Disclaimer: I do not own viewfinder's characters, they belong to Yamane Ayano.
Disappearance I
Chapter 1
Akihito stretched in the fine linens. His limbs were heavy, his arms and legs dull, but it was his hips that suffered the most. He sighted when getting up, looking down in tenderness and dread the yakusa sleeping next to him. What would he think? How would he react at his leave? Would he come looking for him, bear a grudge…forget him?
After returning from china, the yakusa was sweeter, not soft but more careful of him and his desires. Some weeks later Asami had been more than insisting to move in with him, almost an order. Akihito smiled in the dark: maybe Asami's way of telling him he cared.
The photographer agreed without a spike of hesitation. He already made his decision in de Traide's jail and when kidnapped by the Russians. His numerous times being held in captivity changed him a lot. His feelings for Asami had evolved and the presence of the businessman at his side became almost vital.
Their cohabitation had gone well, better than he'd expected. The yakuza was easier to live with than he first thought: working by day and demanding compensation at night. The young man submitted at the perverted advances of his companion, protesting only for his form.
Although Akihito didn't have to pay his rent, one of his biggest worries he noticed, he continued to work as a journalist, refusing, under the amused gaze of his lover, to rely on him.
Akihito sighed again and sat on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands and staring into space. What was going to happen now?
Suddenly he jumped at the sound of the alarm. It was time for Asami to leave for work, to his not so legal business. But the young man did not care. Ignoring his lover's growl under the sheets, indicating his next awakening, he firmly pressed on the metal box at the same time stopping the horrible ringtone and laid back on the bed. He got closer to the man that now mattered so much to him and hugged him by his lover's sides. New grunts: Asami had difficulties to wake up in the morning.
Akihito smiled in the dark and pushed back his lover still in the mist of sleeping. He climbed on him and played for a moment with his earlobe. Dragging his tongue along his lover's neck he knew Asami wide-awake, this time.
Despite his cool mask, Akihito still detected in his love's amber eyes some curiosity. Grabbing the young man's hips, Asami chuckled:
"It's rare to see you so initiative in the morning my kawaï Akihito.
_hum…
_Our antics last night were not enough?"
What did he just say? There was not one single place on his body that was not aching, even his toes good grief! How could he have aching toes, huh? Before the hands of the yakusa could touch the photographer, he grasped them quickly slammed them on the bed.
Surprised, the yakusa did not resist a little amused. His erection betraying the desire he felt for his young partner. The photographer played with the member between his lover's tights and placed a gentled kiss on his lips. Asami stretched his neck still prisoner of Akihito's grip, that he would have no trouble getting rid of, offering him a passionate kiss. Still holding down the yakusa, Akihito began rubbing lasciviously against Asami's body, his gaze, burning with desire.
Without even realizing it, the yakuza freed one hand. Player, it flattered the hips, stroked his firm tights, tickled his nipples and slipped between his butt cheeks. Two fingers deep into the privacy of his lover. Under the influence of pleasure Akihito arches his back. He then nips Asami's nipple and he groans.
Leaving him no time to regain his senses, Akihito brakes away and goes down to his erected member. Grabbing Asami's cock in one hand and kisses the top. Taking it all in he's glad to know that Asami tenses when doing so.
Thinking it was enough, he stood above the man he now shared his life with and thrust his cock deep within him. Akihito voiced a hoarse growl feeling Asami penetrating him, but still didn't stop.
He was used to the pain now. He began to ride him sensually, sliding slowly on his hard shaft. He couldn't stand the slow pace anymore so he sped it up a notch. Faster and faster continuing his movements back and fourth, resting his hands on his lover's abs. it was like his aid on fire and his kidneys consuming themselves. Tears welled up in his eyes before he could hold them back: he had sworn not to cry.
"Akihito, what's wrong? Asked the yakusa gently stocking the lower back of his lover.
_Nothing Ryuichi, nothing. I love you and I … aah!"
When answering, Asami had seized his lover's cock in his hand and gently stroked the tip. This was also new: since China, Akihito did not hesitate to speak out his feelings to the biggest delight of the yakuza who found his excitement renew full blast before these sacred words. This situation could no longer last. Flipping his lover over on his back, Asami plunged deeper inside him.
The movements became faster, more frantic and intense. Akihito's moans filled the whole room: his lover would soon come and him too. Akihito thus freed, moaning, the fruit of his pleasure on the belly of his partner and Asami in a last jerk joined him: his seed flowing between his lover's tights. His frantic breath only witness of his zeal.
As he was about to slip out, hands grabbed his buttocks and nails dug into his flesh, pulling them closer together.
"Stay there, do not move, he said under his breath."
Surprised, Asami wondered for a moment why his lover, today, had a strange behaviour but let it go and acceded to his wishes, his nose in the silky hair of his beloved. But patience was not his fort, so a few seconds later he whispered in his ear:
"Akihito, I have to go to work, we'll see each other tonight."
With a sight the photographer loosened his grip and smiled at his partner.
"Yes, you're right."
These were the last words spoken that day between the two. Asami entered the bathroom frowning. His kitten's behaviour intrigued him. Even if being much more docile since the china incident, tackling him to bed in the morning was not like him.
The yakuza smiled: his property was beginning to rebel. Even if it was not to displease him, he still needed to remind him who was the boss. The yakuza's good humour came back when he knew how to punish his pet.
Once the door was clicked closed and Asami gone to settle his business at Sion, the young man pulled out a suitcase from under the bed. Within minutes he tucked some belongings, his toilet bag and cameras.
Then he put a letter down on the coffee table and walked to the front door, pushing the handle with a trembling hand. Turning one last time to look at the flat he will probably never see again. With a heavy heart, he closed the door shut and rushed out into the hall.
He had to disappear now.
