Disclaimer: I do not own Viewfinder, I make no profit from the story.

Pairings: Kirishima/?

Warnings: Smex, violence, AU

Summary: One young man will do whatever it takes to gain power after the downfall of his father.

Author Notes: Hello everyone I know I have disappeared for a while. Well I was writing my own story and then started to get ideas for a new Viewfinder. It is totally different than my pervious writings. One I am trying to keep it in one POV in the chapter. I would love to learn better on writing in one POV in the chapter. Suggestions are welcome. Also this is AU. Please tell me what you think.

Everything was going to hell. The house was on fire and his father was nowhere to be found. His mother left them a long time ago, shacking up with a new boyfriend, forgetting all about them. He stood in his bare feet staring at the building in flames. There were screams from the neighbors, but it fell on deaf ears. He kept his eyes trained on every escape possible. Someone wrapped a blanket around his body, trying to get him out of what they called it, 'shock'. They tried to speak to him. They tried to pull him away. They tried to tell him it was too late. All of it he ignored. His heart was falling apart. His soul was drowning. Revenge was screaming at him as they pulled out the body of his father. He finally moved to go to the body. They tried to prevent from seeing the ugly truth; his father lost. The body was burned but he saw what would destroy him forever; a single bullet hole in the head.

The memories vanished as he heard voices coming from the main office within his new home. It has been a few years since that fateful night that turned his world upside down. He moved toward the partial open door to hear the conversation better. He knew that he would never hear the end of it if he was caught sneaking around the grounds. He was not an easy person to keep track of. It might be more trouble since there were no signs of the person or people who killed his father those years ago. They were still searching. He leaned against the wall as he realized he was the topic within the room.

"He needs someone to watch over him."

"It will never work."

"It will this time."

"I doubt he will give anyone an easy time like the rest. I can…"

"No. I need you, Kirishima."

The two voices made him want to chuckle. It was the same conversation that he has heard before. His uncle would hire bodyguards to watch him, but they never lasted. Kirishima would always try to be put as his guard. It would be fine with him. Kirishima was the only one that he could handle for a long period of time. He heard his uncle slamming something onto the table. He shook his head as he started to move up the stairs.

He swung his bedroom doors open as he stepped inside. It was a medium size room. He had everything he needed. The large bed was in the middle with a side table next to it. The large window held black curtains hanging from them. Push into one corner of the room was a desk with a large book shelves next to it. He had everything. His every demand was taking care of, but he lacked what he desired the most; revenge. Flopping onto his bed, he opened the drawer on his side table. His eyes stared down at the revolver that he hid within the drawer. No one came in his room. No one dared cross his space. Maybe it was because they felt sorry for him. Maybe because they feared what their boss would do to them. He whispered, "It should be me."

He closed the drawer as he heard the heavy footsteps walk toward his room. He knew who it was since his uncle barely came to chat with him. He turned his head, not in the least surprised to see Kirishima leaning against the door frame, staring straight at him. Even though Kirishima was twice his age, he had a soft spot for him. He couldn't really say it was love on the older man's part since he had a family to return to. They hooked up to blow stream off. The man was tall and held muscles. Well he had to be strong in every sense since he was working for his uncle. The black hair was cut short and the glasses framed the man's face perfectly.

He closed his eyes to stop the look that he was caught. "What do you think will happen if you keep sneaking out?" Kirishima question as he entered his room. His eyes opened to stare at the man who took it upon himself to care for a lost cause. He wanted something that his uncle will never allow. He wanted to feel death between his fingers. He wanted it to wrap around him like a mother's hug. He sat up in bed as he replied, "I will have it all."

Kirishima gave him a sad look while he replied, "To have it all will make your mind and soul emotionless." He laughed as he knew that answer. He knew that he would be emotionless. He has been like that for three years. Flopping back to the bed, he asked, "Will you stay by my side, Kei?"

