path of
kisses along smooth flesh.
Asami positioned Akihito's legs so that they were bent at the knee and spread
wide apart. Leaving the young emperor completely open to Asami's viewing
pleasure. Asami took on the view his boy made before him. It was a beautiful
sight. Pale flesh flushed a fetching shade of pink, shaggy blond hair, soft
leather binding his ankles and wrists. Asami pressed a kiss to his boy's lips.
"Open your eyes my love."
Akihito blinked his eyes open, gasping at what he say before him. He lay on his
bed, above him was a large mirror, that had not been there this morning. He
could see himself reflected back at him. He had never looked so beautiful
before. The leather binding him complimented his skin tone. His body was
flushed pink with arousal.
"Ryuichi……"
"Shh, my love. It is time for your first of many lessons."
"Many?"
"Yes."
Tears flooded Akihito's blue eyes. "Does that mean your staying? That you won't
ever leave again?"
"I'm staying Akihito. Forever. You are mine and mine alone. Today I will make
sure to teach you that lesson throughly."
Akihito gasped as a finger slid into his backside. It felt odd for he had never
been touched in such a manor before. It didn't hurt though. His eyes met
Asami's in wonder. The tailor smiled and began to slide his finger in and out
of him.
Asami slid a second finger inside. He slowly spread them apart; stretching
Akihito's tight, virgin passage. Akihito signed in pleasure as Asami slid his
finger over a particular sensitive spot. Grinning devilishly, and did it again
and again. Akihito shuddered at the blinding pleasure that filled him. 
Asami bent forward. Carefully, he ran his tongue up the length of Akihito's
cock. When he reached the top, his tongue dipped into the slit at the head.
Akihito let out a sigh of pleasure. Asami relaxed and moved his head down,
taking Akihito's full length inside his mouth and down his throat.
"Ahhh! Ryuichi! Mmmm…"
Chains rattled as Akihito tried to move, wanting to force Asami away while
wanting pull him down even further. It felt so good to be touched like this. A
third finger slid inside. Asami spread up the pace of his sucking, timing them
with the thrust of his fingers. He pressed hard against Akihito's sensitive
spot while biting down on the head of Akihito's cock. Akihito's scream rang out
in the room as white hot pleasure flooded his body.
Asami drank down every drop of Akihito's release while taking in the beautiful
sight of his boy finding pleasure from his touch. While Akihito lay recovering
and relaxed from his intense release, Asami pressed his own cock against
Akihito's entrance. He slid in easily, finding no resistance.
When he hilted, Asami stopped and held still. Waiting for Akihito to adjust to
this new sensation.
Asami pulled back all the way out. He slammed back inside, causing Akihito to
cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. 
"Mine! You are mine Akihito!" He whispered with every inward thrust. He kept
his eyes locked with Akihito's. "You belong to me and no one else Akihito."
Asami adjusted the angle of his thrusts, hitting that sensitive spot with every
inward thrust. Akihito's body tensed, his tunnel clenching tightly around
Asami. A silent scream left the emperor's mouth. Their eyes were locked. Asami
gave a final thrust.
"Mine!" Asami growled, his body releasing inside Akihito.
                        ~ The Emperor and the Tailor ~
Akihito smiled brightly as Asami placed the newest item he had made for him
upon his neck. A leather collar with Asami Ryuichi embossed on it. Now everyone
would see him and know just who he belonged to.
Akihito climbed up into Asami's lap, snuggling against him. He was so happy.
Strong arms settled about his waist, hands laying over his proudly rounded
tummy. Kisses and bites were placed along his jaw as he gazed out over his
empire. Everything was right in the world. The empire was at peace and everyone
was happy. Celebrations had been on going for the last few months, everyone
happy to have their beloved Emperor Akihito was married and expecting not one,
but FOUR! children in just a few short months. Asami really was very virile.
                        ~ The Emperor and the Tailor ~
And so the emperor and the tailor lived happily ever after. Unlike that foolish
king who was still the laughing stock if his own kingdom
End Notes
     Based on the fairy tale: The Emperor's new clothes.
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