Kirishima sat on the edge of the bed, staring straight into his eyes as he replied with a rough smile, "I will always be by your side." Rough fingers ran across his cheek and his soft lips. They needed this. They had to have someone who understood the world they lived. He leaned forward, whispering against Kirishima's lips, "Sex is power and I want it all."

His body was pushed to the bed gently which drove him insane. Kirishima might be a rough man when it came down to the dark world they lived in but was gentle in the bedroom. He repeated words that he always has said, "I am not made of glass. I will not break." His words were ignored as his shirt was pushed up his stomach to his chest. Rough lips started at his stomach, going up to his chest. It made goosebumps run across his body. The heat was starting between them.

In seconds, he flipped over the strong man, straddling him as he tore off his shirt. Kirishima stared at him, ready to question him again. He didn't want to hear anything. He wanted the heat. He wanted power. He slowly started to unbutton the dress shirt, feeling the desire in him rise to see the muscles being shown to him. He leaned down, whispering, "Does he know about us?" He leaned up, feeling rough hands mold against his sides. There were no words. Of course, his uncle knew. It was the reason why his uncle was trying to pull Kirishima away from him and the reason behind Kirishima not knowing every detail within the organization.

Kirishima pushed him back to the bed and he purred, "About time. Show me the power behind your body." He was taunting the man. He knew he would be left alone afterwards. This was only to blow off stream that Kirishima couldn't do at home. Kirishima's wife was an innocent person who had no idea what her husband did for a living. She thought he was an accountant.

Rough lips sealed his as hands ran across his body, knowing each spot that drove his passion higher. He pushed off the dress shirt, feeling every muscle. He needed this heat. It gave him some form of power for the moment until he found a way to gain it completely. His pants were unbuttoned and he shoved them off his body. Kirishima was still gentle with his body like he would break but he ignored it at the moment. The passion was starting to rise within them. He leaned up taking off his boxers as he took the man's glasses off. He grabbed the large clothe cock, rubbing it. Kirishima made no move to stop him or make a sound. He leaned forward, his naked form molding against the bigger one, teasing, "Do you enjoy our little episodes?"

Once again, silence meant his ears as hands started to run across his body, making his cock jolt proudly. He flipped them over again, tearing down the dress pants. It was shocking that Kirishima didn't have his weapons but he would ask later. They didn't need words now. He ran his lips down the body, hearing a hitch in the breath but nothing else. It was always the same. No sounds but his teasing remarks. Hands pulled his head up from the lower part. This had to be quick, it would seem. He chuckled darkly as he reached for his drawer. Ignoring the gun in there, he grabbed a condom and lube. He pushed the fingers away from his opening. He wanted to feel it his way. He might let Kirishima have top but he had the power. He slowly put the condom on the man's large cock, lubing him which made those brown eyes closed for a second of pleasure.

He positioned himself and slammed down. He heard a soft growl as he threw his head back with the pain and pleasure mixed together. Rough hands grabbed his hips to prevent him from moving too quickly. His eyes stared at the man below him. He repeated words, "Sex is power and I have it all." Kirishima didn't remark on the comment. He started to move up and down, letting the passion rule him.

He wanted to speed up, but Kirishima's hands refused to let him be hurt in their passion. He leaned down which pushed Kirishima's cock further up. He moaned against the rough lips, "I will have everything. You are mine to serve me."

Rough lips moved within agreement as he took it in a rough kiss. He groaned, mumbled by the rough lips as a large hand wrapped around his manhood. This was not love. This was to ease their souls of the world they lived in. It was to wash away their sins. He felt lightheaded and everything went white as his semen splashed across the tan chest. He bit the rough lips as he felt the warmth enter his body. He rolled off, laying there in his afterglow. He asked again, "Will you stay by my side when I move up in power, Kei?"

Kirishima answered as he looked at him, "I will stand by your side until the last breathe I take, Akihito-sama." Akihito leaned over the nude body, whispering tiredly, "I have power over you like always. Stay by my side while I gain all I want." He leaned down, laying his head on the toned chest, feeling the darkness wrap around him as sleep took over his body.